In this banquet, in order to take care of Lin Qingyin, the Hua family invited many people in the entertainment industry.

And the juniors of the Hua family naturally have to be present.

Hua Yingcao is the youngest daughter of the second room of the Hua family, and she entered Lin Qingyin's dressing room with a smile.

"Do you think you're flattering grandpa, you're the young lady of the Hua family? You're just a wretched creature that your own parents don't want to want. ”

"You gave them my contact details?"

Hua Yingcao glanced around, but didn't find any recording equipment: "Yes, how does it feel to be black on the whole network?" ”

She sneered, but her eyes burned with jealousy.

Zhu Yan's movie starring Chen Zhiyuan already has its own traffic.

She gave Zhu Yan's contact information to the Zhu family and his wife, and gave them a large sum of money to wantonly smear Zhu Yan.

Zhu Yan's reputation has always been bad, and the Internet soon became a condemnation of her.

But Hua Yingcao didn't expect that the old master of the flower family would accept Zhu Yan as her granddaughter!

Zhu Yan doesn't have any blood in the Hua family, and it doesn't matter if she lives in the old mansion of the Hua family because of Hua Cishu, but how can she get the identity of half of the Hua family!

"I don't know how it feels like the whole network is black, but it feels good to have someone to protect me."

Hua Yingcao glared at Lin Qingyin.

There was a maid knocking on the door outside.

Lin Qingyin got up and glanced at Hua Yingcao as she passed by.

The flower warbler grass clenched its fist.

Zhu Yan, she dared to look at herself with the eyes of a clown who jumped off the beam!

Expensive and delicate dresses gradually disappeared from the eyes of the flowers.

Hua Yingcao had the urge to tear Lin Qingyin's dress, but in the end she resisted.

She went out after Lin Qingyin, and the decent smile on her face showed her Hua family's cultivation.

In a hidden part of the villa, Li Yuan's agent frowned and whispered.

"Li Yuan, do you like Zhu Yan?"

Li Yuan's character is clear to him, and he has never crossed any female artist since his debut.

But Li Yuan's concern for Zhu Yan obviously crossed the line!

"Yan Yan, if she likes her, she should take the initiative to be good to her, she has suffered a lot, I must protect her."

Broker:!!!

"She doesn't do you any help in your career!"

"I love that she doesn't need her to do anything for me."

Li Yuan looked at the agent with a smile, he was not a person with a good temper, and his attitude was tough but his tone was gentle.

"The banquet is about to start, let's go."

Li Yuan and his agent were about to go back to the hall, turning the flowers, but saw a young man enjoying the flowers in the light and shadow.

The agent was a little nervous, but Li Yuan was calm.

"Little Master Flower?"

The twenty-six or seventeen-year-old man has a calm and mature body that young people don't have: "The banquet is about to start, I'm afraid it won't affect the young master Hua if he is not there." ”

The agent shrank behind Li Yuan, not knowing whether he was angry or afraid.

Li Yuan's maintenance of Zhu Yan can be done regardless of the occasion!

However, Li Yuan seemed to be just a casual kind reminder, he nodded at the flower word tree, and entered the banquet hall.

The flower tree looked at the blossoming tree in front of him.

At the foot of the tree is a large patch of roses.

The roses bloomed in the night, and the tree frowned.

He stretched out his hand in a daze, and it was a posture holding a flower branch.

There seemed to be a chill on his index finger, and someone had inadvertently touched him.

But there was nothing in front of him.

In the banquet hall, the audience was silent.

The girl on the second floor wore a long black dress with an off-the-shoulder tunic and bright lights.

She is like night, bringing thousands of stars.

Through the glass window, Hua Cishu saw that Li Yuan was looking intently at the figure that was gradually descending.

He was silent, he stood gracefully, he was powerful, but his expression was even reverent.

Seeing this scene, Hua Cishu felt as if there was a small flame in his chest, waiting for it to burn.