"Missing, hehe, it's dead, right?"

On the outskirts of Suzhou, the 90s Shi Lei House is a bit old, and the walls are covered with green ivy, but it also looks full of life. Li Luyao, who was dressed in white and had a slight smile between his eyebrows and eyes, was like a white rose that no one could touch.

A letter in her hand elicited her ridicule, as if the dead man was his rival in love and not his uncle. When she left, she left Kyoto without anything, not even her mobile phone, as if she had fled.

"Next, who will suffer? Qilingang must have a magic trick, and the Li family Dachang is also right, but the specific way out is not like this, it shouldn't be, and it can't. Li Luyao muttered to herself, picked up the kettle and slowly watered it on a ribbon plant.

....

After New Year's Day, the Zhao family was crowded, and there were 28 tables for the birthday banquet in the Zhao family's manor, 28 tables were not much, but they covered almost all the high-level people in Fujian, and the protagonist of the birthday banquet was naturally Zhao Ling.

"What's wrong? Thinking about the catastrophe of Tao Li?"

Yuan Qing straightened the tie under his neck, the waist of the English suit was particularly good, Yuan Qing, who wore a suit for the first time, had the feeling of a knight wearing an armored horse and a saddle, but at this time, he saw Zhao Ling looking absent-minded and asked casually.

"It's not. Zhao Ling shook his head.

"Don't worry, with me, giving birth is also giving birth, and there will be no catastrophe. Yuan Qing chuckled and took a seat of Zhao Ling, who was dressed up like a painting, and comforted.

"I wonder what's wrong with Sister Muxin, she seems to be very sleepy these days, hasn't she always slept all the time?" Zhao Ling turned around and straightened the lapels on Yuan Qing's suit.

"She..."

Yuan Qing suddenly leaned into Zhao Ling's ear mysteriously and whispered to Zhao Ling, Zhao Ling's face turned red after hearing this, and then he lightly slapped Yuan Qing's chest, and whispered something annoying...

"Ah, it's not the right time. Duo Wei, who pushed open the door, did not feel embarrassed at all, and said with a wicked smile on her face with a small piece of cake in her hand.

"You collided with the bed curtain!" Yuan Qing turned his head and suddenly laughed, only to see that the fabric on Duo Wei, who was in the dark red flower dress, was almost exactly the same as the bed curtain in Zhao Ling's room.

Duo Wei was stunned for a moment, then looked at the bed curtain and looked at her clothes and asked in surprise, "Ling'er, where did you buy this bed curtain?"

"I don't know, maybe my dad bought it. Zhao Ling smiled faintly.

"I'm going to change it, oh yes, the party is about to start, you get ready. Duo Wei hurriedly put down the cake in her hand and ran up to the second floor.

"Don't you call Sister Mu Xin?" Zhao Ling asked.

"Let her sleep, didn't she say that I belong to you today?" said Yuan Qing.

"Haven't you always belonged to us?" Zhao Ling stretched out his hand, stroked Yuan Qing's cheek, and gently stood on tiptoe...

...

The Zhao family's manor is very large, perhaps the hired gardener is more industrious, and the lawn under his feet is very soft but not sparse, even if Zhao Ling wears high heels, his heels will not sink.

This kind of birthday party is very common at the top level, and the elites and politicians who come are all from the upper echelons of Fujian, and the connections of the rich may not be as deep as those from the food stalls, but they are definitely more valuable. And Zhao Xiaoyun took great pains to hold a banquet more naturally for Zhao Ling's birthday, and the singers invited for this purpose were even first-line celebrities.

"Good afternoon, everyone, thank you all for taking the time out of your busy schedules to attend the Little Girls' Day Banquet. Directly opposite the villa was a makeshift stage, and Zhao Xiaoyun on the stage was full of smiles.

"Where, where we are stained... Hey, hey, hey. ”

"Brother Zhao, it's our honor to be invited.."

...

As soon as the words fell, the representatives from all walks of life who were dressed and toasted under the stage were all euphemistically complimented, and then Zhao Ling followed closely on the stage.

