Chapter 989

But this beautiful face, with such a no texture pajamas, is really some outrageous.

So the stylist went on.

From head to toe, she was transformed.

Ha ha, wearing this naked dress, I turned around a few times in front of the mirror. The soft and graceful skirt made a beautiful arc in the air. With a drop of pink diamond necklace between my neck and a diamond bracelet on my wrist, it was enough to make a beautiful crown.

Such a grand, such a beautiful, she can't help holding a mobile phone in front of the mirror took a picture to Feng Jingmo pass, it seems to have the meaning of merit.

Looking at the time, I went downstairs with my handbag.

The car was waiting downstairs, and the gift was in the car. After confirmation, we went straight to Zheng's villa.

She doesn't know what Mr. Zheng is important to Feng Jingmo, but this is the task he assigned to her. She will try her best to play the role of a wife and not disgrace him.

Originally, the time was very close, but in the past, a major traffic accident happened, causing a big traffic jam.

So she was half an hour late for the party.

Today, the Zheng family mansion is resplendent, with luxury cars at the gate.

However, the lengthened Lincoln that Mr. Feng prepared for her made her shine.

As soon as he stopped, he caught everyone's eyes at the door.

Although she is late, there are many people who are late. The motorcade in front of the gate is long. Song ruochu puts on his shawl. The driver gets out of the car and goes to the back seat to open the door for her.

With her slender calf stepping out of the car door, she felt that countless magnesium lamps surrounded her from all directions. She really didn't think that to attend a birthday party could have such a show, which was enough to make the media compete for interviews.

And her high-profile appearance has made her the object of competition.

Such a style is rare indeed.

Rong Mingyuan was sitting in the car behind him, watching song ruochu's star shining as he was surrounded by people towards the banquet hall.

The black lengthened Lincoln went around in front and stopped quietly, waiting for its hostess.

Song Lei has a worried look at Rong Mingyuan. He insists on coming for his poor health. As a result, he meets this woman again: "if you don't feel well, I'll send you back to the hospital. Anyway, he has a preliminary intention with Zheng Zhiyuan. It's OK to talk about it a few days later."

"No need. I'll get off here. You can park there. " Rong Mingyuan pushed away the reporter's heavy encirclement, with the figure of song ruochu into the mansion.

The appearance of song ruochu, like a whirlwind, blew into the banquet hall.

Yang Qingge accompanies Zheng Zhiyuan to stand at the entrance of the hall. When he meets song ruochu, he always feels that Su Ran has come back. For a moment, he is flustered.

Zheng Zhiyuan didn't recognize her at first. Suddenly he saw the bracelet she was wearing. He was stunned and came forward with Yang Qingge: "Feng, I'd like to welcome you here. I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Song ruochu was very calm and easygoing. He handed the gift out: "Mr. Zheng, you are welcome. I heard that today is your birthday. It's a small gift. It's not a compliment. Please accept it." She didn't know what the present was, but the things Mr. Feng prepared would not be bad, so she was very relieved.

When the gift is delivered to Yang Qingge, Yang Qingge doesn't know whether to accept it or not.

The most important thing about a gorgeous face and clothes is that they are not exactly the same clothes, but the classic styles and colors of the same series.

Song ruochu was surprised, but not shocked. It seems that Mr. Feng is not the only one who loves Prada, and everyone's eyes are very similar.

Yang Qingge and song ruochu wear this series of evening dresses in completely different styles. Yang Qingge is charming, and song ruochu is elegant and noble, but it's just temperament. Song ruochu is actually more suitable for this kind of dress.

She felt very sorry for being late, but she didn't think that it was like a lot of brilliant celebrities were behind her.

It's really unprepared to meet Rong Mingyuan again.

Looking at his white shirt, black vest, black bow tie, black tuxedo, with one hand lightly placed in front of Xion bed, and his light footstep, it seems to outsiders that a gentleman is elegant.

But song ruochu knew that what he was holding was his painful wound.

As he walked towards her step by step, what she thought was constant accusations. It was really not fatal. Just a few days after the operation, she came to such an occasion.

If an outsider toasts, what should be done.

Still a person to come, at least with song Lei or his wife to come, at least there is a admonishment.

Rong Mingyuan goes to Zheng Zhiyuan and gives him a piece of his heart. Zheng Zhiyuan is the biggest investor in his latest investment project. This kind of human relationship is not big, so Rong Mingyuan will come to see him as long as he is alive.Zheng Zhiyuan was really happy: "Mr. Rong was able to find time to come here in his busy schedule. I, Mr. Zheng, can be regarded as a comfort to Lao Huai."

"How can Mr. Zheng talk? Mr. Zheng is in his prime. How can we compare with you?" Rong Mingyuan is not stingy of flattery.

Song ruochu stood by and watched them compliment each other until Qiao Yunshen and Tong LAN appeared.

Oh, the perfect combination of handsome men and beautiful women, 60 no dead angle appearance, how to see, are pleasing to the eye.

