As Meng LAN coughs twice, the jewelry fair venue soon quieted down.

Meng LAN stood in front of the propaganda platform and adjusted the microphone. With a generous smile, she said to many designers and cameras: "Hello, I'm Meng LAN. I'm very glad that I have the honor to host the jewelry exhibition tonight. Let's draw lots first

Then he took out a drawing box from the bottom of the propaganda platform and put a number of wooden sticks in it.

Meng LAN began to explain the reason for the draw, but other bad things happened, so almost all the procedures are open and fair.

Each design company or individual designer comes forward to draw lots and check the results. There is a serial number on the wooden stick. If you pick one, you will first come to the stage to introduce your design, and then No. 2 and No. 3 will come in order.

The designers draw lots from the first row. Bai youyou stands up and just steps out. His feet slip. He falls to the ground.

At the critical moment, ye Mingchen stretched out his hand to hold the man in his arms and asked in a low voice in her ear: "injured the ankle?"

"Well..." Bai youyou gnaws his teeth and shakes his head.

"Let me see."

"No, you help me draw lots. I'll sit down first." Bai youyou's painful brain seems to be throbbing. It seems that she has hurt her ankle. The intense pain makes her feel that she has hurt the bone.

Zhao Quan helped her sit down. Bai youyou found that he was confused and asked ye Mingchen to draw lots for her on the stage.

Most of the designers on the stage are women, among whom a tall man is mixed in, which also attracts many people's attention.

Zhao Quan wants to squat down to check her injury. Bai youyou gently waves her hand: "I'll see for myself. What do you recommend on the stand?"

When the draw was over soon, ye Mingchen came down quickly. Bai youyou was bending down to see his injury. He gave a light cry and then pinched himself again.

"Don't move." Ye Mingchen pulled Bai youyou's hand away, his cool big hand attached to his white ankle, and tried to pinch it gently.

Hiss -

Bai youyou takes a cold breath from his mouth. He can't speak in pain. Ye Mingchen looks up at her and gives Zhao Quan the wooden stick in his hand.

"On the 16th, you go up and introduce."

"Well Mm-hmm Zhao Quan nodded stupidly.

The next second, Bai youyou is picked up by Ye Mingchen. The feeling of her body suddenly hanging in the air almost makes her cry out. But when she thinks of the occasion, she immediately covers her mouth.

Ye Mingchen walked out of the exhibition hall with the people's Congress in his arms. His cold face was a bit more gloomy.

Even if Bai youyou covers his mouth and doesn't make a sound, many people still notice their situation and look at it curiously.

The reporter who followed them from beginning to end even trotted to keep up with ye Mingchen's steps and said in a hurry: "what's the matter?"

Ye Mingchen purses his lips and doesn't answer. Bai youyou thinks that the reporter is still broadcasting, so he can't seem inhuman.

So slightly side of the head, way: "I accidentally sprained my foot."

"Oh, oh, be careful." The reporter didn't think Bai youyou would answer her, nodding a little flattered.

Ye Mingchen finds the rest room, closes the reporter outside, and then puts Bai youyou on the soft sofa and kneels in front of her on one knee.

"Bear it."

"Ah?"

The voice just falls, Bai youyou sends out a painful cry!

Ye Mingchen pulled her foot and pushed it back to its original position!

Bai youyou has tears in her eyes. She can endure pain very much, but the premise is that the pain must be known in advance.