Leng Aojun is three and a half years younger

"Drip..."

"Come here." Luo Qingqian looked at the message on the phone, and looked up at the dark car not far away, quite surprised.

She hesitated for a moment, then walked over and got into the car.

Inside the car, Luo Yu watched Luo Qingqian get into that luxurious car from the rearview mirror, and a look of shock flashed in his eyes.

The smugness at the corner of her mouth was even more so when she saw that Luo Qingqian was not as depressed as she had imagined, her face turned grim.

Seeing the pitch-black body passing by the side of the car with his own eyes, Luo Yu slapped the car hard, the anger in his eyes was not concealed at all.

"Go back first." A look of displeasure flashed in Lu Yang's eyes, he didn't care what Luo Yu was thinking, he just turned the dial and left.

Here, in the car.

Luo Qingqian looked at the calm-looking man in a black suit sitting aside, but a trace of gratitude surged in his heart.

"Jun Tingmo, thank you."

"No need." Jun Tingmo responded, and the car fell silent.

Luo Qingqian didn't feel embarrassed. Knowing Jun Tingmo's character, he knew that his character was just like this.

After waiting for about 15 minutes, Jun Tingmo stopped typing on the keyboard, turned off the computer after a while, and then turned sideways to look at Luo Qingqian.

"Are you free tonight?" Jun Tingmo asked.

Luo Qingqian thought of the mission Lu Minghui's agent had given her, she shook her head lightly: "I still have something to do, do you have something to do?"

Jun Tingmo's gaze paused, then he turned his head suddenly: "It's okay."

"Oh..." Luo Qingqian was a little puzzled, but she didn't ask any further questions.

Jun Tingmo sent her to the rental house and left by himself.

As the night approached, Lu Minghui's agent hadn't planned to send her clothes, but later changed his mind and sent them to her. It was a very simple white dress, not very elegant, but it gave people a very relaxed feeling.

Luo Qingqian remembered Lu Minghui's manager's instructions, put on light makeup, took the gift she had prepared long ago, and drove the Audi she bought a year ago to Mr. Han's banquet.

This time it was a private banquet, not at the hotel, but at Elder Han's private house.

As a retired veteran cadre in the capital, the Han family has a lot of contacts. Although Mr. Han is nearly 70 years old, he still has a lot of influence. It is rare to have this banquet.

Ten years ago, no one would have thought that Mr. Han would hold a banquet and invite so many people. After all, as a person of high status, the Han family was low-key enough.

After Luo Qingqian gave the invitation letter outside the villa, after being appraised, she walked into the banquet with her skirt in hand.

As soon as she walked to an empty corner, she heard a discussion coming from the door.

There is even a risk of intensification.

"It turned out to be Young Master Jun, but it's normal for him to be invited to this kind of banquet."

"Naturally, I heard that Young Master Jun has a very close relationship with Mr. Han, which is not accessible to ordinary people."

"However, Young Master Jun is here, and there is no bigger big shot."

As the emperor of City A, Jun Tingmo's influence cannot be underestimated.

Luo Qingqian watched as Jun Tingmo led the little bun into the door. There was no one within three feet of him, and his face was indifferent and emotionless. The little bun's face, which resembled him, was even more tense. He also ignored those women calling him affectionately.

It was only then that Luo Qingqian remembered that during the day Jun Tingmo had asked her if she had time. Could it be that he wanted to bring her to this banquet?