Nan Xin was worried: Everyone in Jincheng is speculating about her relationship with Shen Beichuan, and her classmates in the school are also pointing fingers at her, how will she live in school next?

There is also a child in the belly, after three months, seeing that the belly is about to grow slowly, when the time comes, Shen Beichuan asks her to take out the child, what should I do?

She also wanted to learn some kung fu to defend herself......

Because there are many things I want to do, but I don't know which one to do first, I get more and more depressed.

Just when Nanxin was hesitating, he received a call from Shen Beichuan: "Zhang Song will pick you up in the evening, dress up nicely!" ”

The man didn't give Nan Xin a chance to ask "why", and he stated things concisely and clearly, and hung up the phone.

Nan Xin pinched the phone he hung up, eager to scratch his face that was alluring to the city.

"Why should I listen to him!"

In the past three years, no matter what Shen Beichuan does, he never considers her feelings, and she has never been the only one who obeys orders!

She's not his servant, why!

At this moment, she wanted to smash the mobile phone in her hand, and shouted viciously at Shen Beichuan: The old lady doesn't want to listen to your blind beep!

But......

She also knew deep down that if she disobeyed him in the slightest, that person would always have all kinds of ways to make her submit.

Just when she was about to ignore the call and sign up, Zhang Song's voice came from behind her: "Madam, Mr. asked me to pick you up." ”

Nan Xin frowned: "It's not school time yet, what are you doing in such a hurry to pick me up?" I can't see, I can't run! ”

What the man said at the stairs at the safe exit, she still remembers, isn't it just that she wants to do that thing at night, and as for someone to take her home now!

Zhang Song heard the dissatisfaction in her voice, and was not in a hurry, and said slowly: "There is a banquet in the evening, and I need my wife to accompany my husband to attend." ”

Shen Beichuan asked her to accompany him to the dinner?

Make no mistake!

Is he crazy?!

The banquets he went to were either rich or expensive, and let her go over with a blind man to accompany her, because she wanted people to see his jokes? Or is it her joke?

As soon as she heard that she was going to attend a dinner party, Nanxin's calves and stomach trembled.

"Attending a dinner party?!"

"I'm not going!"

She refused faster than anyone else, and subconsciously took a few steps back, as if it was some kind of tiger and wolf land.

Seeing her rejection, Zhang Song's face sank, and his attitude was strong: "Madam, the dinner is a private banquet, not open to the public, there is no media, only a friend of Mr., the other party brought a female companion, who is his wife." ”

The implication is that there are not many people, and she is a friend of Shen Beichuan, so she can participate with confidence.

Nan Xin stood in place, pondered for a while, and finally gritted his teeth and agreed: "Okay, but ...... If I embarrass Shen Beichuan, he can't dislike it! ”

Zhang Song shook his head and helped her into the car, while he closed the car door for Nanxin and sat in the passenger seat.

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Nan Xin has never participated in any banquets, even if it is the Shen family's family banquet, she is also ordered to "not be allowed to come out and be embarrassed".

Mrs. Shen hated her for appearing in front of her relatives and friends.

Therefore, even during the Chinese New Year, Nan Xin has never been to the Shen family's old house, and her scope of activities is nothing other than Shen Yuan, which is the school.

When I heard that I was going to accompany Shen Beichuan to the dinner, my heart was beating a drum.

Isn't it embarrassing for her?

Zhang Song sent Nanxin to the stylist and asked the stylist to dress her.

He waited outside to report Nanxin's whereabouts to Shen Beichuan.

"Sir, Madame is already at the stylist."

The man who was staring at the data on the computer screen pinched the phone with one hand: "She didn't refuse? ”