Thousands of stacks of Xiuluo skirts, Dongchi banquet, the first meeting.

When the extended Lincoln docked in front of the city's most luxurious hotel, Schumann was still in a dream, and although she was dressed brightly and gracefully today, she was still not fully prepared.

Schumann knew that he was not the protagonist today, and he should have enough self-knowledge, but he didn't know why she was a little flustered, but Xia Meng beside him was surprisingly calm, and even had some disdain.

Xia Meng didn't value these things outside her body to the point that she couldn't ask for them but also had to force them, what kind of mansion incense car brocade clothes and jade food were not attractive enough for Xia Meng, although the car was parked in front of the hotel, for her it was the same as riding a bicycle to the front of her flower shop, anyway, she went to a place and did something that had to be done.

"Aunt Xia, it's here!" Xia Meng realized that the car door had been opened, and the young man Song Zhangming stood respectfully in front of the car door to greet him to get out of the car.

Xia Meng and Schumann got out of the car one after another, when Schumann looked at the luxurious hotel in front of him, the hotel's welcome lady and security guard were like seeing their ancestors, and they were busy as if they were hugging, and when they welcomed the two sisters into the hotel lobby, Schumann said with emotion: "This place ...... True...... That's interesting......

Schumann is running out of words, she doesn't know how to evaluate this place, it's too vulgar to say it's luxurious, it's too considerate to say it's too unseen in the world, she can only say a really interesting sentence to cover up the petty bourgeois sentiment that has nowhere to put in her heart.

"What's the point? Just have a meal! Xia Meng's voice was a little cold, obviously not feeling much about such a place.

Song Zhangming, as the eldest son of the Song family and the eldest son of Song Huaishu, should be regarded as the protagonist today, but in front of Xia Meng and Schumann, he was like a waiter, from getting off the bus to entering the hotel, he was very busy, leading Xia Meng into the hotel, which way to go, how to get to the elevator, and even the head of the arrangement on several floors.

Such a thoughtful and caring young man had long satisfied Schumann beside Xia Meng, but Xia Meng didn't care.

After all, more than an hour has passed, and Song Huaishu, who is about to marry Xia Meng, has only heard of his name until now, and has never seen him, and there is no road at all. Song Zhangming kept saying that his father was waiting for Xia Meng in the room, as if he was afraid that Xia Meng would be anxious.

When they walked through the long corridor and came to the private room at the end of the corridor, the pungent and spicy smell of smoke made Xia Meng and Schumann subconsciously close their eyes, but they felt as if there were five or six people sitting at the round table in the room, smoking cigarettes and chatting.

"Dad, Aunt Xia is here, and there are ...... Aunt Xia's friend ......" Song Zhangming entered the room and said respectfully to the man sitting in the right seat in the room.

Song Huaishu, who was sitting in the right seat, was still chatting with the middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes next to him, and he didn't care about Song Zhangming, but just waved his hand and motioned for Song Zhangming to take the two ladies to the next room to wait for a while.

Song Zhangming understood what Song Huaishu meant, turned his head with a smile on his face, and said to Xia Meng: "Aunt Xia, please come here!" As he spoke, he opened the door of the private room and led Xia Meng and Schumann to the private room next door.

Not to mention Xia Meng, even Schumann felt a little unbelievable about such a situation.

Schumann himself didn't care much, you must know that his good sister Xia Meng next to him is the protagonist of today's wine party, this just entered the house, and before he could say hello, he was driven to the next room, which is simply incredible.

When I pushed open the door of the next room, there were more than a dozen people in the room, ranging in age from thirty to forty, all dressed brightly dressed and wearing heavy makeup, and their iconic appearance was almost written on their faces, making people see at a glance that they were noble women.

"Aunt Xia, Dad is still talking about things inside, you can chat with a few aunts here for a while, and Dad will come to see you when he is done! Excuse me! Song Zhangming had a smile on his face, and before Xia Meng could reply, he closed the door.

When Xia Meng and Schumann sat in the empty seats in front of the table next to each other, watching these noble ladies in the room communicate, although they also spoke Chinese, they were mixed with all kinds of Beijing dialect, Shandong dialect, Shanghai dialect, Chongqing dialect, all kinds of words that made Xia Meng and Schumann difficult to understand, together, it was simply a mess of stew, full of embarrassment, and full of incompatibility.

It didn't matter if these two people were incompatible, all the ladies in the whole room had not looked at these two people with their eyes, as if they had not noticed the two people who had come in, and they were still chatting enthusiastically.

"This is Miss Xia! Ouch, you're so handsome! Better looking than Lao Song's ex-wife! No wonder you want to get along with Miss Xia! ”

Finally, someone noticed Xia Meng, but the accent of what he said couldn't tell the east, south, west, and northwest, and the words he said were simply not good.

When one of those noble ladies said this, he was mixed with a drop or two of saliva and shot indiscriminately: "Mrs. Zhou is really good at laughing, who doesn't know that Mrs. Zhou is the best-looking!" Boss Zhou has spoiled you so far, don't want it! ”

Schumann looked at Xia Meng who was beside him if he had no one to do with him, all his words were impeccable to her, Schumann's Taoism was not as deep as Xia Meng, and he really couldn't stand the atmosphere in this room, she got up and took the opportunity to go to the toilet and walked out of the house.

