THE SONG FAMILY WIFE IS NOT EASY TO MESS WITH - Chapter 21
Attending Xu Zhan’s birthday banquet are young people, there are not so many rules, and the atmosphere is relaxed and pleasant, not making those who come to attend feel formal.
The venue was set in the living room of a Chinese garden hotel, equivalent to a small banquet.
Xu Zhan sent out invitations to friends with good relations a few days in advance, only to say that if they are not busy, come over to play, we have a rare opportunity to get together to relax. Out of etiquette, he especially explained that if you have a partner or a friend, you can bring them over together, the crowd is lively.
Therefore, the birthday party will appear some Xu Zhan himself does not know people.
The first thing you need to do is to get a good idea of what you want to do.
Song met was teased by Meng Jianwei on the way, holding his stomach full of anger, when the car stopped in front of the hotel, coincidentally met Zhao Yichen who just came down from the car.
Zhao Yichen saw the masterpiece on the sports car and said incredulously: “I …… shit! Didn’t you mention this car just two days ago? How did it get like this?”
Song met black face did not speak, behind the lenses of a pair of black eyes sunken, which surged with horrible dark clouds, so that the surrounding body is haunted by a cold chill, like a walking ice sculpture.
Zhao Yichen has never had eyesight, not only did not notice the ugly face of Song met, but rubbed his chin and walked around the sports car.
The mud splashed on the body of the car has long been steamed dry by the scorching temperatures, sticking to it, for a time could not see whether it was mud and water or something else.
Zhao Yichen brain suddenly emerged from a guess, cover your nose and take a step back: “shit car bombed, crash your car?”
Song met: “……”
If one day Zhao Yichen dies, it must be from a cheap mouth.
Zhao Yichen shook his head, frowned and muttered: “Fortunately, fortunately you did not open the convertible, otherwise ……” he did not continue, because in his mind has emerged Song encounter full of shit picture.
Song met without any temperature look askance at him, while finishing the cuffs, while following the waiter to go inside, through the front hall, behind is a deep courtyard, cobblestone paved path winding deep into the garden, both sides planted with tall trees, the air is filled with natural and fresh grass fragrance, vaguely can hear the chirping of birds.
The waiter made the gesture of “please” from time to time and led Song met them through the ancient corridor and finally arrived at the parlor.
The two dark brown doors were opened and it was like another world inside, different from the quiet elegance of the courtyard, richly decorated, with all the dazzling and exquisite objects visible to the eye, and young men and women exchanging glasses and laughing.
The topic of conversation naturally does not revolve around the general banquet like the business of millions of dollars, but rather to talk about some of the undernourished gossip in the circle, and occasionally you can hear the word “Meng Jianwei”.
I heard that she put a good Miss Qianjin do not want to be a car racing and fighting all kinds of proficient social sister, but also with some of the small gang in the day to day, I do not know how the Meng family is educated children, although she is Mrs. Meng brought in the oil bottle, at least changed the surname, that is the Meng family ……
The arrival of several people in Song encounter put an end to this topic.
As soon as the men arrived, they first swept around the parlor, looking for Meng Jianwei’s shadow, and if they didn’t guess wrong, she should also be here to attend Xu Zhan’s birthday party.
However, the eyes bypassed a circle, but never saw the flaming red silhouette, Song met imperceptibly frowned, did he guess wrong?
Zhao Yichen followed him and stretched his neck to look around: “What are you looking for?”
Song Shu retracted his gaze and said nonchalantly, “Nothing.”
“What are you all doing at the door?” Xu Zhan’s voice suddenly sounded behind him, with his usual spring-like smile, “You’re not waiting for me here, are you?”
Song met twisted his head to look over and saw Meng Jianwei standing beside Xu Zhan. The woman had a plain face, pink hair open and with a wonderful softness, softly draped over the shoulders, white skin, red dress, a pair of provocative peach blossom eyes, teasingly met his gaze.
Song met held back, but still could not hold back, grabbed her wrist and pulled out: “You come with me.”
Zhao Yichen drew a breath and stammered, “No, it’s not true, these two are carrying on again?”
Meng Jianwei’s other hand pointed at the place where Song met, and spoke with a warning: “You have three seconds to let go of my hand, one, two–”
The third count did not come out, Song met as if stung by bees generally let go of his hand, he knew one second later she will certainly be mercilessly break his arm, like folding chopsticks so simple.
Song met back, looking at Meng Jianwei’s beautiful face, angry and helpless: “sister, what’s wrong with you? The company’s main goal is to provide the best possible service to its customers. I didn’t offend you today, did I?” He speaks in a Beijing dialect, his voice is lazy, adding a bit of elegance to the end.
“I’m targeting you?” Meng Jianwei laughed, “You think too highly of yourself.”
Song met: “……”
Meng Jianlian hand propped up the railing of the corridor next to him, looking at him like a fool: “A hundred meters ahead of the warning sign you did not see? You were fucking side by side with my car, I couldn’t change lanes, I had to run over the puddle, and you blamed me, you have delusions of grandeur, right?”
Song met was blocked to say a word, quietly think carefully, it seems really not to blame her, it is he first chased up to take up her original lane to change.
“Do you think my car is not dirty? It’s good that I didn’t ask you for a car wash, and you still have the nerve to ask me for a settlement? Your arm has not been healed for two days and itches again, right?” Meng Jianwei cursed incessantly, “also do not need to think about why I arrived later than you, Dad went to wash the car, okay? Crazy! I think your brain is muddy water, on your IQ, the company will sooner or later go bankrupt!”
Song met originally tensed a face gradually loosened, the first few times we met she was quite shy of words, a look lazy to communicate with him, but today is a rare good words, although they are scolding him.
But, for some reason, he felt that her cursing look was a bit cute.
Meng Jianwei finished and did not care what his reaction would be, turned around and left, almost hitting Xu Zhan who was looking for him.
Xu Zhan looked at her, and then look behind her face is not in a state of Song encounter, some crying and laughing. He stood over here for a while, to make sure there was no saber rattling between the two before he went over to mediate.
“I didn’t do it for your sake.” Meng Jianwei raised his eyebrows and handed him the blue gift box clutched in his hand, “The birthday present is for you now, so you don’t have to hold it in your hand all the time.”
Xu Zhan was a little surprised: “Birthday present?”
Meng Jianwei did not answer, the meaning in his eyes was obvious. Xu Zhan paused, eyes flashing with joy, in front of her could not help but open it, a delicate watch lying on velvet cloth, simple and noble style, very much in line with the aesthetics of young men: “Thank you, I like it very much.”
Song met finally came back to his senses, lightly glanced towards that side, and what caught his eyes was the picture of Meng Jianwei and Xu Zhan standing together laughing and talking.
He sneered, the dead girl that night to his home banquet from beginning to end did not look at him, but also smashed the field, to attend Xu Zhan’s banquet she dressed up, carefully prepared gifts, really double standard clear.
Song met walked, carelessly looked at the watch, the tone is not salty: “What is so happy, to give you the final (clock) it.”
Xu Zhan: “……”
Meng Jianwei: “……”
Don’t stop me, I’m going to beat him to death.
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Friends, please ask if you have smelled a sour gas flowing in the air, I wonder who ate lemon or drank vinegar.