Ye Ruyun turned her head suddenly, and suddenly felt ridiculous: "Ye Zhiyu, are you crazy?" She is the Xie family, and we and the Xie family have always been incompatible! ”

Ye Zhiyu's face was not different, he walked in front of them and stopped, his eyes fell on the exquisitely dressed figure outside the house, "I only know that she is Ye Yuyao's friend, Ye Yuyao also greeted me and asked me to help let me go." ”

After a pause, he handed a silver mask to Xie Yuhan and signaled, "Come in." Ye Yuyao's second bedroom on the left-hand side of the second floor. ”

Xie Yuhan's expression slowed slightly, took the mask casually, looked at Ye Ruyun, whose face changed suddenly, and raised his eyebrows proudly: "Ye Ruyun, did you hear that?" Who's going to have a banquet? It's not uncommon for me to have a small banquet like yours, and if it weren't for your sister's face, I wouldn't be uncommon! ”

Dropping this sentence, she passed directly between the two sisters and brothers, and at the same time deliberately bumped into Ye Ruyun.

Ye Ruyun was caught off guard, almost didn't stand firm, and suddenly gritted her teeth in anger, and glared at Ye Zhiyu fiercely: "When did Ye Yuyao get along with Xie Yuhan?" ”

"I don't know."

Ye Zhiyu replied lightly, turned his head and saw a tall figure in the crowd in the hall, his eyes condensed slightly: "Today's banquet, shouldn't you still invite Mu Zihao?" ”

Although the man was wearing a mask, he was familiar enough with this man who deceived Ye Yuyao's feelings that he could completely distinguish it from his back.

When Ye Ruyun heard this, she hurriedly followed his line of sight, and her face suddenly rekindled with joy, and she quickly moved away.

Ye Zhiyu suddenly confirmed the guess in his heart, and was about to follow, when a young male voice outside the house stopped him: "Hey, where are you going?" Don't check the invitation? ”

Ye Zhiyu looked at it when he heard it, and pulled down three black lines on his forehead: "Why are you?!" ”

……

On the other side, Xie Yuhan successfully knocked on a bedroom door.

In the room, Ye Yuyao smiled at her visitor friendly: "Miss Ye, I'm really bothering you." ”

Seeing her, Xie Yuhan's eyes flashed with a hint of amazement.

Then, she closed the door, stepped forward and handed her the shopping bag in her hand, and said in a disapproving tone: "You're welcome, I'm looking at A."

ATA on the face. ”

Ye Yuyao stretched out her hand to take it and said with concern: "When you came in just now, no one made it difficult for you, right?" ”

Xie Yuhan raised his eyebrows lightly, his eyes wandering around curiously, "I met Ye Ruyun in a good death, but a handsome guy appeared in time and said that I was your friend and let me in, Ye Ruyun was so angry that his face was crooked." ”

Speaking of this, she couldn't help laughing, her face was full of joy: "It's worth it to come over today to block Ye Ruyun!" ”

Ye Yuyao chuckled lightly, and her tone was sincere: "Thank you very much for coming over today!" ”

"You're welcome." Xie Yuhan waved his hand, his eyes fell on her again, and puzzlement flashed in his eyes: "Your dress is good, A."

Why did Aata ask her assistant to give me another set of dresses for me to deliver? ”

Ye Yuyao didn't hide it from her, and replied directly: "This dress has been manipulated, and I can't wear it to attend." ”

As she spoke, she took the bag and walked to the bathroom, "Miss Xie, please wait outside for a while." ”

Just now she found that something was wrong with the dress, so she contacted Chen Yuan as soon as possible, and asked him to rush to her residence to find a small dress suitable for the banquet, and then handed it to Xie Yuhan by the way and asked her to send it over.

Now that the banquet has begun, she needs to quickly change this dress!

"Okay! There you go! ”

At this moment, the hall on the first floor has gathered a lot of guests.

Ye Xiong and his wife couldn't entertain them, and turned their heads to look at the staircase from time to time, with a faint look of anxiety on their faces.

In one corner of the hall, a long figure wore a half-mask, revealing an angular jawline.

He leaned lazily against the window, his red wine glass in his hand, his white fingertips faintly revealing impatience.