Schumann stayed in the bathroom for a long time, when he looked at himself in the mirror, he didn't dare to say that he was outstanding, but he was also amorous, as a beauty, he actually accompanied his sisters and this bunch of nouveau riche without any quality in the same room, and he had to be judged by these people, which almost made Schumann collapse!

Schumann is fortunate to understand Xia Meng, she knows that Xia Meng is a thoughtful and thoughtful person, even if he is greatly wronged, he will not say a word. Such a gathering must have made Xia Meng feel a little unbearable.

When Schumann cleaned up his mood and walked out of the bathroom, there was a tall and thin man standing in front of him, who looked handsome in a suit and leather shoes, which attracted Schumann's sideways glance.

It's just a one-sided relationship, as if he has seen it many times, this handsome man looks so good-looking, he looks at his watch from time to time with his head down, as if there is something anxious.

Schumann, who had already washed his hands, deliberately washed it again in front of the sink outside the bathroom, just to be able to look at this man again in the mirror in front of him, Schumann asked himself if he was not a woman, but out of curiosity, he also wanted to know what the origin of this man was, and why he was waiting so anxiously in front of the bathroom door.

When the man raised his head and inadvertently glanced at Schumann, the two looked at each other, which made Schumann a little panicked, his face turned red, and he lowered his head and didn't care about picking up tissue paper to wipe his wet hands, and quickly fled from the door of the bathroom.

Schumann felt that the man behind him was laughing at him, he was a beauty himself, but he seemed a little unreserved.

When Schumann returned to the room, Xia Meng was the only one left in the room.

"Huh?" Schumann looked at the house as it was a mess and empty, "What about the nouveau riche?" ”

Xia Meng lowered his head and looked at his mobile phone and swiped the circle of friends, with an attitude that he didn't care about himself: "I don't know." ”

Schumann sat down, feeling a little relieved in his heart: "I don't know? These people will have to be your girlfriends and card partners in the future, how can you not have a good relationship with them? ”

"Huh!" Xia Meng laughed coldly and did not answer.

At this time, the door opened, Song Zhangming walked in, and the cautious and polite look made the two women in the room feel that this young man had no soul at all, and he was like the old Song's doglegs, a little bit of sporadic goodwill, which was worn out alive in this dinner without dinner.

"Aunt Xia! Daddy wants you to go to the room over there, and I have something important to tell you! ”

Xia Meng put away his mobile phone, stood up suddenly, and didn't wait for Schumann in a tight skirt to stand up and sit down, so he walked out of the door with a whoosh.

Schumann followed Xia Meng, and when he entered Song Huaishu's room, Xia Meng sat in the closest seat to the door as if he was a guest, and Schumann sat next to Xia Meng.

For Schumann, the unmarried couple has to sit next to each other as if they were in love, and the two people in front of them sat directly opposite each other around the big round table as if they were doing business negotiations, without communication, without smiling, not even a trace of affection.

Song Huaishu didn't care about this, and when he saw Xia Meng, he sorted out the stack of A4 papers in front of him, put them on the turntable, and reached out to transfer the documents on the turntable to Xia Meng.

Xia Meng took the stack of documents, Schumann stretched out his head to look at it, it was densely filled with words, looking at a thick stack, he felt that it was as thick as fifty or sixty pages, and the title page read "Wedding Process" four big words.

"Xia Meng, I usually don't have so much time, so I arranged for the wedding company to sort out the process of this wedding, you take it back and see, if there is anything inappropriate, you modify it first, and then show it to me, and then I will arrange the wedding company to modify it!" Song Huaishu said word by word with a serious expression on his face, lest Xia Meng not be able to hear clearly.

Xia Meng flipped through two or three pages, didn't read a word, and put the document on the table.

Song Huaishu looked at Song Zhangming beside him and said, "You guys know each other, and I won't introduce you much!" It's not early, I have to meet a few leaders in the afternoon, let's serve the food first! ”

"No need!" Xia Meng stood up, her cold expression seemed to explode, her hand pressed on the thick document, and looked at the shrewd businessman opposite, as if she was going to pick up the stack of documents and throw it in his face.

But Xia Meng didn't, she lowered her head, exhaled heavily, and saw the four very dazzling four ink characters on the table, "Wedding Process", raised her head, smiled, and smiled so bitterly.

Xia Meng said: "There are so many documents, I want to go back and read them slowly, so I won't eat them!" ”

Schumann knew that Xia Meng would not break out in such a place, Xia Meng was not the kind of impulsive and reckless character, she was weak, simple, indecisive, and worried about her life all her life.

But Schumann didn't expect that Song Huaishu didn't see whether Xia Meng was happy or unhappy, he stood up, nodded and said, "Since that's the case, I'll let Xiao Ming send you back!" I'll also go back and get ready, and I'll meet a few leaders later! ”

Song Huaishu disappeared in front of Xia Meng and Schumann like a gust of wind, leaving only his precious son, like a welcome lady, entertaining and accompanying Xia Meng and Schumann out of the room.

Schumann was full of questions and dissatisfaction, this is not a marriage, it is not even a business, how can there be such an emotionless marriage, sit down and don't cover the heat on her buttocks, she didn't say a word, and left, how can she bear her good sister to enter such a family?