I saw Zhou Yurou holding Song Xixi's arm and walking the red carpet without hurrying.

The audience was silent, only the melodious sax wind was slowly flowing, and all eyes were focused on them.

"Who is the woman next to Zhou Yurou? Why haven't I seen her before? ”

"If I'm not mistaken, that woman seems to be in the entertainment industry, and once made a youth literary movie and played the second female lead in it. But if you were to ask me what her name was, I really wouldn't remember. ”

"In a word, it's an eighteen-line paste curry whose audience can't shout its name. When did the threshold for Sheng Yeqian's birthday dinner become so low? Even those eighteenth-tier artists who can't be called can come to catch the golden beetle?"

"I can smell your vinegar sour smell from afar, and see that people are beautiful and turn into lemon essence, right? ”

"Isn't it just a foxy face, what's the big deal?"

"God, please let me have such a foxy face. ”

......

Song Xixi didn't squint, her ear power was excellent, and she listened to the surrounding voices of discussion that had obviously been suppressed word for word.

Who is she recruiting to provoke whom, and she has attracted a scolding for no reason?

Zhou Yurou couldn't listen to it anymore, and glanced at the endless chirping women.

Coldly receiving Zhou Yu's soft gaze, the women had to shut up.

Zhou Yurou has a fierce temperament, they have been taught, and no one wants to be remembered by her. Who in Chuancheng doesn't know that she Zhou Yurou is Sheng Yanyi's fiancée, isn't offending her tantamount to offending the Sheng family?

I'm really not stupid enough to dig a pit and bury myself.

Zhou Yurou retracted her gaze, leaned over Song Xixi's ear, and said, "Xixi, don't pay attention to those people. They are jealous of you and steal their limelight. ”

The men at the banquet almost wanted to stick their eyes to Song Xixi's face, and it was no wonder that those women were crazy with jealousy and spoke viciously to each other.

"Xixi, you laugh one. Let them see what it means to look back and smile at Bai Meisheng, the six palaces have no color, and they are sour to death those long-tongued women. ”

Song Xixi: "......"

Since Song Xixi appeared, Sheng Tingchen's eyes have been locked on her. Although he always knew that Song Xixi was born beautiful, he never thought that she could be so thrilling when she was dressed up carefully.

Sheng Tingchen had no way to associate Song Xixi at this time with the cowardly woman in his memory. The fresh and light makeup paints her facial features with a very high-end sense, but it is not devoid of sweetness, her Dan eyes are extremely beautiful, like a hook that hooks the soul, and the eye waves are flowing, like falling stars in the sky.

From the moment she stepped into the venue, Sheng Tingchen found that all eyes were on her, and the eyes of those women were either amazed, envious or jealous. And those men's gazes, which one doesn't write the word possession on their faces?

Sheng Tingchen was inexplicably panicked.

Li Miaoying was very angry by the infinite scenery of Song Xixi, retracted her gaze and looked at Sheng Tingchen, and saw that his whole person was staring at Song Xixi as if he had lost three souls and seven spirits, and he was even more angry. She stepped forward and stood in front of him, blocking Sheng Tingchen's gaze.

Sheng Tingchen hooked back the lost soul at this time, his eyes were a little evasive, and he didn't dare to look at Li Miaoying.

"Sheng Tingchen, you like her, don't you?"

Sheng Tingchen didn't even want to look at Song Xixi before, and every time he mentioned her name, his eyes were full of deep disgust. But now, his eyes when he looked at Song Xixi had obviously changed.

Li Miaoying, panicked.

"I like her, what are you kidding!!" Sheng Tingchen denied: "How could I possibly like her kind of white lotus with a face in front of and behind." ”

Seeing that he denied it without hesitation, Li Miaoying's panicked heart was slightly lowered, but flowery heart is a man's natural inferiority, Li Miaoying still couldn't believe it, and asked, "You really don't like her?"

"I said I don't like it, is it possible that you still want me to swear poison to the sky with three fingers?" Sheng Tingchen was so upset that he lost his patience.

"Then you have to promise me that you are not allowed to marry Song Xixi. No matter how hard your grandfather forces you, you are not allowed to marry her. Li Miaoying was unyielding and threw herself into Sheng Tingchen's arms, "Tingchen, why don't we make it public?"

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"Yurou, Xixi, come here!" Old Man Sheng beckoned to the two of them, obviously he was in a very good mood today, and his eyes were about to narrow into a slit when he smiled.

Zhou Yurou and Song Xixi surrounded Mr. Sheng on the left and right, Zhou Yurou sent the gifts that had been prepared for a long time as soon as possible, and said a lot of good things about auspiciousness, making Mr. Sheng so happy that he was about to find the north, and praised Zhou's father for his good fortune and gave birth to a good daughter who can speak well.

Song Xixi could see clearly from the side that Old Man Sheng really liked Zhou Yurou, and he was determined to match her marriage with Sheng Yanyi.

She secretly looked at Sheng Yanyi and saw that his expression was gloomy, his eyes were deep, and he didn't say anything about joy or anger. It seems that the fiancée they praised had nothing to do with him, and they were not talking about his marriage.

This made Song Xixi have an illusion that Sheng Yanyi was about to cultivate into an immortal, cut off seven emotions and six desires, and nothing could get into his eyes.

As if sensing her gaze, Sheng Yanyi suddenly raised his eyes to look at her. His gaze was so caught off guard that it was too late for Song Xixi to take his gaze back.

The voyeur was caught, Song Xixi was a little annoyed, silently looked away, and pretended that nothing had happened.

"Mr. Sheng, who is this?" Everyone had been curious about Song Xixi's identity for a long time, and it took a long time to find an opportunity to ask Old Man Sheng.

"Her name is Song Xixi, and she is Song Zhengping's eldest granddaughter. Old Man Sheng looked at Song Xixi, "Xixi, say hello to your uncles." ”

Song Xixi obediently greeted them one by one, behaved generously, neither humble nor arrogant.

"I didn't expect it to be Lao Song's granddaughter. You said that Lao Song is really, such a beautiful granddaughter is hidden, it's too unusual. ”

This sounds like nothing, but when you taste it carefully, you always feel a little frivolous.

Song Zhengping is dead, and the current Song family is not as good as day by day, and many people's eyes looking at Song Xixi have changed.

Song Xixi's mind is sensitive and delicate, and he looks at all those eyes with ghosts.

Sure enough, it's not a good thing to have a face that brings disaster to the country and the people, at least it's always remembered by some disgusting flies.