Chapter 286: The Dead Man, the Mole of the Clavicle

There are a thousand reasons why rich people have a party, and no one cares what the reason for today's party is held.

The state banquet hall is the favorite place for the bourgeoisie in City A, and today's signboard reads the Murong family's cocktail party.

After the Murong family made a fortune from City A, they have been living in seclusion in Los Angeles, and their business affairs have been stable in Los Angeles.

There have been many rumors about Murong Zheng over the years, some people say that he has been lying on the hospital bed for many years, some people say that he married a wife who is as beautiful as a flower, some people say that he is dead, anyway, City A can't see this person, so there are more rumors of all kinds.

Anyway, there is no price for talking nonsense, so the messages naturally increase.

Today's drinking party under the guise of the Murong family is also a big gimmick.

Therefore, the major enterprises in City A also gave enough face and arrived on time.

Today's Murong Xue deliberately dressed up, wearing a fairy-like fishtail dress, and when she stood in the middle of the cocktail party, how many rich sons were still looking at her.

"Yo, I can't imagine that the Murong family still has a daughter, it's really hidden in the boudoir!"

No, Murong Xue had just come out when she heard voices discussing her everywhere.

Murong Xue doesn't touch this circle, so the whole person is cold, but in this coldness, there is a little bit of expectation.

That's right, it's just looking forward to it, Murong Xue is waiting for her to appear as Prince Charming tonight.

Before her Prince Charming, everyone else couldn't get into her eyes.

Lan Muxian, as the organizer of the entire cocktail party, was naturally a little busy at this time, and it was naturally not easy for the Murong family to suddenly hold a cocktail party in City A and so many people could come, and she was also busy maintaining the relationship between various enterprises.

The vast majority of the people who came wanted to do business with the Murong family, and although everyone's business involved many places, there were always some that did not involve the land of Los Angeles.

The fastest way to open the Los Angeles market is to catch up with the Murong family.

Murong Xue sat in front of the delicate windowsill, looking forward to her Prince Charming, the weather in City A Murong Xue must be cold in such a way, but fortunately, it is indoors, and the temperature is okay.

After greeting a group of people, Lan Muxian searched around for Murong Xue's figure, and after fixing her gaze, she walked over to the window sill where Murong Xue was sitting.

Murong Xue glanced at Lan Muxian with little interest, and then asked her what she was doing here.

Lan Muxian smiled first, then took off the white square scarf around his neck and handed it to Murong Xue, "Bring it, it's a little cold by the windowsill." ”

Murong Xue's eyes were inexplicably stunned, her body stiffened slightly, and she refused after a long time: "No need." ”

She said lightly that she would no longer look at Lan Muxian, and then she felt Lan Muxian's fingertips lightly on her neck.

Then the white silk scarf made a beautiful knot, which was indeed warmer.

Lan Muxian's movements were very intimate and doting, and the relationship between them had never eased like now.

Murong Xue looked at Lan Muxian and was slightly stunned for a moment, so she missed Lu Yiyou, who entered the market.

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Shang Wu stood at the entrance of the reception and looked at the scene in front of him in surprise.

Her autumn eyes stared straight at the person in front of her, slowly, slowly, the person in front of her overlapped with the person in her memory, and the gentle face overlapped in the frame of memory.

Shang Wu felt her breathing start to rapid, her vision began to blur, and then dotted into a line.

Lu Yiyou noticed the strangeness of the person next to him early, he looked over with Shang Wu's eyes, and didn't find anything else except Murong Xue?

His low magnetic voice whispered comfortingly, "Shang Wu, I really don't have anything to do with Miss Murong ......"

Before he could finish his sentence, Shang Wu's hand was withdrawn from his wrist.

She ran like the wind to the windowsill where Murong Xue was.

Lu Yiyou looked at the empty place in the crook of his arm a little inexplicably, then glanced at Shang Wu's back in a daze, and rushed over.

He exclaimed softly, "Shang Wu!" ”

Murong Xue on the other side quickly raised her head after hearing the voice, her eyes were full of joy to see Lu Yiyou.

But it wasn't Lu Yiyou who came first, Shang Wu who did have an indescribable look on his face.

Shang Wu stood in front of Lan Muxian fixedly, she didn't have time to tidy up her messy hairstyle, she didn't have time to tidy up her skirt, she just looked at Lan Muxian in front of her, her whole eyes were full of emotion, surprise and joy, as if she wanted to tell her how much she missed in the past ten years.

Lu Yiyou followed, and when he found that Shang Wu's gaze stayed on Mrs. Murong's face, he also looked up, which was very familiar.

He thought about it in his mind for a moment, and it vaguely occurred that the person in front of him seemed to be the person Shang Wu painted in the studio!