"This is the little girl, Zhao Ling. As soon as Zhao Ling, who was dressed in a white dress, came on stage, it caused a burst of whispers from the audience, because Zhao Ling didn't often show up and didn't know many people who knew her, Zhao Xiaoyun did this more to tell these people, this is my daughter, remember to take care of it when you meet it in the future.

"Thank you uncles and sisters for taking the time to come to my birthday party, Ling'er is here to wish you all a prosperous business and a high step. Through the microphone, even the roughness of the sound did not hide her ethereal voice.

There was even more uproar in the audience, especially the ladies present, who used to call uncles and aunts, but Zhao Ling's sister could make a group of young women laugh.

"Alas, little brother, look at Mian Sheng, whose son is it?"

Yuan Qing sat at the first table and nodded with a smile, and when he suddenly heard a voice beside him, he turned his head and found that eight people at a table were all looking at him...

"Oh, hello, my name is Yuan Qing. Yuan Qing smiled and nodded, and then continued to look at the stage.

"Uhhhh Zhang Zhuolin, who was particularly bloated in a suit, frowned slightly, this was obviously not the answer he wanted, and then turned his head and whispered to a few other people, but none of them knew Yuan Qing.

Zhang Zhuolin, who is the chief, is the chairman of Mindu Smelting Iron and Steel, known as the Iron and Steel King. The old man sitting on the side is the chief of the Zhao family's foreign trade department, and the next one is the president of the Mindu High People's Court... At the end of the table, except for Yuan Qing, everyone else is a leader and leader in various fields, which is very abrupt.

"Little brother, this position is not something that can be sat casually, whose child are you?" Zhang Zhuolin saw that Yuan Qing was dressed in formal clothes, but no matter how you look at it, it is not at their level, if it is a string of positions to sit here and want to attract the attention of others, it is tantamount to self-inflicted humiliation.

"Hello, father Yuan Feng, sitting here was instructed by Uncle Zhao. Seeing that the uncle in front of him had no malicious intent, Yuan Qing explained with a slight smile as he looked at Zhao Ling's banquet.

"Yuan Feng?"

Zhang Zhuolin turned his head in confusion and looked at a few people, and several of them shook their heads and said that they didn't know each other, but since Yuan Qing said that it was Zhao Xiaoyun's signal, no one continued to ask more, and soon they continued to discuss business matters and strange things they encountered.

"Thank you very much for coming, and if you don't have a good hospitality, you can hope for Haihan. Zhao Ling smiled sweetly and bowed slightly, handed the microphone to the host beside him in a bunch of applause, and then walked off the stage, holding Zhao Xiaoyun towards Yuan Qing's position.

"Ah Qing, I'll go with my father to get to know the other seniors, you wait for me here. Zhao Ling let go, Zhao Xiaoyun pulled up her long skirt slightly, walked in front of Yuan Qing, and said playfully.

"Okay! Yuan Qing smiled slightly.

Zhao Ling smiled sweetly at him in everyone's surprised eyes, turned around and just wanted to leave, and then walked two steps back as if he remembered something, and whispered in his ear: "If you feel bored sitting here, you can go to table 18." ”

Table 18: Who's there?

"Little brother..."

"I'm sorry to miss me. ”

Zhang Zhuolin saw this scene very clearly, this young man named Yuan Qing has definitely not a simple relationship with the daughter of the Zhao family, just wanted to talk to him when he saw him raise the wine glass in his hand and slightly raise his glass to everyone to apologize, and then turned around and left...

There was no code on the table, so Yuan Qing could only walk all the way down the table, and most of the dishes on the table were some Western dishes with red wine, such as light seafood, caviar, light cheese, salad, vegetables, melons and fruits, steamed shellfish, etc.

However, the gaze projected along the way was neat, and Yuan Qing blushed a little. No one in high society is a little good, that is, when no one is introduced, everyone holds their own identity and no one asks for news of a stranger, although everyone looks at him with curiosity, but no one comes forward to say hello.

All the way to the eighteenth table, I found that this table was full of young people, and Duowei was also in it...

Yuan Qing smiled, the rice bucket, Zhao Xiaobin and both of them were...