Voice to you: Only wives are allowed to act coquettishly

"Does my sister take care of where I go?"

Wen Xinyu choked, and looked unwillingly at Fu Yicheng who was behind Wen Qian, hoping that he would say something for her, but Fu Yicheng pretended not to see, and only Wen Qian was in his eyes.

It turned out that Wen Qian was jealous of him like this, and Fu Yicheng thought it was very useful.

Wen Linshu rushed over to protect Wen Xinyu: "Wen Qian, why are you doing this to your sister?"

Wen Linshu, who didn't see the cause and effect clearly, subconsciously attributed the bruises on Wen Xinyu's body to Wen Qian's masterpiece.

Everyone looked at Wen Linshu with subtle eyes, not to mention that the backer behind Wen Qian was Fu Yicheng, even with her current status, Wen Linshu shouldn't be easily provoked if she had a brain.

What's more, Wen Qian is also his daughter, so it's too chilling for him to favor Wen Xinyu unconditionally.

"What did I do to her? Did I meet her? Boss Wen wants to accuse me of trying to figure things out. There are so many people watching." She doesn't mind making things big.

Wen Linshu's face turned blue and white, and the eyes of the bystanders looking at him were really not quite right: "You are so majestic now, can you live with your conscience stepping on Wen's superior position?"

"Mr. Wen, my studio is not in the same scope as Wen's. If you force me to say that, I can't do anything about it. But Wen Xinyu seduced my husband in front of so many people. How can we settle the account?"

"What kind of seduction, she is your older sister, why don't you let us care if you leave Fu Yicheng alone?"

Wen Qian was laughed out of anger, and Wen Linshu's strong words had reached a state of freshness and refinement.

Facing the rascals, Wen Qian was a little at a loss for words, Fu Yicheng glanced at the macarons scattered all over the place: "Mr. Wen, this is a public place, don't force me to embarrass Wen."

This is already very rude.

Wen Xinyu was so ashamed that she was thrown to the Pacific Ocean, and Wen Linshu was not allowed to say again: "Dad, let's go."

Ning Wenru and Fu Jinan have been following in secret the whole time, taking a panoramic view of everything. Previously, Wen Linshu was all shown in the data, but today they can be regarded as seeing his character.

Fu Jinan thought about it, and called the waiter to give some instructions.

Ning Wenru was curious: "What are you going to do?"

"Give him a surprise." He believed that Wen Linshu would like it.

Ning Wenru smiled helplessly. Anyway, he bullied his daughter-in-law, so she and Fu Jinan didn't overdo it by helping his daughter-in-law, so they didn't ask any more questions.

Wen Linshu was called out to the garden and suddenly a black sack fell from the sky, and he was beaten up immediately, and even avoided his face.

After warming up the venue, the opening dance is the highlight of the banquet, and the dance floor is the entire banquet hall, enough for men and women to show their fists.

The ones who attracted the most attention were undoubtedly Fu Yicheng and Wen Qian.

The daughters of various families who didn't know Wen Qian's identity thought jealously, if only Wen Qian couldn't dance, it would be fine, and she would be embarrassing later.

Wen Qian and Fu Yicheng stepped onto the dance floor under the jealous or envious eyes of everyone.

She was nervous at first, but when she looked at Fu Yicheng's calm eyes, she suddenly became less nervous.

The footsteps also follow the steps learned in memory and follow Fu Yicheng's feet.

After a dance, there was thunderous applause. After the opening dance, everyone started to freely form teams and enter the dance floor.

Meng Xiaoran also put down the wine glass in Feng Mo's invitation.

On such occasions, she usually drank at most two glasses of wine from the beginning to the end of the sitting, but just after watching Fu Yicheng and Wen Qian's dance, she felt a little itchy for a while.

He couldn't help but accept Feng Mo's invitation.

She also danced with other men before, but she didn't know whether it was because of her too strong aura or because the man was not good at dancing, but she kept stepping on her.

After dancing a short beat with Feng Mo, Tu Meiling was a little surprised that the situation did not happen like before.

"How long have you been dancing?"

"One year." Feng Mo replied truthfully.

"It's a good dance."

Besides Fu Yicheng, Wen Qian, Meng Xiaoran and Feng Mo, there are other couples who are also very popular.

That was Gu Weiyi and Tu Meiling. For this banquet, Gu Weiyi specially trained Tu Meiling at home for three days and learned a waltz.

Because the frequent movements of lowering the waist and turning in circles require a man's arm strength very high, it is difficult for ordinary people to jump out of the aesthetic feeling.

But Gu Weiyi and Tu Meiling did it.

Gu Weiyi and Fu Yicheng are brothers, and there are many people who want to have a good relationship with him. Naturally, they praise Tu Meiling in every possible way, and they praise Tu Meiling with pride.

It took about half an hour to play the music before it ended. Many people still have a lot to say, but there are still many processes to follow, so I can only suppress my interest in dancing. I can hold a small party at any time when I have time in private, and I can do whatever I want. Play.

The media wanted to interview Fu Yicheng and Wen Qian when they were off stage, but Fu Yicheng refused them one by one, and they would respond in unison when they had time.

But their clasped hands said it all.

After dancing, Meng Xiaoran looked at Feng Mo with admiration, returned to the bar and waved to the bartender: "What would you like to drink?"

"Stop drinking, one of the two must be awake." He was worried that Meng Xiaoran would go back alone.

Meng Xiaoran didn't expect Feng Mo to be so rational: "Don't worry, I drink very well."

"That doesn't work either. Points will be deducted for drunk driving." Feng Mo said sternly. From Meng Xiaoran's point of view, he looks like an old father at the moment.

"As long as you're happy, what do you think of Fu Yicheng and Wen Qian's dance just now?"

Meng Xiaoran's gaze shifted to Fu Yicheng and Wen Qian who were being pestered by the media not far away.

"Very well, Master Fu and Mrs. Fu are a match made in heaven."

He couldn't call Fu Yicheng and Wen Qian by their names like Meng Xiaoran.

"I also think, are you free for their son's full moon wine in two days?"

Feng Mo opened his mouth and didn't realize it for a long time. Is Meng Xiaoran inviting him?

Meng Xiaoran looked at Feng Mo's sluggish appearance, and waved his hand in front of his eyes: "Hello."

"But... Master Fu didn't send me an invitation."

"I do. I'll take you in when the time comes." Meng Xiaoran drank another glass of wine after speaking.

It was too hot to dance just now, and I couldn't help feeling stuffy.

Although he would send Meng Xiaoran home, it's always bad for a girl to drink so much: "Drink less."

Meng Xiaoran pretended not to hear. Although she had a little affection for Feng Mo, it didn't mean that Feng Mo could interfere with her drinking.

Feng Mo stopped talking, and quietly watched Meng Xiaoran drink, as if Meng Xiaoran would disappear in the blink of an eye.

Gu Weiyi and Tu Meiling managed to get rid of a group of beer belly bosses and came to Wen Qian, imitating the reporter's demeanor and tone to make fun of Wen Qian.

"Mrs. Fu, may I ask you to be in the same frame as Master Fu today, are you planning to have a wedding or continue to make money in a low-key manner?"

Wen Qian got goosebumps all over her body from Tu Meilingxue's greasy tone, tickling her like she did in college.

It wasn't until Tu Meiling finally begged for mercy that she let her go: "He's a reporter, why don't you join in the fun."

"Then what does President Wenda think about?"