Chapter 63:
It can be seen that Mr. An spent a lot of money this time in order to support An Xuyin.
An ordinary birthday party, forcibly tossed a bit of the atmosphere of a celebrity rating party.
The process of waiting for the official opening of the banquet is generally boring and tedious. Most of the time, the eldest ladies will always gather together, like plastic sisters, talking and laughing in a tone of voice, and discussing incidentally Check out the latest gossip.
These days, what they discuss the most is the engagement between Wen Ruan and the always mysterious Fu Ershao.
"I heard Fu Ershao is coming today."
"Will Wen Ruan come?"
"I don't think it's possible to come back, or else the two will meet, and it will be embarrassing."
"Hey, I heard people say that Fu Ershao appeared in the night light last night, and it seemed that he was after Wen Ruan, do you think this is credible?"
"I can't believe it, you can tell it's made up at first glance. How could someone like Fu Ershao chase after her? Earn some face, right?"
They exchanged glances, with meaningful smiles in their eyes, but due to the atmosphere, they had to pretend to be reserved.
At this moment, there was a commotion at the door, and the voice became a little louder.
"Miss Wen is here!"
Wen Ruan followed Wen Fengchen's side, tilting her head slightly at the moment, patiently replying to the person who was talking to her, her lips slightly curled up with a smile.
She's too outrageous.
Even though she was surrounded by a group of people, she was able to put her eyes on her at once, and then couldn't help but take a few more glances.
Wen Ruan's makeup today is somewhat similar to the style of Hong Kong style. For people with good-looking facial features, it can highlight the sense of sophistication and is particularly eye-catching.
When she tilted her head to talk to someone, the end of her eyes seemed to be a little seductive. The eye-catching right-angled shoulders make her every movement have a unique temperament.
The Wen family is the Wen family after all.
From the moment they entered the venue, one after another, someone led their family members to greet and greet them.
Qin Sushan also said.
The most eye-opening thing about Wen Ruan is that she can stay at the Mala Tang shop for half an hour because the boss charged an extra 50 cents and it is not too spicy at all, or she can In this kind of high-level banquet, you can deal with all kinds of people with ease.
Finally, after a simple transition, the elders and the young should also be divided into two groups.
Wen Ruan smiled and waved to his father, then walked towards the small circle of gossips just now.
Seeing Wen Ruan approaching, the group of people suddenly changed their faces, moved their steps to surround her, looked at the curve of her neck enviously, and straightened their back .
"Ruan Ruan, we have been waiting for you for a long time."
"Yes, I was thinking of you just now."
It's the most boring chatting with these plastic sisters.
Wen Ruan raised her index finger and tapped the wall of the glass, took a sip of red wine, and said nothing.
She dared to make a promise, when she didn't come, the topic of this group of people definitely revolved around herself, if it came later, it is estimated that the forty-fourth version of the new gossip would appear .
Seeing that Wen Ruan lacked interest in these courtesy, they also changed the topic wisely:
"Hey, do you know about An Xuyin?"
"Who doesn't know, our eldest lady who turned a pheasant into a phoenix."
"I heard people say that she can't even wear high heels. For this birthday party, Anjia specially invited a teacher to give her special training, but she still fell all the way. You said, Wouldn't An Xuyin wear sneakers to the bar?"
The soft female voice said these words sarcastically, her tone was full of sarcasm, although there was no dirty word, but it still made people panic.
"If you want me to say, An Mengqing is the worst, she is the eldest lady raised by An's, and the etiquette and demeanor are incomparable to that little pheasant. This **** was sent back to that broken place."
"Ah? Why were you sent to that poor place?"
"It must be An Xuyin's request, for fear that An Mengqing will steal her position. Otherwise, do you believe that Mr. An and the others are willing to send away the children they have raised for so many years."
"The heart is so cruel, I will drive people away if I can't compare."
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This is the protagonist of today's birthday party.
Wen Ruan tapped the table with her index finger, frowning slightly, looking a little impatient.
She never likes to listen to people's tongues, and this kind of topic is even more out of tune. But after all, because of the fact that she was at a serious dinner party, she didn't want to disappoint her directly.
Besides, An Xuyin is not familiar with herself, so there is no need to make such a show.
"Clang-"
And just when the group of women were chatting happily with you and me, they suddenly heard a heavy sound, followed by the sound of glass breaking.
Everyone subconsciously stopped talking and looked in the direction of the voice.
An Xuyin was like a panicked squirrel. He quickly picked up a few shaky wine glasses, but most of them had been hit by her just now and shattered to the ground.
It seems that An Xuyin should have heard all those words just now.
