182 What do you think, Han Mo?

Jiang Feiyi has to do something, and no one has ever been able to stop him.

He said that the dinner party on the 14th would not be withdrawn, and he had not looked at me in the Jiang family these days, and it was as if we had suddenly broken up.

I didn't think it was strange at all, but I don't know why, but now I think it's a little strange.

There happened to be nothing going on these days, Xue Jiaying came back after a meeting in the company, grabbed me early in the morning and picked me up and asked me what I was going to wear tonight.

I told her many times that I wouldn't be there, and as if she hadn't heard what I said, she had several dresses for me and forced me to change them one by one.

At the beginning of the banquet at seven o'clock, she asked me to start my makeup at five o'clock.

The quarrel with Jiang Feiyi last week had already consumed all my courage, and I resisted all day without success, and in the end I simply ignored Xue Jiaying.

In fact, I don't want to resist anymore in my heart, these days I always wonder, whether I did something wrong, I don't know if I did something wrong, but I know that I seem to be too harsh on Jiang Feiyi.

Although I have always been reluctant to admit that he is my brother, all my behaviors, even those inexplicable dependence, are pointing at them one by one, and deep down I have never denied the existence of Jiang Feiyi as my brother to me.

My biggest emotions for the Jiang family were all vented on him, in fact, it was very unfair.

"Alright."

Xue Jiaying's voice pulled me back to reality, she put on my makeup with her own hands, but it was a makeup I had never tried before, and I didn't dare to speak.

The final decision of the skirt was a pink slim skirt with straight shoulders, and Xue Jiaying said that I have white skin and am suitable for wearing a pink skirt.

I haven't worn a pink skirt since junior high school, but I didn't expect to be twenty-six years old now, and I was forced to wear it by Xue Jiaying.

With the makeup she put on me, it's not very awkward, but it always looks like people are suspicious of pretending to be tender.

I've been in a cold war with Jiang Feiyi these days, and he went directly to the venue, as if it had really been calculated that I wouldn't attend at all.

In the end, Jiang Jingying asked Lin Zhaofeng to send us over, there were a lot of people at the venue, Jiang Feiyi has always been generous, the whole hotel was packaged, and the red carpet began to be rolled out from the location of a large parking lot at the door.

It's just that the weather is still very cold for more than three months, and I don't want to take off my coat at all.

Xue Jiaying and I are both people who are afraid of the cold, not as good as some people who just got off the car and took off their coats and walked inside wearing only skirts.

The two of us walked in wrapped in black coats, and only when we were completely inside did we take off our clothes and hand them to the waiter.

Jiang Feiyi was greeting people, Xue Jiaying pulled me over, he glanced at me and didn't say anything.

I stood in front of him, embarrassed and didn't know how to put my hands.

I know he's mad at me, probably not just angry, probably completely disappointed.

I still remember what he said to me when he was taken away by Xue Jiaying that day: "Fu Yao, if you weren't my sister, you don't know how many times you died."

At the time, I only felt creepy when I listened to it, but now that I think about it later, I just feel as if I was really naΓ―ve.

On the surface, Jiang Feiyi has saved me many times, those secretly, seriously, in fact, think about it, many times.

"Fu Yao."

I don't know who called me, I came back to my senses and withdrew my gaze from Jiang Feiyi, only to see that it was Han Qing.

He was wearing a suit, but I will always remember that year when he sat in a bar in his high school uniform.

Han Qing looked at me with a glass of red wine in his hand, and the smile on his face was not very good.

I laughed, but didn't know what to say.

"You and Xue Jiaying seem to have a very harmonious relationship?"

He looked at me cautiously, he was also there when Jiang Feiyi and Xue Jiaying got married that day, of course he knew that Xue Jiaying was Jiang Feiyi's wife.

I nodded, understanding what he meant, but I didn't want to say anything, anyway, everything, in a few dozen minutes, will come to light.

"Fu Yao."

It was Xue Jiaying who was calling me, and I glanced at Han Qing: "I'm over."

He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but in the end he didn't.

I breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly raised my leg and walked to Xue Jiaying: "Thank you."

She glanced at me, but her gaze was looking at me diagonally behind: "Han Qing is fine, Han Mo is in trouble."

Jiang Feiyi was busy dealing with the guests, and he didn't have time to care about us.

Xue Jiaying didn't have much time to worry about me, because she also had to greet some of the guests.

It was already good for her to open her mouth and rescue me from Han Qingzhong, but in the face of Han Mo who came over step by step, let alone her, even I had no choice.

