"Hello, is the young master you are talking about Xiao Congsu?"

As they were talking, they walked a few steps, and a beautiful woman stopped them.

Someone recognized her, a little excited: "Wen Yue."

The woman curled her eyes and smiled, "Well, I am."

"Yes, yes, we're talking about Young Master Xiao Young Master Xiao, he's—"

The person next to him poked him with his elbow and muttered, "The nobles don't like us to expose them at will, so don't talk about it."

This sentence reminded him, busy with his mouth, and there was still an adoring smile on his face: "May I ask you are his?"

"I'm old with Su." She brushed the broken hair around her ears, and the corners of her mouth pulled up, so that people couldn't find a flaw, "Not only that, the Xie family's Xie Yi should also be there, these two like to stick together the most."

A few people were almost convinced.

The agent came over, "Wen Yue, the car has arrived, the director is waiting for us, let's go."

"Wait." She took out a card from her bag, put it on the cart, and smiled slightly, "Choose a good bottle of wine and give it to my friends and them, this card is swiped."

The clerk who regarded her as a goddess blushed and said that he would complete the task.

On the way to the car, the agent looked at her with his arms crossed his arms and looked funny: Wen Yue, you know the people in Tianzihao.

She put on her lipstick, and the mirror in her hand showed a woman's beautiful face, "I know."

It's just that I know them, they don't know me.

When the agent heard her say this, he guessed that his identity as an artist was not simple, and he estimated whose little princess came out to experience life, thinking about countermeasures, of course, his attitude towards Wen Yue has also changed.

After getting in the car, she first said sorry, "I met a few friends just now, so I chatted a little longer."

The more friends you have, the better.

Wen Yue sat down and said yes.

The agent appeared, "Hey, just now the guest of Tianzi No. 000, just now Wen Yue only found out that it was her friend, and went to greet them, which delayed the time."

"Oh? I'm kind of curious about who it is." After all, not everyone can get into that private room.

Wen Yue lowered her eyebrows, put her hand on the armrest of the seat, and smiled without interrupting her.

"Just the son of the Xiao family, as well as the little Xie of the Xie family, Director Rong is estimated to be inside, and they all happen to be known by Wen Yue of our family."

Openly and secretly, they are saying that Wen Yue's background is not simple, and her friends around her are all big shots.

Some people believe it, some people don't, he touched his chin: "Then why didn't Director Rong ask you to perform in the new play last year?"

The atmosphere was a little awkward, and the agent also looked at Wen Yue questioningly.

She bowed her head apologetically and embarrassedly: I was abroad at the time, so I could only miss it, but next time she said she would invite me again.

I see.

In the private room.

Xiao Congsu took the Romanée Conti wine and asked the two behind him, "Who of you ordered this wine?"

Xie Yan shook his head, and so did Rong Qi.

That's strange, they don't like to drink this wine.

A clerk pushed the door in with a smile, "Young Master Xiao, this is from your friend Miss Wen."

Miss Wen?

Rong Qi slowly squinted his eyes, pinched the chopsticks with his two fingers, and knocked them on the table.

Xiao Congsu couldn't remember which acquaintance's surname Wen was for a while, and asked him, "Which Miss Wen?"

When he mentioned his goddess, his eyes were full of peach, "Wen Yue, the new little flower Wen Yue, my goddess."