After all, they are of the same age. This group of female students is still a little sour towards Lan Yanxi, but it's just sour. Who doesn't want to be able to marry a prince charming?

Lan Yanxi visited the entire museum area, and it took nearly two hours to finish the explanation. Cheng Yuan saw that she was a little tired, so she said to the staff next to her: "Madam, take a rest first, and invite her to come over after a ribbon-cutting ceremony."

It was an honor for the staff to let Lan Yanxi into the lounge.

As soon as she entered the door of the lounge, Lan Yanxi picked the nearest chair and sat down. She bent down and took off her high-heeled shoes immediately. There was a red mark on the back heel, and the skin was scratched. Her eye sockets were red from the pain.

Cheng Yuan didn't realize that Lan Yanxi had been enduring such pain. When she saw it, she was startled, and quickly squatted down to help her check: "Yanxi, why didn't you tell me earlier, isn't the quality of your shoes not very good?"

Lan Yanxi couldn't laugh or cry: "I don't blame the shoes, I blame my feet for being too delicate. Originally, I planned to wear another pair of shoes today, but I felt that they didn't match my clothes, so I chose these white high heels, but who knew, they would rub my feet."

"You really should have said it earlier, why have you endured until now." Cheng Yuan sighed, feeling very sorry for her.

"The lecturer is so enthusiastic about explaining to me. I can't spoil people's interest. Besides, so many people listen together, and if I want to leave halfway, how can I not give face?" Lan Yanxi has endured until now, just because she wants to be more dedicated and enthusiastic about her work.

"Mr. President will definitely feel distressed if he reads it." Cheng Yuan laughed angrily, but she still felt that Lan Yanxi was too stubborn, and she was willing to bear the pain and take into account other people's feelings. This may be a heart disease shared by all kind and soft-hearted people.

"Don't let him know." Lan Yanxi laughed.

"There will be a ribbon-cutting at that moment, what do you do?" Cheng Yuan asked with a sigh.

Lan Yanxi sighed: "What else can I do, keep wearing it, I don't have the habit of bringing shoes with me."

"Put on my shoes, mine are flat heels, one size bigger than yours, it should be better." Cheng Yuan suggested immediately.

"No, I'm going to wear it. What are you wearing?" Lan Yanxi immediately shook her head and objected.

"I'll wear yours!" Cheng Yuan immediately went to try on her shoes, but found that they couldn't fit at all.

Lan Yanxi smiled and persuaded her: "It's still not necessary, just cut the ribbon, and I'll be back soon."

"At noon, we will arrange for you to have dinner with the foreign guests. Today's schedule has just begun, how can it end so soon, or I'll send someone to bring you shoes now." Cheng Yuan said, and went out to ask a staff member to handle the matter.

Lan Yanxi sat on the chair blankly, and through the window, she saw people coming and going outside, which was very lively.

She suddenly felt that this was the feeling of stability in this world.

In fact, she knew about this library, because part of her grandfather's donation was given here. Lan Yanxi's mood was inexplicably turbulent. She hoped that the money from her grandfather would be useful, so that more people can know the importance of knowledge and let more people see more and better works.

The staff moved quickly, and bought a pair of flat shoes for Lan Yanxi in a nearby shopping mall, with only a little heel, which happened to be changed before she cut the ribbon.

Lan Yanxi put on new shoes gratefully, stood in the middle of a group of people, held a pair of small scissors, and completed the ribbon-cutting ceremony.

After the color cutting, the curator began to give a speech. He thanked many people, and among them was Lan Yanxi's grandfather. He also introduced the relationship between Lan Yanxi and Lan Yanxi's grandparents. Many people at the scene were moved by this sincere dedication, and Lan Yanxi was trying to hold back his tears. He didn't want to cry so much on such an important occasion.

After the ribbon cutting, the luncheon began. Lan Yanxi was assigned a seat. She chatted with several foreign guests about cultural matters alone. Lan Yanxi was young, and there were many things she still didn't understand. Fortunately, Ling Mofeng arranged for her.

"Yanxi, Mr. President is here!" Suddenly, Cheng Yuan came over, whispered in her ear.

"Ah?" Lan Yanxi's beautiful eyes were startled, and then a touch of surprise filled her heart.

Why did Ling Mofeng come? Didn't he say that he is very busy at work today?

"Mr. may just be here for lunch." Cheng Yuan said with a smile.

Lan Yanxi's heart is still full of joy. In fact, she still has no confidence in being here alone today. After all, she is young and unstable when things happen. She will feel that she has no courage to touch many things.

Ling Mofeng came here without invitation. To her, it was really a happy thing. JrNovels.com