Chapter 1042: My son is finally back

Gu Ci grinned and said to Lan Xiao: "Miss Lan, this is Ling Du, a famous makeup stylist specially invited by Mr. Xiao Wen for you."
Ling Du sighed, and quickly reached out to Lan Xiao.
"Ms. Lan, it is a great honor to be able to serve Mr. Xiao Wen. It is a great honor to be here."
Now, who doesn't know that Wen Muchu is the president's current son.
The press conference will begin soon, and it will be announced to the world.
At this time, I don’t want to fawn on the president’s son’s backyard. When will I stay?
Therefore, in the following time, Ling Du can be said to have gathered beautiful words from all over the world to praise Lan Xiao.
"Yeah, Miss Lan, your skin is so good, look at this skin, it can be broken with a bomb. It is tenderer than the peeled egg, and the contours of the facial features are even more delicate. You have been modeling for these years, you are really one of the few beautiful women."
"It's a good foundation, I don't need to deal with it, Miss Lan is so beautiful that I can't help it. It's over, this is the first time I want to fall in love with someone... Miss Lan, no wonder Mr. Xiao Wen likes you. , Not only do you look beautiful, you also have a good personality... I really envy Mr. Xiao Wen for being able to find you such a good girlfriend.
Lan Xiao couldn't laugh or cry, she always smiled politely.
I really want Gu Ci's cotton to block his ears, Mom, this Ling Du is too much to say.
For half an hour, his voice reverberated in this room without stopping for a minute.
If it sounds nice, no matter how you like it, but after listening to it for a long time, I just find it difficult.
Lan Xiao looked helplessly at Gu Ci, asking for help.
Gu Ci wiped the sweat from his forehead and coughed in a low voice to remind Ling Du.
"Ling Du, are you thirsty? I'll pour you a glass of water, so you can rest..."
Ling Du squinted his peach blossom eyes and blinked at Gu Ci rather ambiguously.
"Okay, thank you Gu Ci for being handsome."
Gu Ci shook the goose bumps on his body. Ling Du was so damned, who could bear it.
He quickly poured a glass of water over and handed it to Ling Du.
When Ling Du received the water glass, he touched Gu Ci's palm seemingly.
Gu Ci's face was pale with fright, he quickly handed him the water glass, and stepped back again and again.
This guy is absolutely poisonous.
Ling Du smiled, drank a few sips of water, and stopped teasing Gu Ci.
Began to concentrate on the subsequent makeup and hair for Lan Xiao.
Before he took this job, Mr. Xiao Wen personally asked him.
Today, this banquet has a different meaning.
Both for Lan Xiao and for him, it is very important.
The makeup must be exquisite and impeccable, and Lan Xiao must be the one who amazed the audience.
Ling Du had never seen Lan Xiao before, and still felt a little stressed.
After meeting Lan Xiao, that kind of pressure became a kind of motivation.
Such a beautiful girl, she must be beautiful today.

After half an hour, about ten o'clock.
The press conference held at the Presidential Palace officially began.
Wen Muchu was wearing a very delicate suit, standing beside Wen Zhihuai, following him to the front step by step.
The spotlight shone at him all at once.
Numerous photographs in the audience were all aimed at Wen Muchu.
The camera snapped, and everyone was excited to record this precious moment.
The whole news room was full of noise.
However, because it was a press conference held by the Presidential Palace.
Therefore, safety isolation has already been done on this stage.
All reporters were quarantined at three meters.
Moreover, every reporter must sit in his seat honestly.
Anyone who moves around or stands up will be blasted out of the press room by the staff on the court.
These reporters were very excited even when they saw the president's son, but they dared not move around.
They all suppressed the passion Pembey in their hearts and waited for Mr. President to speak.
Immediately conduct a questioning session, and then it is their turn for reporters to ask questions.
Wen Zhihuai walked to the stage where the microphones were piled up, and he greeted the reporters with a smile on his lips.
"Dear friends from the press, good morning everyone...you have worked so hard for a trip."
The reporters in the audience laughed and applauded with excitement in their eyes.
Their president has always been such a gentleman and polite, knowing how to respect everyone.
Even though he is the president, since he took office, he has never looked down on anyone because of his superiority.
During the years of President Wen’s reign, the people of Empire S, who wouldn’t praise this as a good president?
He won the love and true respect of hundreds of millions of people in Empire S.
Wen Zhihuai said again with a faint smile on the corners of his lips.
"The reason why this press conference is held today is to tell the people of Empire S that my son, Wen Zhihuai, who has been separated for many years, has finally been found. Over the years, in search of him, I have been disappointed again and again, again and again. Fortunately, because of the support of my motherland and people over the years, I have never given up on searching."
"The Emperor is worthy of his heart. Maybe God has mercy and can't bear to make me lonely... So, he is back, and my son is finally back." Wen Zhihuai said, his eyes were slightly red, and he turned his head to look at Wen Muchu , Raised his hand and patted his shoulder.
Wen Muchu looked at Wen Zhihua with his red eyes, and there was a faint movement on his face.
He pursed his thin lips and smiled faintly at Wen Zhihuai.
Wen Zhihuai looked at this faint smile, almost crying with excitement.
Since Wen Muchu came back, he has never smiled at him, and now this smile makes his heart burst into flames.
After all, he can slowly make up for his son a little bit.
"Come on, Mu Chu, say hello to everyone and say hello to the people of Empire S." Wen Zhihuai whispered with soft eyes overflowing.
Wen Muchu stepped forward and nodded slightly at Wen Zhihuai.
Wen Zhihuai stepped back and gave the position to Wen Muchu.
Wen Muchu held up his chest and raised his head, and looked at the reporters in the audience. His expression was not shocking, neither humble nor overbearing.
That kind of expensive, faint prestige, just with a look in his eyes, it was well passed out.
Everyone was amazed.
He deserves to be the son of Mr. President. Who can compare this kind of temperament?
Wen Muchu looked up at the reporters and the cameras.
He said calmly.
"Hello everyone, my name is Wen Muchu-although I have been separated since I was young, I have grown up at the grassroots level over the years, and I have experienced life that ordinary people have not experienced. I understand what is the suffering of the people, what is the sweetness of the people, What is the joy of the people..."
"I hope that in the next few decades, our motherland will become more and more prosperous, and the country will enjoy peace and prosperity. I hope that the people will not only live well and eat well, but also truly understand what happiness and what It’s warm."