Madame Chiang said, "You have seen a few rich people, and you can tell at a glance that she is a rich man."

The displeasure that came towards Lu Qianning instantly made Wu Yuhuan cut off his beard.

Wu Yuhuan turned his head and glanced at Mrs. Jiang, "Mom, what do you mean by that?"

"I'm not aiming at you." Mrs. Jiang was pierced by her unintentional two words, but she couldn't say anything about the relationship between Lu Qianning and Jiang Chishu on this occasion.

Otherwise, maybe Wu Yuhuan did something impulsive here and lost the Jiang family.

But she still advised, "Don't get too close to that Lu Qianning, I have something to tell you when I go home."

With that, she turned around and disappeared into the crowd of noble ladies.

Wu Yuhuan frowned, sensing Madam Jiang's dislike of Lu Qianning, and shrugged his shoulders disapprovingly.

Lu Qianning's high heels were a little out of place, and his heels were a little red after walking a few steps.

The walking posture was not quite right, Zhou Beijing noticed it and avoided the greetings and took her to sit down in the corner.

Squatting down, the big bony hands took off the shoes on her feet, and the fingertips gently rubbed the redness.

"So many people are watching, don't make a fuss." Lu Qianning retracted his foot, but he didn't have as much strength as him, and watched him put his foot on his knee and take a band-aid in his pocket.

There were constantly people looking sideways, and the sound of whispering came.

The roots of her ears were hot, and her lips opened slightly, "Ran and didn't come, what are you doing with a band-aid?"

After running and running, I fell from time to time when I went out.

Once, a layer of blood oozed outside, and when he didn't treat it in time, he went home and his pants stuck to a small wound.

It was water and iodine to disinfect, and it took a toss to clean the wound, and the tears of running and crying were hazy.

After that, Zhou Beijing will put a few band-aids in his pocket and add disposable iodophor cotton swabs.

He familiarly wiped the wound with a cotton swab, put the band-aid on it, and said without raising his head, "I'm used to it, what are you doing with ill-fitting shoes?"

"I wore it fine last time, but I don't know why it suddenly became like this." Lu Qianning took his feet off and put on his shoes, and pulled his wrist to let him sit down beside him.

Zhou Beijing threw the band-aid garbage in his hand in the ashtray, and said, "Wang Yuan's biggest partner is at the banquet, I'll go say hello."

Although it was Lu Qianning who represented Wang Yuan, she didn't interfere in things at work, and Zhou Beijing did it for her.

She let go of his wrist, "Then you go, I'll wait for you here."

She leaned back in her chair with her legs folded, her long black hair scattered, making her palm-sized face look smaller and smaller.

Zhou Beijing confessed uneasily, "Zhang Wenbo is over there, I have something to look for him."

Turning his head in the direction he was pointing, Lu Qianning saw Zhang Wenbo, who always kept a safe distance, and Zhang Wenbo smiled at her.

The smile is a little flattering, after all, he just made Zhou Beijing unhappy, but he had to coax Lu Qianning to be happy.

Lu Qianning beckoned to Zhang Wenbo and asked him to go back to the car to get the birthday gift prepared by Mrs. Wang.

In less than five minutes, Zhang Wenbo brought over a delicate small box, and when he handed it to Lu Qianning, he complained, "What did the old lady buy, it's so heavy."

"I don't know, grandma said it's expensive." Lu Qianning took the small box, his wrists were stretched, and he was shocked, "It's really heavy, such a small thing is so heavy—"

Isn't this a piece of iron?

Zhang Wenbo scratched his head, "I've never seen anything valuable, it's so heavy for such a small piece, and the gold isn't so heavy."

The two were surprised by the weight of the birthday gift and muttered quietly.

When Mrs. Jiang, who was passing by with a group of noble ladies, heard this, she paused, and glanced back at the small box that Lu Qianning had placed on the adjacent seat.

After a moment, she withdrew her gaze and interrupted the person beside her with a smile, "I'm sorry, I'm a little sick to my stomach, you guys go first."

"Okay." A group of noble ladies nodded one after another, and she turned away from the crowd and gave a suit

The attendant winked.

A tall and slender waitress walked over quickly, bent down to listen to a few words in her ear, glanced at Lu Qianning, and nodded, "Okay."

Lu Qianning originally planned to bring the birthday gift over and go to Zhou Beijing, and when he was done, he would give it to Old Man Wei.

But this thing is so heavy, it is really inappropriate for her to carry the yard full of Zhou Beijing, so she can only wait patiently in place.

The glass room reflected the overlapping figures, and for a while she couldn't find where Zhou Beijing was.

The noisy environment was so loud that even his voice was drowned out and he had no clue.

After about ten minutes, suddenly the crowd was restless, and there was a bang at the end of the glass room, followed by a cry of pain as a piece of glass shattered.

Everyone first subconsciously avoided it, and when they saw that someone was injured by the glass, they swarmed up again.

"Mr. Chow......

"It's Mr. Zhou!"

Several similar accents rang out in unison, and Lu Qianning couldn't hear clearly whether they were talking about Zou or Zhou.

But she quickly got up and strode towards the place where the accident occurred, only to be hit by the crowd and stumble and almost fall to the ground.

There was a crowd around her, and if she really fell, it was estimated that she would affect other people, and maybe it would cause a 'stampede!'

Suddenly, a strong forearm grabbed her waist and pulled her through the crowd.

She threw herself into the other party's arms, the familiar smell spread between her noses, and she raised her head and crashed into Zhou Beijing's eyes that were well versed in the invisible.

"That's not you?" She breathed a sigh of relief, and the fingertips of her fingers clutching his shirt turned white.

Zhou Beijing pinched her waist angrily, "Didn't you say that you would sit there and wait for me?"

Lu Qianning pursed his lower lip, and his eyes were stained with a little grievance.

Didn't she think it was him who had the accident?

"If something happens to me, what's the use of you rushing over?" Zhou Beijing took her back, returned to her original position and sat down, "According to the trend just now, you have to be injured too."

"Then am I wrong?" She fought with him as she turned her head to look at the injured side.

It was a man in his mid-fifties, with two scratches and only two drops of blood.

After all, it was a good day, and Mr. Zou didn't even go to the hospital, and apologized again and again for breaking the glass.

The birthday banquet returned to normal, and Lu Qianning seemed to remember something, and turned his head to carry the birthday gift on the next seat, "Let's go and give the gift first."

"Okay." Zhou Beijing took the small box in her hand.

Lu Qianning felt weird, although Zhou Beijing took over the moment she picked up the small box, but the weight at that moment did not come as promised.

Even, Zhou Beijing only carried it with two fingers.

"Isn't it heavy?" She asked.

Zhou Beijing put one hand in his pocket and shook his head, "It's not heavy."

While talking, the two came to Old Man Wei.

When they arrived, Mrs. Jiang and a group of people were entertaining Wei Jiajia, the only daughter of Old Man Wei, to give Old Man Wei a birthday gift.

"It's the Wang family, right?" Wei Jiajia and Wang Yurou were the same age, and they had known each other before, so after looking at Lu Qianning, they nodded and said, "She looks really like your mother."