Grandma Yun was a little strange to Feng Yin attending the same auction dinner.

"You... Got money to participate in the auction? ”

That tone, which translates to affirmative, definite, means that you don't have the money to participate.

"Nope."

Wind Yin replied more firmly, and the answer was the only one.

Looking at each other, both of them nodded.

Feng Yin: This key brain, the luck of getting rich accounts for 80 percent.

Grandma Yun: Fortunately, she doesn't have any money, but if she has money, she has no value.

Feng Yin didn't explain what she was doing at the dinner party, and Grandma Yun didn't ask.

When the child grows up, he can do whatever he wants.

Besides, if Feng Yin didn't tell her, she had to hold back if she wanted to know.

Although they haven't been together for a long time, Grandma Yun has a good grasp of Feng Yin's style of doing things.

After breakfast, Grandma Yun took Allah and the black girl downstairs for a walk, and Feng Yin called the trio and set off.

That's nearly a day's worth of work.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Feng Yin appeared at the venue of the dinner on time and began the preparation of the waiter.

A dinner party, as the name suggests, is a banquet held in the evening.

The banquet was held on the Yunshui Peninsula, where the rich gathered.

Yunshui Peninsula, facing the sea and backed by green mountains.

The coast and green hills complement each other, and the villas on the mountainside loom in different styles.

One of the European-style architectural villas is brightly lit and full of luxury cars.

Seven o'clock in the evening, the time for the dinner to begin.

Most of the people who can arrive on time or early are people who are at the bottom or who have tried their best to get in.

Feng Yingying is one of them.

The pearl white slim long skirt is split at the base of the right leg, and the beautiful legs are looming, and a skirt perfectly presents her curves.

She didn't wear any jewelry on her slender neck, her youth was her capital, her face was slightly powdered, her hairstyle imitated Hepburn, her noble eyes were clear, and she had practiced in the mirror for a long time.

It's beautiful!

I have to say that in the last life, many men were confused, and there is capital.

"Be careful, the skirt is expensive!"

The voice of dissatisfaction sounded behind Feng Yingying, and her perfect smile cracked a little, and one hand touched the corner of her lip without a trace.

"No matter how expensive it is, can it be expensive to have a family property that is windy?"

"You ———"

Feng Yingying put down her palms and walked into the banquet hall with a swaying posture.

That back, revealing happiness!

A man in his fifties in the back was dragged by a woman on the side.

"Don't be angry, if she can really make it, let her toss it, no matter what, she is your daughter, and she can still grow wings and fly."

The woman's comforting words played a role, Feng Cheng, who is also Feng Yingying's father, Feng Yin's second uncle suppressed the anger in his heart, supported a smile, and led the woman next to him into the banquet hall.

Feng Yingying, who had already entered, looked disdainfully on Windy City's body.

She kind of figured it out, where did she have any relatives!

Her own father can even harm her own eldest brother, what is the daughter of an ex-wife.

Feng Yingying's gaze fell on the body of the charming woman beside Windy City, and quickly moved away, and two words floated in her heart: broken shoes!

The woman used to be the secretary of the Feng Group, and she hooked up with Windy City and calculated the company left by Feng Yin's father.

Feng Yingying in her previous life, she really felt that a woman was her friend and her good stepmother, and she was glad to have such a stepmother.

Now that I think about it, what a fool she is!

If it weren't for her catching up with Cui Tianze in her previous life, presumably this stepmother would not be so good with her.