God of Sprint

Chapter 801 President Dior's Intention

As the Dior reception dinner officially began, everyone took their seats as instructed. The ladies sat neatly in one row, while the gentlemen sat in another row. Liu Yifei and Lin Zhenna sat next to each other, holding hands, with smiles on their faces, looking very intimate. Their beauty and elegance attracted many eyes and became the focus of the dinner.

Not long after, Dior's president Lucie took the stage to give a speech, warmly welcoming brand ambassadors and fashion industry figures from all over the world to attend this grand Dior show.

She began to introduce the people who were attending the show to everyone so that everyone could get to know each other.

Media from all over the world also took photos of the people introduced.

"Dior has achieved very good results in the past year! This is inseparable from the efforts and contributions of each of us! Without your promotion and endorsement of our brand, we would not be able to bring so many excellent products to the market and let more people know and love them! Here, on behalf of Dior, I would like to express my most sincere thanks to everyone!" Dior President Lucy said affectionately, with gratitude in her eyes. She bowed deeply to express her respect for everyone.

Thunderous applause suddenly broke out at the scene, and all the stars stood up and applauded enthusiastically. Their faces were filled with pride and joy, because they knew that their efforts were recognized. Everyone felt the power of teamwork and the joy of success. At this moment, the whole venue was filled with positive energy, which made people feel excited.

"Here! I want to thank someone in particular! This person is Zhao Yun, the global spokesperson from Greater China!"

Zhao Yun was somewhat surprised to hear Lu Xi thank him so sincerely. He did not expect to receive such an honor, and although he is still active, he is worried that his international influence may decline due to the ban.

However, Lu Xi's action surprised and grateful him. As Lu Xi finished speaking, the eyes of the whole audience focused on Zhao Yun. Everyone applauded him, and the applause was thunderous, especially Liu Yifei and Lin Zhenna. Their faces were filled with aunt-like smiles, and their hearts were filled with the feeling that their men were praised by everyone. Most of the others showed envy, and they perhaps also hoped to receive special thanks from Lu Xi like Zhao Yun.

Zhao Yun stood up and bowed deeply to Luxi to express his gratitude: "Thank you! Luxi!" Then he put his hands together and expressed his gratitude to others again: "Thank you everyone!" His elegant and appropriate manners won more people's admiration and applause.

President Lu Xi continued, "I have been in contact with Zhao Yun for two years. During these two years, I have come to feel that he is an excellent person. He is not only gentlemanly, but also very handsome. More importantly, he has outstanding talent!"

Hearing this, everyone nodded in agreement. They all knew about Zhao Yun's outstanding achievements in sports, and they also knew about his talent and ability in music.

Then, President Lucy said with a smile: "Everyone knows that he is a sports star, but they also know that he is a musical genius! I will always listen to his songs! Haha! Zhao Yun, when you are free, can you send me a song?" After saying that, she blinked mischievously, obviously joking with Zhao Yun.

Zhao Yun responded with a smile: "A lady as beautiful and thoughtful as you certainly needs music with beautiful connotations. But creating good music takes time, but I will work hard to create it! I will definitely give it to you when I create it!" His tone was full of sincerity and determination.

"Okay! Then I'll wait for your masterpiece!" President Lucy smiled happily, with anticipation gleaming in her eyes.

After waving his hand to let Zhao Yun sit down, President Lucy said, "Now let's raise our glasses together and toast to Dio's greater glory tomorrow!"

As night fell, Dior's reception party came to an end.

Zhao Yun, Liu Yifei and Lin Zhenna took a car back to Dior's guest hotel.

Along the way, Liu Yifei kept chatting with Lin Zhenna and didn't say a word to Zhao Yun. When she arrived at the hotel, she walked straight to her room, as if she couldn't wait to rest.

Lin Zhenna, who was watching this scene, couldn't help but ask, "Did you make Sister Yifei angry?"

Zhao Yun smiled awkwardly, scratched his head, and replied: "Maybe!"

Seeing this, Lin Zhenna gently pushed Zhao Yun and urged anxiously: "Then why don't you go after her!"

Hearing this, Zhao Yun nodded quickly and said, "Then go back to your room first!"

Before he finished speaking, he quickly took two steps at a time to chase Liu Yifei.

Just as Liu Yifei was about to close the door, Zhao Yun quickly reached out and held the door. He said with a playful smile: "Hey! Sister Yifei, why are you in such a hurry to rest? Let's chat!"

Liu Yifei stretched out her high-heeled foot without hesitation and stepped hard on Zhao Yun's foot, making a dull "bang" sound, and at the same time, she widened her eyes and stared at him. This kick made Zhao Yun subconsciously take a breath of pain, and a painful expression appeared on his face, but he still insisted on not letting go.

However, Zhao Yun did not give up because of the pain. Instead, he pushed the door open with more force, hugged Liu Yifei tightly in his arms, and entered the room together. Then, he closed the door casually, as if isolating himself from the outside world.

Then, he held Liu Yifei's shoulders, lowered his head, and kissed her lips affectionately. At that moment, time seemed to freeze, and the air around them became particularly solemn.

Soft, very soft.

Zhao Yun's lips gently touched Liu Yifei's lips, feeling her warmth and delicacy.

However, before Zhao Yun had time to savor it, Liu Yifei suddenly opened her mouth and bit his lips.

A sudden sharp pain spread all over Zhao Yun's body, and he couldn't help but cry out "Ouch". He raised his head and found that his lips were swollen like sausages, and blood was slowly flowing out from the corners of his mouth.

Liu Yifei glanced at Zhao Yun, then turned around and walked inside, dragging her long dress skirt.

Zhao Yun quickly covered his mouth with his hands, walked quickly to the bathroom, and washed his injured lips with water.

When he walked out of the bathroom, he saw Liu Yifei in the suite, carefully taking off her dress, but not having time to change into other clothes.

Zhao Yun came behind her and stretched out his arms without hesitation, picking up Liu Yifei as if he wanted to merge her into his body.

Liu Yifei was startled by this sudden hug, and a trace of panic and anger surged in her heart. She struggled to break free from Zhao Yun's embrace, but found that his strength was far beyond her imagination, and she could not escape no matter what.

So she started to shout loudly, "Let me go!" and punched Zhao Yun's chest hard with her fists, hoping that he would let go. However, Zhao Yun seemed to be indifferent to her resistance and hugged her even harder.

Liu Yifei's two white jade legs kept struggling in the air, trying to find a support point to get rid of Zhao Yun's restraints. But her efforts were in vain, Zhao Yun's strength was too strong for her to break free.

Facing Liu Yifei's struggle, Zhao Yun replied firmly: "I won't let go!" His voice was full of determination and persistence, as if to show Liu Yifei that he would not let go easily.

After hearing what he said, Liu Yifei continued to shout: "I'm angry!"

There was a hint of coquettishness and willfulness in her tone.

However, Zhao Yun still held her tightly and said, "I won't let go even if you're angry!"