The corner of song ruochu's mouth makes a shallow and warm arc. Do big people like to appear in the back, leaving a strong and good impression?

Now it seems that she is not late.

Zheng Zhiyuan didn't welcome him because he didn't know him. It was Yang Qingge who led him to introduce him.

Rong Mingyuan naturally retreated to one side, but he didn't get together with song ruochu as usual. Instead, he said hello, exchanged greetings, chatted slowly with people around him, and soon became a part of them.

Song ruochu didn't know them, and no one came forward to say hello to her, so she stood in the corner, watching all kinds of food and drink men and women on the field, but why did her eyes always run after Rong Mingyuan.

Looking at him, he was nervous when he put on the wine glass, and his eyes did not dare to leave for a while. He always felt that the scarlet liquid was very dangerous in his hands.

Her eyes follow so closely that people with clear eyes can detect the tension and care in her eyes, and Rong Mingyuan is no exception.

Many business friends began to tease him: "Mr. Rong, it's a lot of good fortune. That lady over there seems to have a crush on you."

Mo Qianyu didn't appear, which also gave them more imagination.

Song ruochu's appearance and dress give her unique dignity. No one associate her with Rong Mingyuan's ex-wife. Even though some people think she looks familiar, they still dare not say Su ran easily.

From Zheng Zhiyuan's polite attitude towards song ruochu, she has different backgrounds.

Rong Mingyuan smiles and refuses to comment, but he never looks at Song ruochu.

Always such unexpected encounter, how much strength should he use to keep his restless heart.

Tong LAN clenches Qiao Yunshen's arm. The appearance of song ruochu rings a huge alarm in her mind. She is not so stingy, but she can't be more generous, so she has to follow Qiao Yunshen's side.

Fortunately, Qiao Yunshen didn't seem to be interested in Song ruochu and didn't come forward to greet him. But I met Rong Mingyuan.

"Mr. Rong, it's nice to meet you again." Qiao Yun was deeply smiling, with a deeper smile at the corner of his mouth. He gently touched Rong Mingyuan's wine glass, and he raised his head to the end. Seeing that Rong Mingyuan didn't move, he picked his eyebrows and chuckled, "Mr. Rong, is this not for me? Why not drink it? "

Rong Mingyuan was hurt. Tong LAN could see that he was on purpose. If Rong Mingyuan didn't drink, he would not give him noodles. With so many eyes watching, Rong Mingyuan couldn't help but give him noodles. But if he really drank, his stomach would definitely burn again.

Song ruochu doesn't understand why men want noodles so badly. He can't drink. Why do he have to force himself to drink? Is it really so difficult to tell others the truth?

Seeing that Rong Mingyuan really raises her glass to drink, her heart goes up to her throat. He's playing with his life. She stares at his back and goes forward involuntarily. As a result, Rong Mingyuan's glass just touches her lips. When she comes up with a sound, Tong LAN has already shaken the glass in his hand with lightning speed. His black suit is stained with scarlet liquid The transparent wine cup was broken to the ground, and song ruochu quietly retreated to his original position.

But Tong LAN over there yelled: "Rong Mingyuan, are you crazy? Do you want me to give you first aid here? What to drink? Is it not enough to drink with perforated stomach? "

Qiao Yunshen looks at Tong LAN. His eyes are tight, but Tong LAN doesn't care. Rong Mingyuan gives her a faint smile: "doctor Tong, I just drink a cup of juice. Isn't that ok?"

Tong LAN suddenly Leng in there, Qiao Yunshen also dun dun, Rong Mingyuan put down his hand, still thank way: "however, or thank Dr. Tong's kindness, I didn't intend to commit suicide, don't worry, I go to the bathroom to clean up."

The red wine dripped down his suit on the red carpet in the hall. Tong Lan's face was pale, as if her kindness was a big joke. She bowed her head silently.

Qiao Yunshen comforted her in turn: "it doesn't matter, you have good intentions."

Tong Lan's eyelash brush is exquisite, which makes her eyes look bigger and brighter. However, there is a kind of disappointment in the burning of her eyes, but she didn't say anything and nodded: "I'll go and eat something."

She saw song ruochu standing alone in the corner, so she went to song ruochu.

Qiao Yunshen's eyes narrowed, but he didn't stop her.

While Rong Mingyuan is tidying up in the bathroom, Qiao Yunshen also comes.

Standing in the luxuriously decorated bathroom, Rong Mingyuan takes off his suit coat, across the white shirt, and the gauze tied to his stomach is clearly visible. Rong Mingyuan takes a look at Qiao Yunshen in the mirror, and Qiao Yunshen stands beside him to wash his hands.When there was no one, Rong Mingyuan didn't want to say a word, and Qiao Yunshen didn't say anything, but just as he turned around, he just gave Rong Mingyuan a turn and fell on the wound he had just sewed up for a few days.