Under the expectation of the masses, the grand charity party seems to be coming very quickly.

In December, the weather in the north was already deep in winter, and it had only snowed in the morning, and the ground was wrapped in a thick layer of white that could not be dissolved, and it was soft and soft when stepped on, like cotton.

Jiang Futing and Song Chengdu happened to take leave that afternoon, but no one in the class had associated them with each other.

The temperature outside was already several degrees below zero, and Lin Jin was wearing a long skirt with a simple waist, and the back slit exposed her sexy shoulder blades, looking dignified and charming.

The thin cuffs symbolically wrapped around a circle of fluff, and she was wrapped in a thick cashmere coat so that she wouldn't be so embarrassed by the cold.

The boy is much better, he can dress a little thicker, although he basically stays indoors, Lin Jin is still afraid that Jiang Futing will freeze, relying on his good figure, he insisted that he added a layer of warm cotton clothes to his shirt.

Luckily, with the shirt tucked into the waistband of his pants, nothing could be seen.

Jiang Futing is slender and straight, his suit sets off his waistline very well, and his already dazzling temperament is even more domineering at the moment.

The bangs on his forehead were lifted up by him and fixed with hairspray, and his dark eyes shone with the essence of a young man, and his smile and smile were like carved works of art.

Although Jiang Chao usually wears a suit, the clothes inside are obviously carefully selected, and he looks a lot more energetic, he glanced at his watch and urged Lin Jin, who was still looking for a bag: "It's half past four, it's time to go out." ”

"Got it!" Lin Jin, who ran upstairs in a hurry, shouted, and it didn't take long for him to step on his slippers and "click" downstairs, carrying a new blue retro jacquard canvas bag from Dior and running down.

Jiang Futing kept looking at his phone, glanced at Jiang Chao without a trace, and said lightly: "Four seventeen." ”

After hearing this, Lin Jin glared angrily at the person who reported the time in front of him: "Lao Jiang, you dare to lie to me!" I'll just say how it happened so fast! ”

Jiang Chao unnaturally didn't overdo it, "Today's weekday, it's easy to get stuck in traffic on the road. ”

Because of the heavy snow just in the morning, this will gradually start to enter the evening rush hour, and the ground on the road is a little slippery, and it is indeed a little blocked.

Jiang Chao drove more carefully because of the two people in the car, although their family was not as powerful as Song Cheng, but Jiang Chao occasionally had to go out to socialize, and the car was also a façade, so the Mercedes-Benz of the S6 series still attracted the attention of many people when it galloped all the way.

Jiang Futing noticed that the surrounding scenery had dropped at a speed visible to the naked eye as he stepped into a green path lined with camphor trees on both sides. There were hardly a few pedestrians along the way, and most of them were luxury cars.

The car went around a turntable-like fountain in the middle of which stood a stone sculpture of a naked woman, standing in a very artistic way.

An old wine jar is held on the shoulder, and the spring water is constantly pouring down from the sake jar, and then pouring like a waterfall from the stand where the woman is standing into the middle of the pool, which is quite pleasing to the eye.

Drive to the door of the hotel and stop, on

The three doormen in formal clothes opened the door for them personally, Jiang Futing looked at it, even if it was the waiter who opened the door for them, he didn't look like an ordinary person in his clothes.

He slowly got out of the car and took a breath of air easily, because it was not yet the time for the party to start, even if a reporter wanted to interview the state before the party, these people were basically stopped outside the hotel, and they were not allowed to enter until the specified time, so the whole venue was not as noisy as he imagined.

There were only two luxury cars lined up behind him, patiently waiting to get off.

Jiang Chao handed the key to the waiter and asked him to drive into the designated parking garage on his behalf, and after parking, a special staff member would deliver the car keys to the venue.

Jiang Futing raised his head and simply admired the architecture of the hotel, this place was also the first time he came, even the splendor was not enough to describe its grandeur, it was like a modern version of the art palace.

And this is also the only six-star hotel in the country!

The three of them walked into the revolving door together, and Jiang Chao showed a written invitation with gold edges, and was specially introduced into the infield by a welcome guest with exquisite makeup.

This is a very large conference room, which covers an area of at least 1,000 square meters at a glance, and the carpet is even made of wool, and the texture of red and brown is festive and not obtrusive, and you can feel very comfortable and soft even through your shoes when stepping on it.

Directly across from the entrance is a warm and tidy stage, on which several staff members are constantly turning on the microphone.

The outfield is basically lined with neat rows of seats covered with coral flannel.

The three of them walked nearly 20 meters through the outfield, and saw the fence hung with flannel, and the infield furnishings inside were completely different styles, and even the seats were turned into single sofas.

Jiang Chao showed the written invitation again to the security personnel guarding the fence, and the three of them walked in.

Each round table corresponds to a family, and a sign is placed on the table, with the name of the head of the family at the top and the names of several invited family members printed below, and the number of participants in each family will not exceed 5.

Under the guidance of the waiter, Jiang Futing quickly walked to the corresponding position, the seats arranged by the Jiang family were not good, and the second row of the stage was basically next to the middle position.

The people in the infield were only halfway there, and the people of several families were still greeting each other in a hurry.

