How can the president be fierce

Chapter 996 Xia Huanxi Business Chapter 184 How has your sleep been recently?Still insomnia?

Today, I chose a white hollow dress, which is extremely light and thin.

Xishang quickly noticed the restlessness of the people around him. When he lowered his head, he saw that she was calling his assistant. He called three times in a row, but no one answered each time.

He lowered his head and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Xia Huan didn't expect him to approach him suddenly, she was startled, her hand shook, and the phone fell to the ground with a slap.

He hurriedly bent down to pick it up, but in the next moment, he watched Liu Li beside him change his posture, stepping on the pointed high-heeled shoes fiercely.

The screen shattered.

Liu Li covered her mouth with one hand, and apologized with an exaggerated expression: "Yeah - I'm sorry, I didn't see your phone."

Xia Huan pursed her lips, gave her a cold look, picked up the phone with the broken screen, and tried it, but there was no response.

Xishang handed her his mobile phone: "Use mine?"

She didn't remember the assistant's number, she just dialed it with the shortcut key every time, who would memorize that complicated string of numbers.

Xia Huan bit her nails, and a slight cold sweat broke out on her forehead unconsciously.

She donated a painting as an auction item, and she will be on stage soon, so she doesn't have so much time to hesitate.

In the end, I still thank you, and took it over, and Nayou frowned unpleasantly with the warmth of his fingers.

Enduring it, the first choice was to call Qing Xiaomo, but no one answered after ringing for a long time.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could feel the man beside him looking at him.

She swallowed nervously, holding on to the last bit of hope, inputting numbers one by one, and then pressing the call button.

Hope I remember correctly.

After waiting anxiously for a long time, almost thinking that the call would be automatically hung up, someone finally picked it up, and a girl's unique calm voice came from my ear: "Hello?"

Xia Huan breathed a sigh of relief: "Master, where are you now?"

"Huan'er? Have you changed your phone number?"

"No, I borrowed someone else's..."

Xia Huan put one hand to her lips, lowered her voice and hurriedly said, "Master, I'm here at the charity dinner, but it seems... It's my menstruation, so it's inconvenient for you to send me an evening dress, and... Well, aunt towel……"

"Okay, don't worry, I'll rush over as soon as possible."

"Thank you Master, you have worked hard Master."

He hung up the phone with gratitude, and handed the phone back to the man beside him: "Thank you, Mr. Xi."

Xishang took the mobile phone with her temperature on it, held it tightly, and stared at her with scrutiny: "What's the matter? Do you need my help?"

She smiled at him awkwardly: "It's okay, thank you Mr. Xi."

Xishang stared at her for a while with complicated eyes. The light below the stage was dim, and the girl's side face was hidden in the light and shadow, which was somewhat blurred.

"How's your sleep lately? Are you still insomnia?" he asked.

Xia Huan twisted her hands together and waited anxiously for someone. She was really not in the mood to talk to him. The man asked several questions in a row, but she just nodded perfunctorily, and didn't even understand what he said.

A waiter passed by, and she stopped softly, saying that someone would come to her in a while, and asked him to pick him up at the door.

The waiter didn't dare to neglect, and left in response.

On the stage, seven or eight items had already been auctioned. She knew that there were about twenty items in total, but she was not sure where her painting was ranked.

Every time the host revealed an auction item, it made her break out in a cold sweat.

(End of this chapter)