"Murong Qingli, who is attending this charity gala?" Leng Yue'er stuffed pastries into her mouth.

"A lot." Murong Qingli handed a piece of egg yolk to Leng Yue'er.

Leng Yue'er rolled her eyes when she heard this answer. It's the same as not saying.

"Here we are."

"Who?" Leng Yue'er followed Murong Qingli's gaze and was stunned.

"Isn't this the male protagonist? Wow, I'm more handsome than TV. Leng Yue'er became a nymphomaniac in a second.

"Would you like to say hello?" Murong Qingli said with a smile.

"Of course." Leng Yue'er hurriedly stood up and straightened the folds on her clothes. He took out the mirror again and looked at it. Take a deep breath and walk towards the male god in your heart.

"Hello, my name is Leng Yue'er, and I'm your fan." Leng Yue'er felt that she had never been so cheeky since she was a child. Hey, no way, it's too handsome.

"Hello." Natsume looked at the shy girl in front of her. Stretched out his hand.

Leng Yue'er was stunned.

Natsume nodded in motion, and Leng Yue'er reacted, hurriedly clasped her hand, and quickly let go.

Leng Yue'er smiled stupidly at Natsume and hurriedly walked away.

Murong Qingli saw Leng Yue'er's shyness on her face, and narrowed her eyes to look at Natsume, this person should not be underestimated. Others don't know, but he knows that in Natsume's eyes, Leng Yue'er should be that kind of, her hair is very messy, her face is full of freckles and these buck teeth, especially Leng Yue'er's red face is as ugly as a blood blockage, which makes people can't bear to look at it directly, but this Natsume can laugh with him all the time, is it because he is not ruthless enough?

"Hey, even if you're handsome, you're still so polite." As soon as Leng Yue'er came back, she began to be a nymphomaniac again, and she didn't know what kind of ugliness she was in Natsume's eyes just now.

"Don't be a nymphomaniac, let's go, the banquet begins." Murong Qingli ignored Leng Yue'er's dripping saliva, pulled her up and left.

"Miss Leng, can I sit here?" As soon as Leng Yue'er sat down, Natsume walked over.

"Yes." Leng Yue'er looked at the vacant seat beside her and was very happy.

"No, you can't." Murong Qingli stared at Natsume.

"What are you asking, it's not your family, people can sit wherever they want." Without waiting for Natsume to speak, Leng Yue'er began to fight, what kind of smoke did this guy make.

"Sit down, it's okay."

"Okay, thank you."

"You're welcome."

Murong Qingli looked at Leng Yue'er's flattering face, she had a toothache, this girl actually treated me like this for beauty, did she open her eyes, I am much more handsome than him, not to mention that he is still a small human being, I am a great god.

"Miss Leng is the first time to attend this kind of dinner, right?" Natsume looked at Leng Yue'er's excitement and guessed that she might be here for the first time.

"Hmm."

"What a coincidence, and so do I."

"What a coincidence."

"Hmm. Thinking of taking this opportunity to help those poor people. ”

"Uh-huh." Leng Yue'er hurriedly complied. It's so loving.

"People are not pitiful, your kind of charity will trample on the self-esteem of others." Murong Qingli looked at the two of them who were talking very happily, and interjected coldly.

Leng Yue'er looked at Murong Qingli with white eyes, this guy forgot to take medicine when he went out.

"Mu Shao is right, thanks to Mu Shao's reminder this time, otherwise I would have really hurt their self-esteem." Natsume nodded like Murong Qingli and thanked him.

Leng Yue'er looked at Natsume like this, and her eyes were even more starry. Murong Qingli didn't laugh angrily, he was really a master.

"No need to thank him, he forgot to take his medicine today."

"Miss Leng really likes to joke."

"Whatever there is." Leng Yue'er looked at Natsume's sunny smile, and the assassin felt that he was in the sunlight, so warm.

Don't shoot to death. Murong Qingli interrupted Leng Yue'er's fantasy so vividly.

It's worth it. From beginning to end, Leng Yue'er never left Natsume's eyes.

Can you stop in moderation?

No, who knows if I won't see it in the future, this time it's hard to see, don't look at it twice, thanks to it.

I'm ashamed of you.

It's not yours who loses.

Why not, don't forget, you're my girlfriend at the moment.

That's what you said, not what I said, you're looking for your own guilt.

I don't want to see your parents yet.

You're threatening me.

Well.

All right. Leng Yue'er obediently moved her head away from Natsume and looked in front of her, how could the lives of some poor families be placed on the big screen in front of her at this moment. Leng Yue'er is really not interested in these, it's not that she doesn't have love, but she is also a poor person, maybe she will be on the big screen many years later. Leng Yue'er looked east and west, and found that some people may have been moved to wipe their tears, of course, it may also be fake, because there are cameras everywhere. Leng Yue'er couldn't help sneering, she dared to guarantee that more than half of the people here were here for fame and fortune.

After the film is over, there is a donation activity, and Leng Yue'er feels that this link does not seem to have much to do with herself, because she is also very poor. Leng Yue'er looked at herself, she didn't even take a bag, where did she get the money. Watching everyone write down the amount of money they want to donate in turn, when Leng Yue'er was a child, Leng Yue'er was dumbfounded, she was already a dead person here, Leng Yue'er looked at Murong Qingli stupidly.

"I'll donate this young lady." Before Murong Qingli could speak, Natsume picked up the pen.

"It's more appropriate for my fiancée to do it with me." Murong Qingli snatched Natsume's pen away. Laughed.

"Okay." Natsume smiled slightly and did it.

"Sir, are you sure the donor's name is like this?" The master of ceremonies looked at the name written by Natsume, and then looked at Leng Yue'er. Murong Qingli's face was very gloomy at the moment.

"Well, Mu Shao is representing his fiancé, and I am representing a friend." Natsume looked at Leng Yue'er and smiled.

Leng Yue'er was no longer confused at the moment, thinking about what had happened, but she couldn't figure out why Natsume did this, friend, don't be kidding.

After the banquet, Leng Yue'er didn't figure out why Natsume did that. Seeing from a distance that Natsume was leaving, Leng Yue'er hurriedly chased after her.

"That, wait."

Natsume turned around and saw Leng Yue'er panting and running in front of him.

"Is there something wrong?"

"I just can't figure out what you're asking?"

"If you can't figure it out, don't think about it."

"Ahh Leng Yue'er was stupid, Natsume smiled at Leng Yue'er and left, leaving a back for Leng Yue'er.

"What's wrong?" Murong Qingli, who saw everything in his eyes, walked over.

"Murong Qingli, you can return the money that Natsume donated for me."

"Well, got it. Let's go back. "Actually, if she doesn't say it, he'll do the same.

"You said I didn't know him, and I didn't know him well, why should I ask him to donate money for me" Murong Qingli pulled Leng Yue'er out on the way, Leng Yue'er began to complain.

"Hey, I can't figure it out, I can't figure it out." Leng Yue'er patted her head.

Murong Qingli didn't say anything, but her face was full of smiles.