"Fu Yao, I have a few questions for you."

Han Mo stood in front of me, this was the first time he had looked at me so seriously.

Xue Jiaying had already walked away, leaving me standing there with Han Mo, I looked up at him and sighed slightly: "What do you want to ask?"

"Over there."

He's still like that, always like to let people do what he wants.

There were less than twenty minutes to go, and I didn't want to quarrel with Han Mo, nor did I want to attract attention, so I finally raised my legs and followed him to the aisle outside.

The heating here is not as good as in the venue, and I am wearing my sleeveless skirt, and I still feel cold after standing still.

Han Mo looked at me and frowned, raised his hand to take off his clothes, and I hurriedly spoke: "No need, if you have anything to ask, just ask, the banquet is almost over."

I'm all at the scene, if the people are gone at the beginning, Jiang Feiyi probably really wants to kill me this time.

He looked at me, and the look on his face seemed to be holding back something: "What is the relationship between you and Jiang Feiyi?"

I was stunned for a moment, and after half a sound, I looked at him and sneered: "What does it matter, doesn't Han Shao know?" Shameless junior, you sent me to his bed with your own hands. ”

"Fu Yao!"

He opened his mouth to call me, his eyes as if he had hidden a flame. The look on his face was gloomy, but I couldn't help laughing, and looked up at him and his face gradually turned cold: "What do you think, Han Mo?" What do you think is the relationship between me and Jiang Feiyi? ”

He looked at me, but didn't speak.

I heard the sound of the microphone being tested inside, and glanced at him, "Sorry, the party has started, I have to go in." ”

He suddenly pulled me, didn't turn his head to look at me, I didn't look back, no one could see anyone's expression, only heard his voice, low and depressed: "You are the illegitimate daughter of the Jiang family, aren't you?"

I didn't speak, I raised my hand and pulled his hand away.

This time he didn't hold me hard, and my hand pulled his hand down easily.

The host's voice was already sounding in front of me, and I hurriedly raised my legs and ran in.

Jiang Feiyi was already backstage, I ran to his side, he glanced sideways at me, and didn't speak.

I don't know how long I stood there, and then I heard the host calling Jiang Feiyi's name, and he glanced at me before he came on stage.

I kept my head down and didn't dare to look at him until he was standing on the stage.

"It's an honor for everyone to be able to attend this small banquet of the Jiang family today......

His speech has always been short and direct, but it is only a matter of a minute or two, and I heard him talk about today's topic: "Before my father left, I always regretted an incident back then, Jiang had a younger sister, and for so many years, it has been exposed to the outside, and I did my best to finally get the third child of the Jiang family back this year." The main purpose of today is to introduce the third child of our Jiang family, that is, my sister Fu Yao, to everyone. ”

Jiang Feiyi spoke, and his eyes turned to look at me.

I stood under the stage, I didn't know why I was a little stunned, and finally Xue Jiaying behind me pushed me: "Fu Yao?"

I came back to my senses and hurriedly walked up with my legs raised.

The stage lights are bright, as are the camera lights of the media under the stage.

I stood on it, my palms oozing sweat somehow.

When Jiang Feiyi handed me the microphone, I didn't know what to say.

But I'm already on the stage, and I always have to say a word or two.

With a slight sigh, I took the microphone from Jiang Feiyi's hand and looked at the audience.

In fact, I don't know where to look, so I just find a random place to let my vision have a focal length.

"Hello everyone, I'm Fu Yao, yes-" It was a little difficult to speak, but he still had to bite the bullet and continue: "It's the third child of the Jiang family, I'm very happy, everyone can come today."

After saying that, I bent down and bowed slightly.

When I returned the microphone to Jiang Feiyi, I saw Han Mo standing where I had just come up, his eyes falling on me tightly.

I stiffened slightly, Jiang Feiyi suddenly patted me on the shoulder, I came back to my senses, and walked off the stage with him.

The current scene no longer needs me and Jiang Feiyi, and the host can handle all this.

I followed behind Jiang Feiyi, not wanting to meet Han Mo.

Jiang Feiyi would always let me hide behind him before, but today, probably because I really provoked him before, he glanced at Han Mo, called out "Han Shao" very lightly, and then threw down a sentence of "you talk" and led Xue Jiaying away.

I subconsciously looked at Xue Jiaying, wanting her to leave Jiang Feiyi to help me, but her turned head was directly pressed back by Jiang Feiyi's raised hand.

He didn't care about it, at least tonight, Jiang Feiyi really wanted to leave me to fend for myself.