Jiang Futing raised his eyes, although the position was not bad, but the effect lights on the stage were a little dazzling.

When I raised my eyes, I just saw Song Cheng, who was sitting in the first row and looked like a person who was rarely dressed, after all, he was the person in charge of the event, and he was probably the earliest.

Song Minghui was in a hurry to chat with other family members at this time, and Song Cheng sat there quietly, his clothes were much brighter, but he still couldn't change the hanger in his bones.

He crossed Erlang's legs as if no one was around, smoking a cigarette unscrupulously, skillfully swallowing clouds and spitting fog, and he didn't know what was in his mobile phone, and he showed a sarcastic smile from time to time.

When he was silently looking, Jiang Chao on the side opened the bottle table

poured him half a glass of red wine, "Go and say hello with me." ”

Jiang Futing silently took the cup, and followed Jiang Chao and the other families on the scene to walk around the entire infield.

He silently watched Jiang Chao show a completely different side from home, and he was able to tout with people.

Only when Jiang Chao suddenly said to someone: "This is my son Jiang Futing, Jiang Futing will symbolically interact with others and hook the corners of his lips."

He didn't need to deliberately show anything, just a subtle change was like a meteor that suddenly crossed in the long night, shining so bright that it could attract the attention of the audience.

After successively disguising and smirking, the muscles on Jiang Futing's face were a little stiff.

At some point, at a specific moment, he will subconsciously envy Song Cheng, who is sitting alone on the sofa and has no one to govern, and can do whatever he wants.

Unconsciously clenched his wine glass, he was thinking about how to completely avoid economics majors.

Jiang Futing followed Jiang Chao around the venue intermittently twice, and stopped again.

The middle-aged man and boy standing in front of him were obviously a little different from the people talking in front of them, they were polite and looked very elegant.

The middle-aged man's gestures show the details of his life and cultivation, and he is quite meticulous.

The facial features of the boy on the side are also extraordinarily delicate, the temperament flowing on his body is easy-going and approachable, and his face is always smiling with a spring breeze.

It looks like it comes from the heart, but no matter how Jiang Futing looks at it, there is an indescribable sense of disobedience, and there is always a weirdness that is separated from reality.

"Jiang Dong, long time no see!" In the face of more powerful people, Jiang Chao will take the initiative to open his mouth and clink glasses with him.

"It turned out to be Chairman Jiang!" Jiang Jianyong smiled politely, looked at Jiang Futing who was standing on the side, and couldn't help showing a little appreciation on his face: "This is your son!"

"It's the dog, Jiang Futing." Every time Jiang Chao introduced him, there was always a trace of uncontrollable pride on his face.

The moment the boy on the other side heard the name, he subconsciously focused his eyes on him, "I'll just say how you look so familiar." ”

Jiang Jianyong was a little surprised by his son's reaction: "Do you know?"

The boy smiled kindly: "We are from a high school, and he is very famous in school."

Jiang Futing wanted to continue the previous state and smile concisely, but someone opened his mouth to recognize you, so he had to open his mouth and say the first sentence after coming to the venue: "Uncle Jiang is good."

His eyes stayed on the boy, and the more he looked, the more he felt that he had seen it somewhere.

Jiang Jian never stopped praising him: "Chairman Jiang is really lucky, he has such a talented and beautiful son!"

"Whereever, your son looks extraordinary! I heard that I was already studying medical technology in my second year of high school! ”

Jiang Chao's praise was very pointed, Jiang Jianyong immediately showed a smug look, and then seemed to suddenly remember and forgot to introduce, and glanced at the boy: "After talking for so long, you don't even know how to say hello!"

The boy smiled embarrassedly: "Hello Uncle Jiang, my name is Jiang Li."

The moment Jiang Futing heard the name, he suddenly remembered where his familiarity with him came from, and it seemed that his name was in the Chu Yunshui Army that he had found before.

When it came time to confirm his identity, he checked with everyone in the school.

Jiang Futing quietly observed the person in front of him, Jiang Li still maintained an easy-going smile, how could he not combine such a literate person with online violence in his heart.

He stood aside absentmindedly, Jiang Chao would always inadvertently carry some praise while chatting with the other party, which made the other party very useful.

But the sound of the conversation intentionally or unintentionally gave him a general understanding of Jiang Jianyong's identity.

It is no wonder that Jiang Chao has a lot of respect in his tone when he talks to him, Jiang Jianyong is the current director of Huaxia International Hospital, and the second largest shareholder of the foundation, and the cooperative hospital designated by the charity fund behind the scenes is his hospital.

This chat lasted for a long time before it ended, and Jiang Futing even felt that the smirk on his face was a little numb.

There were more and more people in the venue, and all kinds of noisy voices were constantly heard not far behind.

Jiang Futing turned his head, and there were so many people standing in the outfield unconsciously.

And those cameras have been set up in a full row between the inner and outer fields, and many reporters have been let in by the hotel, standing at the junction and staring at it.

Only a few reporters from the Song family's internal cooperation entered the infield to shoot the live broadcast of the charity gala.

Just as he was about to withdraw his gaze, his gaze was drawn to a figure on the edge of the infield.

(End of chapter)