The night has just fallen, and the main entrance of the Beijing Club has been filled with reporters from various media, and the guests have not yet begun to enter, but the flashing lights have not stopped.

Song Qingchun came over with Song Menghua, the car had just stopped at the end of the red carpet, the door had not yet opened, and the reporters who had already received the news rushed towards the car.

Song Qingchun lifted the hem of his skirt and bent over as soon as he got out of the car, surrounded by spotlights and clicks.

She maintained a down-and-down smile, supported Song Menghua, and stepped on the red carpet elegantly and calmly under all kinds of cameras, stepping into the brightly lit venue.

The entire Beijing Club was fully covered by Song's Enterprise, and the venue was run by Fang Rou, and it was arranged as luxurious and dazzling as a crystal palace.

In the 100-meter-wide venue, half of the wealthy families in Beijing have gathered.

Everyone came dressed up and gathered together, smiling and talking.

Entering the venue, Song Qingchun didn't stay with Song Menghua for a while, and the housekeeper arrived, accompanied Song Menghua, and went to meet his old friends.

Song Qingchun, who was empty, took a glass of water and slowly walked to the crowd of celebrities gathered at the banquet.

Song Qingchun stood and chatted with those well-dressed young girls before there was an uproar at the door, she and the other girls subconsciously turned their heads, and Su Zhinian, who was dressed in a black suit, stepped into the scene of the banquet surrounded by various media reporters.

A reporter chased him for an interview, but was stopped outside the scene, and he stretched out his arm and shouted at his back with a microphone.

Su Zhinian seemed to have long been accustomed to being noticed like this, and walked in with a cold and calm face, until he reached the water lamp in the middle of the hall of the venue, and then turned his head around to look around, as if he was looking for something.

It wasn't until his gaze, meeting Song Qingchun's gaze, that his search stopped, and he first nodded slightly at her, and then greeted the dignitaries and nobles who had already surrounded him and greeted him.

There was still half an hour before the anniversary began, and Song Qingchun and Su Zhinian had their own social circles to socialize, and the two of them never bumped into each other, nor did they have much conversation.

Among the several celebrities who are familiar with Song Qingchun, there are two babies who have just reached the full moon, everyone stands together, they are new mothers, they don't leave the baby in every word, and even the bag pees on the bag she bought for hundreds of thousands, this kind of thing can be said to be happy and satisfied.

Song Qingchun stood aside with a smile, always silent and did not answer, but her hand subconsciously quietly touched her lower abdomen.

In a dozen hours, she and her baby will be separated forever.

Song Qingchun lowered his eyes, covering the gloom under his eyes, and his mood fell to the extreme in an instant.

She barely steadied herself, stood and listened for a while, then quietly pulled away, found a corner seat, and sat down.

Song Qingchun sat alone for less than half a minute, and the mobile phone in her handbag vibrate, she took out her mobile phone and saw that it was a message from Su Zhinian.

She subconsciously turned her head and saw Su Zhinian surrounded by several men in leather shoes, he leaned against the bar in an elegant posture, facing the group of people talking, lowered his head, and was pressing his mobile phone.