When Ye Chen sent Yang Jingya back to the gate of the University of Traditional Chinese Medicine, he didn't understand why Yang Jingya was so sad and cried like that just now!

Yang Jingya didn't say it, so Ye Chen naturally wouldn't ask more. Because he knew very well that if Yang Jingya was really willing to talk to him, she wouldn't ask more at all.

Back in the Tangong villa area, after Ye Chen went to give Xu Wenwen acupuncture, he returned to the Sun family's separate villa and began to continue his cultivation again. When he opened his eyes and woke up, Ye Chen was lying on the bed reading again, now calculate the time, leave the college entrance examination, there is only half a month left.

Early the next morning, Ye Chen and Sun Xiaowei finished breakfast and went to Shanghai American School. When eating breakfast, he deliberately peeked at Sun Xiaodong who was sitting opposite, and sure enough, he found that when Sun Xiaodong was eating breakfast, he occasionally looked at Sun Xiaowei with a fierce look in his eyes.

The two came to the classroom of the Shanghai American School, Ye Chen had nothing but his own review, Wang Cong and the others, now occasionally come to the classroom, and they did not appear in the classroom at other times, and they didn't know what they were going to do.

When class was finished in the morning, Ye Chen and Sun Xiaowei went out to the school gate and were about to get in the car and leave, when they saw Harris waving to him, meaning to let him pass.

When Ye Chen and Sun Xiaowei walked over, they found that on the elongated Lincoln, a foreign middle-aged man he had already met, Harris's father, George Paul, and another strange middle-aged man, who should be Paul's secretary.

"Mr. George, good morning!" Ye Chen greeted him.

"Student Ye, good morning, I came here this time to invite you to tonight's private banquet, I hope you can attend on time!" George Paul spoke English, and Ye Chen probably understood the meaning of that sentence.

The middle-aged man sitting in the passenger seat said with a smile: "Classmate Ye, Vice Consul George said that he invited you to his family's private banquet tonight, and I hope you can come over to attend!"

"Tonight?" Let him go to George Paul's banquet, that is nothing, Ye Chen calculated his time, except for the afternoon, he is going to give Song Ji acupuncture treatment, and tonight he still has to give Xu Wenwen acupuncture treatment, there is nothing else.

This middle-aged man who spoke was no one else, it was George Paul's secretary, seeing that he looked similar to Chinese, in fact, he was just a Chinese, named Li Hansi, he did not expect that Vice Consul George would specially invite this young man to come over to a private banquet.

If it gets out, no one will believe it. The status of the George family in the United States is very clear, and Li Hansi knows very well, so wherever George Paul goes, he is very popular, and the same is true in Shanghai, if he usually invites other rich people to a banquet, those rich people will definitely be very happy. However, Li Hansi looked at Ye Chen's appearance, and Ye Chen seemed to be thinking about whether he was willing to go over?

"Student Ye, I know you're busy. However, tomorrow morning, Harris will be flying home, so I hope you will join us for tonight!"

Since George Harris is going back to China, according to normal circumstances, George Paul invited Ye Chen, a classmate, to attend the banquet, but it was nothing. But why did he just invite Ye Chen, a seemingly ordinary young man? And no other classmates in the class? Li Han didn't understand, but he just translated that sentence for Ye Chen.

"Harris, you're going back home?" saw Harris nod.

"Okay, I'll definitely go over to the banquet tonight!" Ye Chen said.

At this point, George Paul smiled and handed him an invitation to a private banquet. In addition to the specific time of the banquet, there are also specific locations above.

By this time, George Paul had finished speaking, and after Harris got into the car, Hans Lee asked the chauffeur to drive away.

Ye Chen looked at the palm-sized invitation card in his hand, this invitation post was very exquisite, and when he opened it, he found that it was all written in English.

The general content, Ye Chen can also see it, and invite him to participate in tonight's private banquet, the most important thing is that it is written above that at eight o'clock tonight, a private banquet will be held at No. 15 Foreigner Street in Shanghai.

When he walked towards his car, Sun Xiaowei didn't say anything except for some envy, because he could hear just now that Paul George was just inviting Ye Chen over.

"Xiaowei, how about I take you over to see when the time comes?" Ye Chen looked at Sun Xiaowei and said.

"I, forget it, stay at home and play games. I was supposed to play with you tonight on Friday. However, if you go to that private banquet at George's house, you definitely don't have time, and I'll play with you tomorrow!" Sun Xiaowei said.

Since Paul didn't invite anyone else, Sun Xiaowei was naturally reluctant to follow. What's more, those are foreigners' banquets, and if you go to it in the past, it will only be a fool's errand, and it is better to play games in your own room.

Ye Chen shook his head, and went back to finish lunch with Sun Xiaowei, in the afternoon, Ye Chen went to the classroom again, and found that Harris was no longer in the classroom, and the books on his desk were also gone, it seemed that Harris was really leaving Shanghai and returning to the United States.

In fact, Ye Chen knew that he was not familiar with Harris, and it was only because he had treated his epilepsy that he knew him and his father.

In the second class in the afternoon, Ye Chen looked at Xu Jiaojiao and asked in a low voice, "Jiaojiao, Harris is going back to the United States tomorrow, he will hold a banquet tonight, did he invite you over?"

"No!" Xu Jiaojiao said.

Harris's fatherhood is not simple, so naturally he will not casually invite other classmates to the banquet. In Xu Jiaojiao's opinion, even if Harris is going back to China tomorrow, it is also impossible, because of this incident, he specially invited the classmates to participate.

Because of his father's different status, even if there is a party, at most, Harris invites his classmates in his honor. Therefore, now that she heard Ye Chen say that, Xu Jiaojiao felt that Ye Chen's identity was different.

"Jiaojiao, then when I go over to give your sister-in-law acupuncture treatment tonight, it may be later, you and your grandfather should rest first, don't wait for me to go over!" Ye Chen said.

Xu Jiaojiao nodded, in the third quarter of the afternoon, Ye Chen sent Sun Xiaowei back to the Sun family's villa, and after making sure that he really didn't want to go over, Ye Chen didn't force it anymore, and deliberately took a bath in the Sun family's separate villa, and then drove in the direction of Ruijin Hospital.

Because he knew very well that if he didn't finish Song Ji's acupuncture treatment first, and then come over after attending the banquet, it would be very late. At this time, it was almost five o'clock in the afternoon, and he had to finish it as much as possible, because he knew very well that Westerners did not like people who were late.

Ye Chen finished acupuncture for Song Ji in the separate ward of Ruijin Hospital, and after a careful examination, he came out of the hospital, got into the car, and then drove to the place of tonight's banquet.

The specific location is the villa area of No. 15 Foreigner Street, Ye Chen found that it was not far from Ruijin Hospital, so it only took him more than ten minutes to drive there.

It's just that it's 6:40 now. He parked his car at the intersection of Foreigner Street, and Ye Chen found that here, those buildings were all biased towards the Republic of China or Western-style buildings, which were very similar to the buildings on the side of the rich club.

Even, when he first arrived here, he had already seen many white people, coming in and out of that foreigner street, the men were mainly wearing suits, and the women were mainly wearing skirts. If you don't look closely, you think you're in a foreign country.