The eldest ladies were silent, looked at each other, and then turned their heads as if nothing happened.
An Xuyin's face flushed red, maybe she felt ashamed, so after holding the cup, she quickly turned around to leave quickly.
Because she really doesn't know how to wear high heels, she just took a step forward, slipped her foot, jumped forward, and fell to the floor.
"Pfft."
Although the volume was deliberately suppressed, An Xuyin could still hear it clearly.
An Xuyin bit her lower lip, blushing as if she was about to bleed.
She hurriedly stood up and lowered her head, as if preparing to leave.
"Wait."
At this moment, Wen Ruan suddenly put down the cup, then straightened up against the table, looking at An Xuyin: "Miss An, is it convenient for me to come down?"
An Xuyin's back stiffened, she turned her head, and there were still crystals shaking in her eye sockets.
She looked at Wen Ruan deeply, and after being quiet for a long time, she moved her steps, clenched her hands tightly, and walked in the direction of Wen Ruan without saying a word.
Then, put on a look ready to be humiliated.
Wen Ruan glanced at An Xuyin, turned her head, then stretched out her hand, put it lightly on her shoulder, embraced her in front of him, and raised her head towards the group of eldest ladies Raising his chin: "Come on, apologize."
As soon as these words came out, everyone present was stunned.
An Xuyin was shocked, looked up at Wen Ruan, and her eyes were full of astonishment.
Wen Ruan looked calm: "Just now you spoke ill of her in front of people, and no one knew whether those words were true or not, right? So apologize, shouldn't you?"
When she spoke, every byte sounded incomparably bland, although there was no sense of coercion at all, but it gave people an inexplicable sense of oppression.
For a while, everyone looked at each other, but no one took the initiative to speak.
Wen Ruan laughed: "What? Could it be that I will call you one by one and give you an order to see who apologizes first? Don't you know that I have a bad temper?"
That's what they said, plus the Wen family is a wealthy family in Tong City that must not be offended, and the people who were still arrogant just now also let go, and quietly and peacefully one by one Xu Yin apologized.
And only when a woman wearing a fur shawl suddenly stopped.
Fur shawls may feel shameful, and in addition to Wen Ruan accident in this group, she has the best family background: "Ruan Ruan, this is not your place, I want us to apologize, Is it inappropriate?"
Wen Ruan raised her eyes: "Whose place is this?"
The fur shawl plausibly said: "Of course it's An's..."
, do you have an idea?"
A series of words made the woman's cheeks flush with arrogance just now.
"You!"
Perhaps she felt that she lost face, the woman became overwhelmed, clenched the quilt in her hand, and then lifted her arm, the mouth of the cup tilted in the direction of Wen Ruan, as if preparing to face her direction splash out.
"Pop."
Looking down that hand, I was bumped into those familiar pupils.
Perhaps the argument was too fierce just now, and no one noticed when Fu Zhihuan came.
At this moment, his thin lips were tightly pursed, and there was a touch of displeasure in his dark eyes.
With a crisp sound, the woman's face was distorted because of the pain, and her hands were subconsciously loosened. Embarrassed outside.
Fu Zhihuan let go of the woman's hand, calmly took out a tissue from the paper tube beside him, wiped his hand slowly, then turned around and looked at Wen Ruan.
Wen Ruan didn't react, she raised her eyes to look at him subconsciously, and then froze for a moment: "Why..."
"Aren't you cold?"
He was interrupted by Fu Zhihuan before he finished his question.
Wen Ruan was stunned, looked down at her tube top dress, and reacted.
She gritted her teeth: "It's thirty-five degrees today."
Fu Zhihuan said in a deep voice, "This one doesn't look good."
Wen Ruan was indignant, and after walking so long, everyone praised the clothes as good-looking, only this dead straight man said ugly: "It's impossible not to look good! This is my favorite designer. work!"
Fu Zhihuan: "Always miss."
"It's impossible to miss! It's clearly your aesthetic problem!"
The surroundings were silent.
Didn't you just fight back, pour alcohol and quarrel, why are the two of you flirting now?
Totally disrespect the quarrel!
At this time, the woman in the fur shawl also reacted from the pain, and asked three times in a row: "Who are you? Are you sick? ?"
Fu Zhihuan tilted his head, squinted his eyes, and let out a low laugh, then leaned down and said slowly, "What does it have to do with me?"
"I can't even let her get a drop of rain, can I still get you to pour a glass of wine?"
The author has something to say: Wen Ruan: Although I am really touched, I was still in the rain yesterday.
Fu Zhihuan: ...Thank you for not saying it in the text.
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