Wife and daughter died, the scumbag is celebrating the birthday of Bai Yueguang's child

Looking at the figure standing beside the flowers, Mr. Yu raised his eyebrows and understood.

Just as he was about to speak, Song Wanqiu walked directly up to Mr. Yu and extended his hand.

"Hello, Mr. Yu, I am the Third Master's fiancée, Song Wanqiu."

President Yu looked at Song Wanqiu, then at her outstretched hand, and smiled lightly: "I'm sorry, Miss Song, I was just pruning the branches, and my hands are too dirty."

Song Wanqiu's hand froze for a moment, then she put it down awkwardly.

As soon as she put down her hand, Mr. Yu took the towel from the servant to wipe his hands, and then took the initiative to approach Gong Chen.

He simply treated his fiancée Song Wanqiu as air.

President Yu sat down next to Gong Chen and poured tea for him while looking at the others: "You guys sit down too. Xue Man has already given me your information. There's no need to go through the trouble of introducing yourself. I'm a very casual person."

This statement obviously means something.

Song Wanqiu held the bag tightly, a flash of viciousness in her eyes.

Why is this old woman pretending?

If she wasn't still useful, why would she get the chance to show off?

But on the surface, Song Wanqiu's gentle and elegant image remained flawless.

When she sat down, she leaned forward slightly, leaned closer to Gong Chen, and reached out to push the teacup in front of him further away as if declaring her sovereignty.

"Mr. Yu, I'm sorry to bother you today, but Mr. San doesn't like this kind of tea."

do not love?

Lin Zhiyi tasted the tea silently and was sure that this was the tea that Gong Chen liked.

Rich and full-bodied.

This tea is more precious than the one she likes, and the production is also very small. She is embarrassed to say that she likes it, always feeling that she is not worthy of it.

However, every time Gong Shiyan gave her tea, he would put a small can of this tea in it.

She knew all this, but how could Song Wanqiu, the unforgettable white moonlight, not know it?

President Yu held the cup and sniffed it, narrowing his eyes and chuckling, "You don't like it? Where does the tea that Third Master spends a lot of money to snatch from me every year go? Miss Song is Third Master's fiancée, she wouldn't...have never tasted it, right?"

Song Wanqiu's face turned pale, and his eyes were fixed on the cup of tea that was pushed away, wishing he could crawl into the ground.

Obviously, her expression betrayed her; she hadn't drunk at all.

At this time, Gong Chen picked up the teacup, took a sip, and said calmly: "It went into the dog's stomach."

As he finished speaking, a gaze vaguely fell on Lin Zhiyi. Her heart tightened and the cup in her hand seemed to be hot.

What does he mean?

Before Lin Zhiyi could figure it out, she felt that Mr. Yu was also looking at her, so she could only pretend nothing had happened and drink her tea.

Mr. Yu rolled his eyes, put down his teacup, and raised his hand towards them.

"What do you think?"

She wore two rings on her fingers.

One is a padparadscha ring, the main stone is about 30 carats, surrounded by colorless pink diamonds. It emits an orange-pink halo under the sunlight, which is enough to illustrate the quality of this ring.

The other is a camellia ring. The pistil is a 15-carat Sri Lankan sapphire. The petals are layered inside and outside, with the inner layer inlaid with white diamonds and the outer layer being pink chalcedony. Even with such a thick decoration, it can be worn on the fingertips while showing the lightness of the flower.

Combined with Mr. Yu’s question, it seems like he is asking which one looks better.

Song Wanqiu glanced at it and said confidently, "Padparadscha of this quality is rare. The ratio of orange and pink is just right, and the sense of layering is just right. However... I think Mr. Yu is more suitable for a camellia ring. It has a deep connotation and is delicate but not coquettish."

After hearing this, President Yu covered his lips and chuckled: "Miss Song, it sounds like you are praising me."

Song Wanqiu praised: "It's not that I want to praise, but President Yu has good taste. The person who can choose this work shows that she is as bright as this flower."

After hearing this, Mr. Yu laughed even louder.

