20demayo Chapter 257 The handsome young lady of the young marshal of the Republic of China (7)
Chapter 257 The handsome young lady of the young marshal of the Republic of China (7)
A few days later
Mr. He held a [-]th birthday banquet at the Peace Hotel in southern Anhui. He invited warlords, wealthy businessmen and celebrities from all over the country to have a grand banquet.
Melodious and soothing classical music sounded in the bustling garden of the banquet, and the men and women on the dance floor danced to the music.
A black luxury car stopped in front of the hotel. As the man slowly got out of the car, he revealed a handsome face, sharp eyebrows and starry eyes. Mu Bochen looked slender and tall in a black suit, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised. The smile is not a smile, but the eyes are extremely cold.
After getting out of the car, he strode to the other side of the car and opened the door. He put one hand on the edge of the car and stretched out the other. His dark eyes looked at the person in the back seat with a hint of doting. .
Xia Ji smiled slightly, covered his hand with her fair and delicate hands, and lowered her body slightly into the car.
She gathered up the white shawl that had slipped off due to too much movement, took Mu Bochen's arm, and the two walked into the hotel while talking and laughing.
"Miss, the one walking with Mourinho is Xia Yu'an." The heroine Wen Xiangwei reminded her from the maid next to her.
Wen Xiangwei looked at Xia Ji. The slight smile on Wen Wan's face faded a bit, and a complicated expression flashed across her calm eyes.
"The relationship between Mourinho and Miss Xia seems to be extraordinary."
The maid next to Wen Xiangwei said: "I heard from the gossip that Mourinho and Miss Xia are planning to get married recently."
Wen Xiangwei was thoughtful after hearing this, and his eyes followed Xia Ji.
Xia Ji seemed to be aware of it. She looked behind her with a sharp look in her smiling eyes, and her eyes met Wen Xiangwei's eyes directly.
She just smiled, raised her wine glass and saluted Wen Xiang from a distance, then turned around and continued talking to Xia's father and Xia's mother.
"That's Chen Jiaming, the president of Wannan Bank. That's..." Father Xia was introducing Xia Ji to the famous people at the banquet one by one.
Xia Ji nodded, rolling her eyes in a sly manner, and her tone was a bit coquettish: "There are too many, what should I do if I can't remember them?"
"I'm here." I'll help you remember these things.
Mu Bochen said softly, raising his hand to close her slipping shawl. He frowned slightly, with worry in his tone: "This shawl is so thin."
Winter in southern Anhui gets colder at night, and a cold wind is blowing in the garden, making the branches squeak.
His hand explored the back of her hand and touched a patch of coldness.
Mu Bochen took off the suit jacket he was wearing and put it on Xia Ji. He turned around and asked Xia's father and mother, who were standing beside him, to enter the banquet hall. The garden was very cold at night.
Father Xia and Mother Xia looked at Mu Bochen with satisfaction and relief in their eyes, and then walked into the banquet hall with them.
Banquet hall
"Thank you very much for giving me He He's face and coming to attend my ninetieth birthday. He would like to thank you all!" Mr. He stood in front of the microphone with a cane and spoke, with a hearty smile on his old face. .
As soon as Mr. He finished speaking, there was warm applause from below.
Mr. He laughed a few times and continued: "Today I have to announce a big happy event to everyone. My grandson He Fushi will get married to the Wen family's daughter on the 15th next month. You all should come then. Let’s have a banquet at He Mansion!”
Mr. He hinted with his eyes to He Fushi to invite Wen Xiangwei to dance the first dance at today's banquet.
The lively atmosphere of the banquet reached its peak at this time, and the melodious music was mixed with people's congratulations and discussions.
He Fushi stood tall and tall in the crowd, holding a wine glass in his hand. There was no joy in getting married in his eyes, but more anger and dissatisfaction.
Why did his grandfather let him marry a woman who could not help him at all, while his brother was able to marry a famous lady from a warlord's family? This was not fair to him at all!
No one is planning for him, so he has to plan for himself.
He Fushi suppressed the impatience in his eyes, walked up to Wen Xiangwei with a gentle and polite appearance, bent slightly and extended his hand to invite her to dance.
After Wen Xiangwei nodded in agreement, the two of them danced in the banquet hall. From a distance, the talented man and the beautiful woman were very eye-catching.
He Wenxiang was dancing slightly, and He Fushi's peripheral vision swept around and saw a familiar figure. Xia Ji looked at him with a raised corner of her mouth, half-smiling.
He suddenly felt a little panicked. Why was Xia Yuan here?Yu'an already knew that he and Wen Xiangwei were getting married. How was he going to explain to Yu'an?
Will Yu'an still admire him as before?
In desperation, he jumped several times wrongly and accidentally stepped on Wen Xiangwei's foot, which caused some pain in her expression.
Wen Xiangwei noticed something was wrong with He Fushi, and asked him in a considerate voice if he was feeling unwell and needed to stop and rest.
He Fushi nodded absently, looking in Xia Ji's direction from time to time, and then ended his dance with Wen Xiangwei.
Wen Xiangwei noticed He Fushi's gaze and looked over vaguely. Sure enough, he saw a familiar figure standing not far away, looking at them quietly.
It turns out that something was wrong with He Fushi because of her...