地震时怎样保护自己

Speaking of the events of last night, Liu Yiyi didn’t get any advantage. Even that 300,000 was offered by Qin Zhiyou on her behalf. She even browsed Weibo and found very few people criticizing her. Everyone was enthusiastically discussing Qin Zhiyou’s new female companion, guessing her identity, her age, and her appearance. Nobody knew who she was, there was no damage done to her.

Liu Yiyi was even ridiculed for her unprofessional performance on stage, yet she felt quite uncomfortable, even dazed while working.

Lu, are you alright?”

Xiaochen waved a hand in front of her and Lu Weixi finally reacted, opening the file in her hands, “Where were we?”

She was in the main conference room, the meeting was originally scheduled for Saturday morning, but it was postponed to Monday afternoon because Qin Zhiyou asked Liao’s owner for a leave of absence.

The whole room was watching her, the Liao’s boss on the stage, and Qin Zhigu opposite. Qin Zhigu coughed, “We mentioned last week about modifying parameters, we’re waiting for your submission of the new plan.”

Lu Weixi nodded, searched through the folder but could not find that new plan. She frowned slightly, looking at Xiaochen next to her. Xiaochen whispered, “Lu, the new plan is with me.”

Liao’s boss laughed, “We’ve been in the meeting quite a while now. Let’s take a ten-minute break.”

That wasn’t even half an hour of meeting. But everyone could see that Lu Weixi was not in the state. Everyone loved breaks, so they all nodded.

As people scattered, Qin Zhigu watched Lu Weixi furrow her brows as she went through the folder, wishing he could console her. But he recognized, he had no right to say anything more.

Lu Weixi read a few pages, but couldn’t figure out anything as she felt a headache. She hadn’t slept well for the past few days, and even if there weren’t any heartaches, she was close to passing out.

Instead, she stood up, planning to go to the washroom to freshen up.

As she was about to leave the toilet stall after relieving herself, a group of people came out of the neighboring stalls.

“Do you guys think that lady in red was Lu?”

Lu Weixi’s hand, holding the door handle, froze for a moment.

“Although her face was covered by a mask and her voice didn’t sound familiar, I think it’s her,” a thirty-something female designer shared.

“Could never have thought that Lu’s figure was this good, and she’s so rich,” Xiaoqian mimicked Lu Weixi from the video laying out three fingers, “300,000!”

“And recently hasn’t Qin Zhiyou been pursuing her aggressively? What a pity, with Lu’s favorable conditions and all the people chasing her, why would she play the mistress?”

“With all those pursuers, none of them can outmatch Qin Zhiyou. If it were me, I’d go for it.”

“Keep dreaming, Qin Zhiyou wouldn’t give you a second glance.”

As the group left while joking around, Lu Weixi stepped out only after they were completely gone.

She knew that, despite the cover-up, those who were in close contact with her would still get a hint. She washed her face, pretending as if nothing had happened, returned to the conference room saying, “Let’s start.”

Before she could talk about work matters, a phone call came in instantaneously, “Lu! That Liu Yiyi is here at our Lulu’s!”