A Long Way to Marriage: Ruan Shao's Replacement New Wife

Xiyu saw Feng Yunya stepping out of the crowd step by step, she looked up at Ruan Peichen, and Ruan Peichen also looked at Feng Yunya.

The two of them in West Elm seemed to belong to the same world, and their chests suddenly became very congested.

West Elm knew that he only needed to keep quiet at this time, and make a vase on the stage properly, and he had to go off the stage to talk about everything, after all, today's party was about the life and death of the orphanage and the face of the RK Group.

But the more West Elm forced himself to calm down and restrain himself, the more difficult it was to suppress the emotion in his chest.

"Mrs. Ruan?"

Suddenly there was a soft shout in his ear, Xiyu raised his eyes and stared blankly at the host, the payer was holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

Xiyu was at a loss. She had been distracted just now and didn't know what happened on the stage. At this moment, Feng Yunya was already standing beside her.

The host reminded West Elm with a laugh, and West Elm knew that she had sent flowers to thank her.

Just taking the words from the host, West Elm lowered his head and found that the bouquet was mixed with a lot of blue irises and blue gypsophila.

West Elm squinted his eyes, and looked away, not daring to look more.

She was already emotionally unstable at the moment, but when she saw this bunch of blue flowers again, she felt dizzy.

Xiyu directly took the flowers and handed them to Feng Yunya, she didn't want to say anything, she just wanted to get off the stage quickly, she didn't want to make a fuss with Feng Yunya on the stage.

But the bouquet fell to the ground the moment West Elm handed it out.

Feng Yunya exclaimed, and looked at Xiyu in surprise.

"Mrs. Ruan, this is... I know you don't like me, but this is a charity gala after all..."

Feng Yunya spoke innocently, and the voice was transmitted through the microphone of the neighbor, Feng Yunya suddenly closed her mouth as if she was shocked.

But what should be said, what should not be said, a "dislike" is enough to attract everyone's attention.

West Elm's head started to hurt, and she didn't know what Feng Yunya was up to this time, so she simply bent down and picked up the flowers.

"Miss Feng, I accidentally dropped the flower. As for the fact that I don't like you, I don't seem to have met you a few times, and I'm not familiar with you at all. Why...don't like you?"

"You can eat indiscriminately, but you can't talk indiscriminately."

Xiyu stuffed the bouquet of flowers into Feng Yunya's arms forcefully, her movements were a little too big, Feng Yunya shook twice, as if she was about to fall down again.

"West Elm!"

Ruan Peichen yelled in a low voice, slightly disapproving.

West Elm gritted his teeth and said nothing.

But her behavior just now, in the eyes of the audience, was simply holding her breath to express her dissatisfaction with Feng Yunya.

When West Elm stepped down, I felt that many people looked at me differently, with indifference and disgust.

Ni Xiuer stood under the stage and had a panoramic view of everything, but he didn't make a sound, and just handed West Elm a glass of warm water when West Elm came over.

"Feng Yunya is just a clown, as long as Ruan Peichen has you in his heart, everything will be fine."

"As long as Ruan Peichen has me in his heart..."

West Elm smiled wryly, and looked back at Ruan Peichen.

He was still in a neat suit, with high spirits, standing in the middle of the crowd like the most dazzling sun.

He has been in her heart for a long time, but now she is not sure whether she has really been in his heart.

"I'm fine, maybe I'm too busy and a little tired. I want you to go up and give a speech. I'll go and touch up my makeup."

West Elm hurried away, Ni Xiuer is a smart person, he may have already guessed something, that's why he comforted her like this.