Fang House.

This was originally a property purchased by Fang Yuzhong and Lan Yuange as newlyweds, and before the age of five, Lan Qingchuan grew up here. Now, the house has been renamed Fang Zhai.

Bedroom on the second floor.

Hearing the maid's report, Zhi Jingrou went to Fang Xue's room to visit her daughter.

In the pink room, Fang Xue was wearing pajamas, reluctant to change into the evening dress customized for her.

Seeing her mother coming, Fang Xue felt aggrieved, "I don't want to go, how can I go to Lan Qingchuan's banquet?" ”

Zhi Jingrou's face changed, her eyes swept sharply, and she motioned to Fang Xue to shut up.

After the maid in the room left, Zhi Jingrou closed the door and comforted: "After all, you haven't been raised by your side since you were a child, how can it be comparable to your status in your Uncle Fang's heart." Hurry up and change your clothes, don't upset him. ”

When Fang Xue heard this, she also calmed down, but she was still quite dissatisfied, "I have been here for twelve years, which banquet for me has been so grand as her?" Even the last birthday party, there was no such big money. ”

Zhi Jingrou's eyes darkened when she heard this, and she pulled up the pink and white dress next to the bed, with layers of lace, and the skirt was embedded with scattered fine pink diamonds, which showed that a dress was made by a big foreign designer.

Zhi Jingrou's face sank, and she just ordered: "Hurry up and change it, it's not good to be late." ”

Fang Xue had to change it. Fang Xue, who has just turned seventeen this year, is delicate and lovely under the training of Zhi Jingrou, and she has a soft posture of her mother. In particular, her eyes are as bright and moving as a girl of her age.

Zhi Jingrou stroked her straight black hair with satisfaction, looked at her and said, "That's what you look like, and you're also the protagonist of the dinner, where is there still the location of Lan Qingchuan?" ”

Fang Xue looked at herself in the mirror and felt very satisfied.

But when he arrived at the banquet hall and saw Lan Qingchuan who was crowded into the venue, that little bit of complacency disappeared.

Lan Qingchuan, like her mother Lan Yuange, is a veritable beauty.

This is everyone's evaluation of Lan Qingchuan at first sight.

She wore a houndstooth suit tonight, black and white neat and dark luxury, with a violet silk rose collar on the neckline, gray-black trousers outlining her tall and elegant figure, and silver high heels glittering in the lamplight.

Zhi Jingrou could tell at a glance that her dress was designed by a special designer for the British royal family.

Lan Qingchuan was talking to a respected patriarch of the group, her neck was slightly tilted, a strand of long hair hung down beside her white face, her hair was naturally slightly curly, gentle and graceful, loosely tied behind her head, and held by a hair buckle. The whole face is like a bright moon, and it is quiet and clear when looking at people. At a young age, he talks well, has a gentle and casual attitude, is neither humble nor arrogant, and makes people feel very satisfied.

This girl, with snowy skin and black hair, light black eyes, and cherry red lips, is a famous family in every move. Although it is still immature, in a few years, this innate beauty, even if it is just standing like that, is enough to take everyone's breath.

Looking at such a beautiful person, Fang Xue's heart suddenly felt sour, especially when she saw Madam Ling walking over with Ling Haofeng, her eyes were already filled with jealousy. She knew when she saw Lan Qingchuan for the first time when she was a child, how outstanding and enviable this girl was. She seems to deserve the best in this world, and in fact it is.