The crowd of guests fell silent, and then there was a slight disturbance.
"We welcome Zihua, why is he here? If it weren't for him, would Zihua be forced to go abroad?"
"Be quiet, Xi Heng is not easy to mess with, let alone with the Xia family..."
"Then is he looking for a relationship with Nie Lingbo? It's not like his usual style of rushing like this - wait, is that rumor true?"
…
Many people are exchanging glances, or they are surprised or stunned, but they don't know it. Seeing everyone like this, you can guess that there is a bit of meaning in this.
Immediately, the onlookers all pretended to be sensible and walked away, but they were all paying attention in secret.
All the restlessness and undercurrent seemed to be unable to reach Nie Lingbo.
She sat there, her posture calm and relaxed.
Seeing the man standing upright in front of her, her eyes lingered on the person who came.
Xi Heng clenched the wine glass subconsciously.
Immediately, he saw Nie Lingbo turn his eyes away and said to Xi Zihua:
"Are you a guest?"
Xi Heng shook his body, almost crushing the wine glass.
The way Nie Lingbo looked at him was no different from looking at a stranger.
Xi Zihua glanced at Xi Heng, smiled softly, and said:
"He is Xi Heng, my father's son."
This answer was interesting, and many of the guests who were listening with their ears were happy, and when they went to see Xi Heng, they seemed to be uncomfortable.
Xi Heng was really uncomfortable, and secretly hated Xi Zihua for not giving himself face.
He had nowhere to deny it, and couldn't pull his face to post it backwards, so he could only stand there, still looking at Nie Lingbo, as if he couldn't see enough.
Nie Lingbo's estranged attitude was like ice water pouring down Xi Heng's head, but he still expected Nie Lingbo to say something to him, whether it was a greeting or a polite word.
He didn't want much, as long as Nie Lingbo talked to him, the rest could be handed over later—
Xi Heng waited eagerly, but Nie Lingbo just nodded when he heard Xi Zihua's words.
No curiosity, no greeting, no politeness, no... One more look at him.
The masquerade officially begins.
The most popular is naturally Xi Zihua, who walks among friends to chat with each other, or is pulled into the dance floor to dance.
Nie Lingbo sat on the sofa deck around the banquet hall with a glass of white wine in his hand, but he never ended up dancing.
Not many dared to invite her, even a few were rejected by her because of physical exhaustion.
Xi Zihua came back after walking around and asked Nie Lingbo:
"Should I ask someone to take you back first?"
Nie Lingbo never liked to attend useless social events, and Xi Zihua was surprised that he was willing to come with her today.
But when Nie Lingbo came, it didn't seem like she wanted to relax, and Xi Zihua was really puzzled when she didn't see her discussing business with others.
"I've been sitting here and I haven't seen the person I want to see?" she guessed.
Nie Lingbo shook his head halfway and paused.
She wears a black mask on her face and presses it on the bridge of her pretty nose, like a mask made of fine black spar shining with shimmering stars, wrapped in a pair of intoxicating eyes.
At this time, there were some waves in those eyes, which seemed to be a little hesitant, and it became more and more exciting.
Xi Zihua saw it in his eyes and fell on the sofa seat clutching his chest: "Beauty kill me."
Nie Lingbo was unmoved.
She couldn't explain why she worked overtime to finish the project at hand, bought the nearest plane ticket and came back immediately, and came to this irrelevant banquet.
What is she waiting for? She doesn't know it herself.
Nie Lingbo took a sip of wine and said:
"No, the driver of the Nie family will come and pick me up."
"Okay." Xi Zihua shrugged and continued to entertain himself.
Xia Lei was worried about the waiter, and when she went out in person, she bumped into the waiter walking in with Song Pian.
"Huh!"
Xia Lei immediately sucked in a mouthful of cold skin.
This woman, Song Piantao, was wearing a pure white long skirt that reached her ankles. She was as fresh and pure as a sister next door. At a glance, she could arouse the desire for protection of men and even the same sex. She even—
"You're still applying nude makeup!" Xia Lei quickly and carefully looked at Song Pian's face, "You did it on purpose, right? You must have done it on purpose."
Xia Lei's face was full of alertness to the poor white lotus, Song Pian smiled:
"I'm here to find Xi Heng."
Of course, she was indeed prepared for Xi Heng.
Xia Lei just remembered the business and said quickly, "No, today is not the right time."
"I was supposed to let you in, but an unexpected person came today, and it's not appropriate for you to show up. I didn't play you, and it's okay for me to play you—"
When Xia Lei said this, Qingli Gardenia frowned slightly before the meeting, and she changed her words involuntarily:
"Why would I deliberately trick you, Miss Ben would not do such a thing."
Xia Lei had a look of regret just after she said it. What did she put aside for this? Feeling sorry for your fiancé's girlfriend? Is she a little cat sick
Song Pian said: "Is there really no way? You know, today is different for me, I need to see Xi Heng."
She paused: "If he really did what you said, he left me and came here with you, at least it can make me give up."
Xia Lei tutted, thought for a while, and said, "In this way, you wait at the door, I'll call Xi Heng out for you, just take a look and leave."
"it is good."
Xia Lei took Song Pianto to the door of the banquet hall. Xia Lei thought her face was too beautiful, and she stood out at the door. She even handed Song Pian a white mask.
As soon as Song Pian put it on, the remaining half of his face looked more like Nie Lingbo.
