At that time, in school, Zhong Yuan had always been a high-profile figure.

Good grades, good studies, good personality, and big sisters wherever they go. That hasn't changed to this day.

It's just that after many years, those inconspicuous girls have learned to groom themselves, wear fashionable clothes, comb beautiful hairstyles, and draw proper makeup.

Between conversations, it also gives them extra points as a whole, which seems to be very high-grade.

And Zhong Yuan is much more plain.

But fortunately, she was very beautiful, and in order to attend the wedding, she specially dressed up, wore long hair like a waterfall, and sat there very quietly smiling and listening to their chat.

Everyone chatted about work and handed each other business cards. Only Zhong Yuan waved his hand and said, "I'm sorry, I don't have a business card." ”

A few good girls deliberately asked her about her current situation, and Zhong Yuan smiled and answered them one by one.

There were some topics that they deliberately embarrassed her, but Zhong Yuan was still generous in answering, and his attitude was neither humble nor arrogant.

In an instant, these women who had been secretly comparing were all out of interest.

Because they know that this kind of elegance and tenacity that comes from the bones may not be learned in their lifetime.

Zhong Yuan has always been a woman with a capital letter, and has never relied on the outside world to bring him a sense of security.

Since she was a child, she has been proud that her parents are farmers, and since she was a child, she was willing to introduce her disabled father to everyone with pride.

Those weaknesses that should have been ridiculed and excluded eventually became the shining light in her.

Because she always has her own light source.

Everyone changed the topic again and began to gossip about today's wedding.

The female classmates were envious of the bride who got married today, and even the male classmates had a sour tone.

Today's wedding is very large, and I heard that famous hosts and film and television stars were invited to help. The wedding car is a Bentley of the same water.

Moreover, the ceremony is divided into two kinds of Chinese and Western, and there are thousands of visitors.

Everyone sighed, it's really true that this is better than marrying.

I heard that the man's father is a general manager of Taitian Group and is very powerful. Today, marrying a daughter-in-law, maybe the prince of Taitian Group will come to enjoy his face and give a speech.

When it came to the prince of Taitian Group, the women were excited, and the men sneered with a kind of sourness.

There were a lot of black-clad security guards at the wedding scene, all of whom were sent by the hotel and Taitian Group, and they must ensure the safety of the prince at all times.

When the bride walked by, she waved to everyone, they were all classmates, and she felt relaxed and warm in her heart.

Everyone was chatting, and a person hurried in.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't late, was I?"

A man in a coffee-colored coat hurried over, still carrying the cold of the outdoors.

He greeted everyone with a smile, and then fixed his eyes on Zhong Yuan.

"Zhong Lanyan?"

His eyes were full of surprise.

Seeing Zhong Yuan, he was a little flustered and happy for a moment, and then came back to his senses and sat down opposite Zhong Yuan.

Zhong Yuan nodded at him and smiled. The table was so large that I couldn't hear it clearly.

In everyone's inquiry, Zhong Yuan learned that this male classmate named Cao Jiahao had just returned from studying abroad and was now working in external sales management at Taitian Group.

At that time, he was still an inconspicuous little boy, and as soon as Nakahara spoke to him, he would stutter.

More than ten years have passed, and if we hadn't met today, Zhong Yuan might not have recognized him when he walked on the street.

Everyone chatted and laughed, and their hearts were still rippling with the innocence and warmth of their student days.

Although everyone gets together and inevitably compares, who can say that there is no rippling spring under the layer of floating sand.

The ceremony in the room is about to begin, and everyone is still waiting for the arrival of the crown prince.

At this moment, the big screen suddenly went out, the smoke and bubble machines that created the atmosphere stopped working, and the sound was dumb.

The staff was sweating profusely, as if there was a problem with the line.

Everyone was in an uproar, and some jealous people even embraced the psychology of watching the show.

The groom was at a loss, and his father was visibly restless. After all, there will be important people in a while.

The bride was about to cry, but these familiar classmates went over to comfort her.

Zhong Yuan stood up, bowed down and silently checked to see what was wrong with the line, and went all the way to a round table in the front row.

The table was clearly for the important guests, and the cutlery was noticeably different from the usual, and the chopsticks were all ebony and silver-inlayed.

Zhong Yuan grabbed one of the chopsticks on the table, coiled his hair, and burrowed under the table.

If there is a short circuit in one of the wires here, it may be that I didn't pay attention when I placed the table, and I was pressed and dragged by the table so heavy.

She pulled out the bag she had brought with her, which contained a set of improvised tools.

Like Xiang Xiaoyuan, those who are engaged in jishu work are accustomed to tools that do not leave their bodies, and without tools, they are as awkward as going out without a mobile phone.

Zhong Yuan connected the line, but there was no fixed tape, there was still some false connection, she just wanted to go out to find the staff to ask, when she heard the people outside shouting:

"It's coming, it's coming, Ni Shao is here!"

Zhong Yuan sighed, and could only squat under the table, clamp the wires with insulated pliers, and deal with the ceremony first.

The whole ceremony was very long, and it should have been romantic and sensational.

That Prince Ni's speech is quite level, not only does not lose his identity, but also makes people feel cordial and intimate.

Zhong Yuan's pain was so painful that his legs were about to break, and he finally got through the ceremony, but those VIPs sat down again.

Don't mention this bitterness in her heart.

You can't just get out of here, right? Isn't it scared to death?

I saw a pair of bright and shiny leather shoes under the table, which are estimated to be worth a lot of money.

She changed her position and stayed there......

……

After Ni Kun sat down, he greeted the guests at the same table.

The people who can sit at this table are not ordinary people, everyone talked a few words, and then touted the prince as young and promising, and Thailand is thriving.

Ni Kun smiled and responded to everyone, after all, they are all entrepreneurs who are much older than themselves, and education sometimes needs to be reflected at this moment.

He looked down and tried to pick up the chopsticks, but found that there was only one, and he couldn't help but be surprised.

What does this mean? You can't wave your hand and ask the waiter to bring you another one, right?

So he had to put down his chopsticks and continue to talk.

Zhong Yuan squatted under the table and almost fell asleep, these rich people are really boring.

Che Yulu said a bunch of words one after another, and that Prince Ni was not too insensitive.

She changed her position, and as soon as her hand touched the ground, she was trampled on by one foot.

Zhong Yuan gasped in pain, so he didn't scream.

The foot didn't stop, and it was crushed, as if to confirm what it was stepping on.

……

Ni Kun stepped down and couldn't help but be taken aback.

How does this feel like stepping on a soft cotton pad? It's not right? It's not like a cotton pad? Is it a human being?

He couldn't help but run over it again.

Definitely people!

There's someone hiding under the table? What does that mean?

Ni Kun muttered in his heart and was careful.

He didn't sit for long, then he said something was wrong, and got up to take his leave.

Everyone sent each other one after another, and everyone knew that it was a big face for him to come, and no one expected him to stay until Zuihou.

Zhong Yuan escaped from under the table and returned to his seat.

She rubbed her hands as she perfunctorily listened to her classmates' inquiries.

Okay, it's almost broken!

Zhong Yuan scolded angrily in his heart:

"What bastard, if I knew who stepped on me like this, I would have chopped off his foot!"

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PS: Queen Zhong Yuan, I'm also looking forward to you chopping Ni Dashao's feet......