Chen Huan was about to stand up, but Lin Zhiyi stretched out her hand to stop her, wanting her not to speak too hastily.

But Chen Huan avoided her hand, stood up and said, "I also think Camellia is more suitable for Mr. Yu. This place is called Camellia Villa, which shows that Mr. Yu is a person who loves and cherishes flowers."

Mr. Yu smiled and turned the ring, his thoughts unclear.

At this time, Shen Yan also stood up.

She said timidly and modestly: "Boss Yu, although my ability is not as good as theirs, I think Padparadscha is more suitable for Boss Yu. A strong woman like you, dazzling and confident, naturally needs a more dazzling light."

President Yu turned his head and stared at Shen Yan, holding his chin and raising his eyebrows, saying: "You are quite interesting and have a lot of ideas."

"I don't deserve it. I'm just telling the truth." Shen Yan lowered her head, cautious but with a hint of pride.

Everyone thinks the camellia ring is better, but she insists on doing the opposite, which doesn't make people feel interesting or thoughtful.

Suddenly, Mr. Yu looked at Lin Zhiyi who had been silent.

"Ms. Lin, everyone has said it. What do you think?"

Lin Zhiyi said slowly: "I wonder if I can get closer and observe?"

Before Mr. Yu could say anything, Song Wanqiu asked in confusion.

"Zhiyi, aren't you known as the best in our school? How come you can't understand such obvious jewelry?"

Known as.

Song Wanqiu wanted to tell Mr. Yu that Lin Zhiyi was just a person who had gained fame in vain.

Lin Zhiyi smiled and said, "I'm asking Mr. Yu."

Song Wanqiu choked and glared at her secretly.

Mr. Yu was very generous and waved his hand: "Look."

Lin Zhiyi then stepped forward, lifted her hand and looked at it carefully.

"I think... this is good."

She pointed her empty middle finger.

Song Wanqiu glanced at it, covered her lips and sneered. People who have never seen the world can be so nervous when seeing good things that they point to the wrong thing.

Shen Yan looked concerned and pulled Lin Zhiyi's sleeve to remind her, "Zhiyi, don't talk nonsense. Mr. Yu doesn't have a ring on this finger."

Lin Zhiyi raised her eyes to look at Shen Yan and asked, "When did President Yu ask you which ring looked good? Since it's on President Yu's hand, it's hers. She can wear it however she wants. We can't control it."

After he finished speaking, Shen Yan and the other two turned pale. They tried hard to recall and realized that President Yu had never asked about the ring at all.

They have preconceived ideas.

Lin Zhiyi pointed at the two colors of nail polish on Mr. Yu’s middle and ring fingers: “The two colors are similar, and not very obvious from a distance, so I want to take a closer look.”

"Looking at Mr. Yu's attire, he probably has a social event tonight. His clothes are mostly light-colored, and the color on his ring finger is nude, which is ordinary under the restaurant lighting. But the color of his middle finger is lotus root pink, and when he holds a wine glass, it will reveal a light pink color, which makes him look very good."

"So I think the color of the nail polish on the middle finger is more suitable for today's outfit."

As soon as he finished speaking, President Yu stared at Lin Zhiyi and smiled, with a hint of admiration in his eyes.

"I was wondering why Xue Man suddenly asked an intern to come here. It turns out he was hiding someone. But... it looks like Xue Man is not the only one hiding someone."

President Yu glanced at Gong Chen who was sipping tea beside him.

Gong Chen calmly put down the teacup and turned the rim of the cup with his fingertips. The red jade ring added a touch of mystery in the heat.

He said coldly: "Let's talk about business."

Mr. Yu didn't say much. He stood up and made a gesture of invitation: "Move over and chat for a while."

Gong Chen followed her to the side.

Song Wanqiu, who was feeling deflated, gave Shen Yan a look.

Shen Yan took Lin Zhiyi's arm and said, "Zhiyi, I want to go to the bathroom. Can you come with me?"

Lin Zhiyi looked at her and said, "Okay."