Shang Wu's trembling hands slowly raised, tears welling up in her eyes, and she immediately spent her simple makeup.

The corners of her lips opened slightly, and her slender fingers slowly lifted the net, and just when she was about to touch Lan Muxian, she was gently dodged.

Lan Muxian took a step back slightly, "Miss, who are you looking for?" ”

The tone was plain and light, so light that it made Shang Wu's heart drip blood.

Shang Wu swallowed a breath, exhaled slowly, looked at the person in front of him in disbelief, and said at an extremely slow speed, "I, I'm looking for my mother." ”

After she finished speaking, she immediately burst into tears.

This kind of crying even frightened Lu Yiyou on the side, he gently took out Hermes's square scarf from the pocket of his suit, gently wiped the tears flowing from her eyes, and then grabbed Shang Wu, whose shoulders were trembling.

At this time, Murong Xue stood up from the windowsill curiously, and said in an unkind tone, "Yo, Miss Shang, I haven't robbed you of a man yet, so you robbed my mother with me?" ”

Murong Xue raised her eyebrows and then looked at Lu Yiyou on the side, her eyes were very ambiguous, but unfortunately Lu Yiyou did not respond.

Lan Muxian reacted at this time, her eyes moved away from Shang Wu's body, and landed on Lu Yiyou's body on the side, her tone immediately became enthusiastic from alienation, "Is this Mr. Lu?" It's not a loss to be the richest man in City A, the whole person is starry-eyed, no wonder my daughter fell in love with you at a glance among so many people, Xiaoxue, she always talks to me about you at home, and I don't want to listen to what she says. ”

Lu Yiyou's cold expression was a little sneering, I have to say that the person in front of him is indeed very similar to the person Shang Wu painted in the studio, but it can't be that person, because a long time ago, the wife of the Shang family committed suicide.

It may be that Shang Wu thought about it for a long time, and couldn't help but sigh when he saw similar faces.

"Mrs. Murong, thank you for your love, but I already have a girlfriend."

Lu Yiyou's indifferent refusal still couldn't stop Lan Muxian's enthusiasm, she smiled, "Young man, it's good to talk more about love, and it won't prevent you from getting married later." ”

Lu Yiyou's face became a little heavier, and then he said, "Mrs. Murong, I'm not young anymore, I'm already thirty-five, and Shang Wu is already the object of my marriage." ”

Faced with Lu Yiyou's direct words, Lan Muxian really couldn't answer for a while.

Her eyes fell straight on Shang Wu's body, and then she laughed awkwardly a few times.

At this time, Murong Xue's emotions were also enraged, and she glanced at Shang Wu angrily, as if she wanted to sprinkle all the anger she had just received from Lu Yiyou's words on Shang Wu's body.

She looked at Shang Wu with a high brow and asked, "What are you crying about?" What is there to cry about? Didn't I hear Lu Yiyou say that he would marry you? ”

Her words were full of provocation.

Shang Wu's whole person was still in a shocked mood, she couldn't care about what Murong Xue said, her eyes were completely inseparable from Lan Muxian now.

She spoke softly, with a forbearant cry in her tone, "Mom? ”

Shang Wu let out a low exhalation, but he didn't wait for any response, but instead got Murong Xue's rampage.

Murong Xue straightened up Lan Muxian's shoulder beside her, and shouted affectionately, "Mom, let's go, don't pay attention to this crazy woman." ”

After speaking, she also glanced at Lu Yiyou up and down, and her eyes seemed to say, look at what kind of girlfriend you are looking for, it's like a neurotic, and you still recognize your mother everywhere, shame!

Shang Wu watched Lan Muxian being affectionately called by Murong Xue to her mother, and then the two walked hand in hand to the reassuring of the reception center.

The wind blowing from the windowsill was a little cold, but Shang Wu felt that even the cold wind in the middle of the night was warm, because her heart was bitterly cold.

Lu Yiyou looked at her stunned, and didn't know what to do, so he could only open his mouth very unbearably to comfort, "Shang Wu, you miss it so much, that's why you recognize the wrong person, and I sometimes have this kind of ......"

His comfort seemed powerless in front of the emotionally turbulent Shang Wu, Shang Wu looked directly at Lan Muxian's back, "Even if I am blind and can't see, I can smell her unique smell, not to mention that I am not blind." ”

"But how can a dead man appear in front of you?" Lu Yiyou was also very unbearable, but he had to talk about it.

Shang Wu's eyes were full of surprise and sadness, "Yes, how could a dead person appear in front of me?" ”

Immediately, her questioning tone changed to muttering to herself, "But how could I admit my mistake?" My mom has a mole on her collarbone, how can it be so good, does this person who doesn't know me also have a mole on her collarbone? ”