Chapter Seventy-Three [Departure] The new book is on the shelves, and the third watch is completed

She doesn't care if a good banquet is destroyed, but when things develop like this, she can't hide from it, she is the one who takes the lead. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

"Forget it!"

The sound was like a stone sinking into the sea, without stirring up the slightest wave.

No one remembers how the people who were surrounded by them and insulted came here, and by whom they brought them.

Qin Feiqi looked at Jiang Ruiming, only he could stop this farce here.

Jiang Ruiming put his arm around her shoulders and took her into his arms, and the scene in front of him couldn't arouse his emotions at all.

"What's wrong?"

Qin Feiqi's head moved, and she was immediately pressed down by a big palm, her face was pressed against his chest, and her voice was muffled: "...... Ruiming, let them stop! ā€

"Silly girl, this is the punishment she deserves, she should have this consciousness when she hurts you!" Jiang Ruiming's voice was still very gentle.

It would be a lie to say that she was not moved, but no matter how moved she was, looking at the woman who was surrounded in the middle, she still couldn't bear it in her heart: "I don't like this, Ruiming asked them to stop, okay!" ā€

Jiang Ruiming smiled and was about to speak, when a large group of people came in, and the leader was Cuiwei, who suddenly disappeared from "something", followed by Qin Hongren and those 'fathers' who disappeared unconsciously.

Not only Jiang Ruiming saw it, but Ning Jin and the people around her also saw it!

It's finally here!

Ning Jin breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, she was really afraid that she couldn't help but perform eighteen martial arts on the spot.

Cuiwei walked over with a calm face all the way, and the smile on her face had long since disappeared.

When she walked to Ning Jin's side, everyone gave way to her. There was no one who attended this banquet who did not know her.

Cui Wei bent down and stretched out her arm to pull Ning Jin, this scene had already made the eyes of the people who were originally around Ning Jin widen, but the next scene made them shiver all over.

Ning Jin squatted on the ground with her head in her hands, shook off the palm that Cui Wei held in her arm, and her silent tears turned into silent sobs.

Cui Wei was not annoyed when she was rejected, she stood up and gestured to the back, and the bodyguard who was mixed in the banquet walked in front of Ning Jin, bent down to pick her up, and walked outside, of course Ning Jin was struggling.

When passing by Cuiwei's side, the bodyguard stopped, she raised her hand to stroke Ning Jin's messy hair, and coaxed softly: "Good girl, don't make trouble, sister won't let people bully you in vain." ā€

Although the tone of the words was not light, the hidden anger was clearly heard by everyone present, and a group of young 'promising' people instantly felt thorns in their backs and cold sweat.

The group of 'fathers' standing in Cuiwei are also like dumb at the moment, and no one dares to come forward to ask for favors for their beloved children, of course, this does not include Jiang Ruiming.

"Sister Cuiwei, long time no see!" Jiang Ruiming walked to Cuiwei with Qin Feiqi in his arms, and greeted him with a smile.

Cuiwei glanced at Qin Feiqi in his arms, and a smile appeared on her face again, and at this time, Ning Jin was already preparing to leave the banquet by the bodyguards.

"Young Master Ruiming, I haven't seen you for a few years, but I've grown up!" The ridicule in the words was full of familiarity.

Who is this 'Jiang Ruiming' sacred, and why does Cuiwei take such a fancy to it?

Ning Jin silently guessed in her heart that this was the last sentence she heard in this banquet.

In the face of Cuiwei's ridicule, Jiang Ruiming hugged Qin Feiqi without changing his face, and said solemnly: "We haven't seen each other for so many years, we must have grown up." ā€

This is normal, but Qin Feiqi feels that this makes her feel so shy.

"Sister Cuiwei," Jiang Ruiming said and looked at Qin Feiqi, who was blushing in his arms: "Sister Cuiwei, I still have something to do, so I'll leave first, what's going on here, ......" said and his eyes wandered around.

Cuiwei glanced at Qin Feiqi, and then waved at Jiang Ruiming.

"Uncle Qin, then we'll go first." Jiang Ruiming said hello to Qin Hongren, and without waiting for his response, he hugged Qin Feiqi and strode away.

Everyone watched the figures of the two disappear in the banquet hall, and they didn't dare to say a word.

"Secretary Qin really gave birth to a good daughter!"

The corners of Qin Hongren's mouth twitched, squeezing out a smile that was more ugly than crying, and laughed twice.

That rebel girl, he really doesn't know where to give birth to a good ......

Cuiwei didn't pay any more attention to the entanglement in Qin Hongren's heart, her eyes looked at the young juniors who were surrounding Ning Jin just now, although she still had the smile on her face before Jiang Ruiming left, but the bottom of her eyes was already occupied by cold ice.

"You ......"

Cuiwei said a word, and the bottom of the heart that she swept with her gaze beats.

"I remember!" After saying that, he turned around and left, followed by the bodyguards who were mixed in the banquet.

Ning Jin didn't know what was happening here, but he could guess it.

She was the person brought by Cuiwei, but she was bullied like this, does she still have face?

Does she still want prestige?

Ning Jin sat in the back seat in a distraction, shrunk into a ball, hugged herself tightly, messy hair, and tears on her pale face that had not yet dried, all reminding Cuiwei that the whole body of the girl in front of her was full of sadness.

ā€œ...... Girl? ā€

Ning Jin didn't answer, tears fell down her pale cheeks, and she hugged herself a little tighter.

She remembers that her instructor had told her a saying, "Silent tears are more powerful than sound crying."

She needs Cuiwei to be more tolerant of her, and only if Cuiwei is more tolerant of her, she will be one step closer to completing the task.

There was no response, Cuiwei sighed almost inaudibly, and said to the driver and bodyguard sitting in the cab: "Let's go!" ā€

The extravagant, low-key bridge car streaked across the ground with a brilliant meteor and quickly disappeared in the eyes of the greeting doorman.

......

Since Cuiwei took Ning Jin out and came back, Cuiwei's villa has been shrouded in a depressing atmosphere.

After Ning Jin entered his bedroom, he never came out again, including dinner in the evening.

Cuiwei changed into a set of peach-colored dressing gowns, leaned on the milky white leather sofa, held a newspaper in her hand and looked at it intently, and the European-style retro crystal chandelier above her head reflected the colorful light on Cuiwei's body, as if she was draped in a layer of colorful glow.

"How?"

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Cuiwei put down the newspaper in her hand and looked up and asked.

Yu Sha handed the plate in her hand a little in front of Cuiwei's eyes, shook her head and said, "I still haven't opened the door." ā€

Cui Wei glanced at the untouched food on the plate and waved at her.

Hasa respectfully bent down and stepped back.

At this time, the sky outside the house was full of stars, like a galaxy, flashing bright stars.

Ning Jin put his hands on the pillow, leaned on the head of the bed, shook Erlang's legs and shook it, almost chewing leisurely with the dog's tail grass in his mouth.