Chapter 256

In the presidential suite, which is known as the most luxurious in the city, Song Wen sits in front of the dressing table. The ground is covered with exquisite carved jewelry boxes. I don't know who broke the pearl chain. Pearls fall on the carpet embroidered with Persian birds and animals. When they roll on the ground, they make a slight sound of friction with fur, and are quickly covered by the voice of speaking.

There are several clothes shelves beside the bed. The elegant evening dress is the style that girls dream of. At this moment, they are like the cheapest goods hanging on the shelves. Only the dress "starry night" on the mannequin model, which glitters with the deep light of jewelry, is qualified to be superior to others.

The cosmetics and jewelry customized just for her can't be put down on the dressing table, so they can only be put on the sofa beside. On the sofa, there are also luxury dresses that have been replaced, and even bags and pendants are piled on them. The limited bags of baleshijia and Fendi are impolitely pressing on the skirt of evening dress, like the outdated special goods displayed in the shop window.

It's hard to imagine that someone can be extravagant to such a degree. However, it's only for Song Wen to serve herself. All the big hotel suites are just a dressing room for her. The stylists and makeup artists who rush into the room one after another are only for her.

In order to match Xiang Chaojue's fame, status and wealth, as well as to compare Gu luanqing who once stood beside him, Song Wen does not hesitate to spend a lot of money to make herself more noble. It's better that she can't catch up with anyone except Xiang Chaojue.

If she wants to be the unique star in Xiang Chaojue's mind, she should also let the world remember that only she can be worthy of Xiang Chaojue in this world. If she wants to have a third party, at least she must have won her in the clothes.

Song Wen thinks so confidently. She looks at herself in the mirror. She is wearing a gold tunic and a low cut tuxedo with a white silk shawl. The dress is made of gold silk by hand. The style is designed by the British Royal designer. It is very valuable, even priceless.

The make-up artist had already put on her make-up, but she was not satisfied. When the make-up artist came in, she called her to follow her, "what's the matter with this lip? I said that it should be full and glossy, and the color is not enough. I said that I want red. Can't you understand me?"

In order to make up a little bit of a small problem with people angry, in addition to Song Wen outside the people also no one.

Nevertheless, the high remuneration she offered also made the stylists who worked for her dare not complain and serve her servilely, "yes, I'll make up for you now."

"Before I open my eyes, you fix my lip makeup, or you won't have a chance next time." Song Wen was still angry and criticized her a lot. Then she reluctantly closed her eyes, raised her face and presented her delicate and carved face in front of the makeup artist without reservation. Her retro black curly hair fell down on her bare shoulders and her sexual feeling was charming. Let alone men, women who were lucky enough to meet her would be attracted by it.

This is Song Wen. Although she has a bad temper and is tricky, her charm is still unquenchable. She has attracted a large number of fans and followers. Her undisguised talent has also made her shine in the performing arts circle and won various awards irresistibly.

The more famous she is, the more willful she will be. Even if she doesn't want to do something, even if the brokerage company kneels down to beg her, she won't agree. What she agrees to do, she will have to get everything ready before she starts.

Of course, there is no exception.

For example, now, just to accompany Xiang Chaojue to a dinner party, Song Wen has put off her two-day trip. From 6 a.m. to 7 p.m., she has finished her dress and make-up. We can imagine how much she attaches importance to the party.

No, it should be said that she only cares about Xiang Chaojue.

In recent days, Xiang Chaojue has invited her three times to accompany her to the banquet. She has also invited him to share lunch, dinner and shopping places. Even when she stayed in a hotel when she went to film, she had to ask him to accompany her. However, it was just a room next to her. She had no chance to get close to his body, Let alone get it.

It's not that she hasn't tried to seduce Xiang Chaojue, but the man with a heart of stone doesn't eat this at all. As a result, she often ends up in a bad mood. After two or three repetitions, Song Wen finally learns well and doesn't have that kind of illusion about him. At most, she sneaks up to kiss him when he doesn't pay attention or is distracted.

Xiang Chaojue also resisted the kiss, but did not push her away, which made Song Wen more confident. She had a hunch that one day she would completely conquer Xiang Chaojue, and that day would not be far away.

Xiang Chaojue must be her.

Thinking of this, Song Wen clenched her fist as if she had grasped the happiness in her hand. She raised her mouth and showed a smile to herself in the mirror.

After making up for a moment, he came to Chaojue's room to find her. Because the banquet venue was in this hotel, he didn't need to walk too much to pick her up, so he reluctantly agreed to come and pick her up.

He knocked on the door. "May I go now?"

The clear sound startled the people in the room. The make-up artist, the stylist and several assistants all spread out in a row and said hello to Chaojue in unison, "good morning, I've kept you waiting."

"Well." Xiang Chaojue is still so cold. He doesn't know who these people are. After all, it doesn't matter to him whether he knows them or not.

He just thinks that Song Wen is just attending a medium-sized banquet, which is too exciting. The room is in a mess. I don't know how long she has been struggling.

It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter what he does.

Song Wen walks to the door with her skirt covered up and small steps. Different from the cold one in front of her subordinates, she looks like a young woman in love with Xiang Chaojue, smiling like a flower.

"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting for a long time. It's all their clumsiness. It's only now." Song Wen did not hesitate to put the responsibility behind her. She showed a gentle smile to Chao Jue. Her shining eyes narrowed into a slit. When she looked at him, it seemed that there were stars in her eyes. "Chao Jue, am I beautiful tonight?"

He glanced at Chao Jue's exquisite make-up and dress. Gu luanqing's figure came to his mind uncontrollably. He couldn't help but wonder what it would be like for Gu luanqing to wear this dress, and what he would look like.

At least he won't be as calm as he is now.

"Beautiful." Xiang Chaojue's comments are simple and clear, and the difficult point is actually perfunctory.

No more beautiful than Gu luanqing, he couldn't help thinking.

Song Wen didn't know what he thought in his heart. Just the praise of these two words had already made her happy. She preferred to be so straightforward to Chaojue than those flowery words.

To put it bluntly, beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

Since she had prepared so carefully, it would not be interesting to say nothing to Chaojue. He rarely took the initiative to hold her slender hand hanging on the skirt. "The banquet is about to start. Let's go."

Song Wen now suddenly hates the stylist. Why should she wear a pair of pure silk white gloves with her? She can't touch Xiang Chaojue's temperature directly. When she goes back, she must reprimand the stylist. As she thought, Xiang Chaojue held her hand. Only in this way, she was so happy that she was about to die.

Song Wen thought that she was rational when she was in love. She didn't expect that when she had a chance to stand with her lover, she was still like a teenage girl, and her emotion was not controlled at all.

All this is because what she falls in love with is not others, but Xiang Chaojue shining like the sun.

Through a few long corridors, occupying half the floor of the hotel, the entrance of the venue has been continuously lined up with guests. They are dressed in gorgeous clothes, holding wine red velvet face invitation letters painted in Phnom Penh, just like a noble Swan with head up and chest up. They are full of complaints about such a gathering of elites, I can't help but indulge in the high society.

Those who stay in the upper class should be careful to breathe. They should inhale the gold powder falling from their wives' luxurious dresses soaked with gold foil dye.

However, all these things are eclipsed in front of Song Wen and Xiang Chaojue. They are just a few people at the top of the upper class. Even if they are both rich or business elites, they have to turn their attention to them.

Song Wen and Xiang Chaojue are the guests of this banquet. They have the admission qualification to ignore the order. They bypass the guests who are still waiting in line, take two specially carved and hollowed out black velvet invitation letters in front of the receptionist, and then stride in without looking back. The arrogant figure is beyond the reach of many people.

Song Wen and Xiang Chaojue are undoubtedly the center of the topic, and their seemingly love affair has become the biggest topic of private discussion. However, in front of Xiang Chaojue, the guests are still restrained and dare not mention his peach blossom news, because this is Xiang Chaojue's taboo.

If anyone dares to mention Gu luanqing, the enemy he sets up is not only Xiang Chaojue, but also Song Wen. She will stop this conversation mercilessly and criticize the other party. Most of them say something ugly, "please shut your mouth and go to one side. I really hate people like you."

"What?" The other side often looks at her in disbelief.

Song Wen at this time will cover her mouth, a look of disgust, "don't say to let you shut up, don't even know this can't do, your mother didn't teach you?"

Too much to say, to the court Jue will also blame her, "OK, don't lose my face outside."

Don't forget that she's at the party as his girlfriend. She'd better be careful with him.

However, if her behavior is criticized, he will not hesitate to get rid of her.

So far, it seems, not yet.

Song Wen listened to him unexpectedly.