"… "
Shit, it's so pretty.
Xia Lei looked like a dog. She glanced and looked again, only to realize that Song Pian was looking at her with serious eyes.
"What?" Xia Lei touched her face.
Song Pian shook his head: "It's nothing."
She looked at Xia Lei and wondered if Xia Lei might be Qinglu.
Although Xia Lei's character—Qinglu's character is acquired, it is not impossible to become a young lady.
However, after Song Piantao looked at it carefully, her intuition still told her that it shouldn't be.
As for the big man that Xia Lei was talking about, Song Pianjiao guessed that it was Nie Lingbo, another important observation target of her visit this time.
Xia Lei didn't let her in, which made it difficult.
Song Pian frowned while thinking, and many people noticed that she didn't dodge, but kept a fresh and weak posture and stood where she was.
Soon, Xi Heng's figure appeared at the door.
Xia Lei was held by an acquaintance by the arm to speak, and she was unable to come out together.
Song Pian glanced at the guests who were paying attention to what was going on here, and took a step forward:
"Xi Heng."
Xi Heng stepped forward and used his body to block the prying eyes of others:
"What are you here for?"
He frowned. At this time, Bai Yueguang, whom he had been waiting for for seven years, was just across the wall. He looked at Song Pian and just wanted her to disappear from here, for fear that some rumors would spread to Nie Lingbo's ears.
"This is not the place you should come, go back quickly."
After he finished speaking, Song Pian's body trembled, like a dewy gardenia magnolia in the wind, which made people's heart tremble.
"You asked me to meet today. I waited for a long time, but I didn't wait for you."
"This year is the first anniversary of our dating." Song Pian said in a soft but firm voice, and the people around him could hear it clearly.
"is not it?"
Xi Heng was silent for a while, then said indifferently:
"Yes."
It was also a coincidence that Nie Lingbo came back after just one year of dating Song Pianjiao. It was probably a fate. This thought crossed Xi Heng's mind, and he looked at the girl in front of him with indifference and pity.
Song Piantao is nice, but he loves Nie Lingbo.
The self-esteem that was shattered by Nie Lingbo's blow just now returned to Xi Heng. Xi Heng adjusted his tie and said lightly:
"I asked you to meet, but I just wanted to tell you that our relationship should end—"
"You don't need to say it." Song Pian interrupted Xi Heng.
There was a shallow water in her eyes, the beauty was tearful, and she became more and more moving.
There seemed to be men in the crowd who couldn't stand it any longer and wanted to come forward, but were pulled by their companions.
Song Pianjiao played this role with emotional assistance, but in fact, she would move very steadily step by step.
She first announced that she was Xi Heng's girlfriend in front of the crowd, so as to avoid being passed on as a lover in the future, which was not good.
At this time, she was like a little girl who was hurt and ignorant of the world. She took a step forward in anger, forcing Xi Heng to step back.
"Break up, it's not your turn to talk." Song Pian opened her tearful eyes, and none of those tears fell, just like a clear wave in her eyes.
She took out a black card from her handbag, sandwiched it between her slender fingers, and shook it in front of Xi Heng, so that Xi Heng and others could see it clearly.
"My boyfriend doesn't care about me, how could I not notice." Song Piantao seemed to laugh at himself, "Actually, I came to see you today, not for the first anniversary, but to break up with you so that we can get together."
"I didn't expect that you didn't even give the last bit of decency to this relationship. Ningzhou Garden can't wait for you. I'll come to Jiusei to tell you personally, we're over."
The dance music in the banquet hall blared to itself, and no one else spoke.
Xi Heng took a breath.
Song Piantao held the black card, and tapped Xi Heng's chest, the location of his heart, with the corner of the card.
Those pure, innocent eyes looked at Xi Heng, and seemed to see his despicable inner self:
"I didn't spend any of your money, I'll give it back to you today."
She raised her chin and opened her eyes wide, as if afraid that tears would fall accidentally:
"We are both clear, and we will be strangers in the future."
Song Piantao slammed the card on Xi Heng, turned to leave, and the white skirt raised a pure arc.
She was pulled.
Song Pian turned back and looked at Xi Heng who was holding his arm:
"let me go."
There was a commotion all around.
"Young Master Xi broke up and still can't let go? It's not cool."
"Tsk tsk, the little girls are so pitiful, please let them go."
The young master of the Xu family even walked up to Song Piantao, eager to try:
"Am I lucky enough to take you home?"
Xi Heng couldn't help letting go. Indeed, he shouldn't have kept Song Pianjiao. He was about to break up with Song Pianjiao, and he asked her to simply leave without fear of Nie Lingbo asking about it in the future.
But watching Song Pian turn and leave, he did so subconsciously, especially when the young master of the Xu family stood up to chat with him, which made him even more unhappy.
"She doesn't need you to send it." Xi Heng said solemnly.
The Xu family is no worse than the Xi family, and the young master said:
"Why, Shao Xi even takes care of his ex-girlfriend?"
"you!"
Xi Heng refused to let Song Piantao go, and the two of them were about to have a quarrel.
The onlookers were amazed. Just now, Xi Heng made it clear that he wanted to distance himself from the little girl. At this time, he was dumped first, like a dog skin plaster, and he was reluctant to let go.
Some people looked at Xia Lei, the other women of this fiancé had made trouble on their faces, and they even showed it to everyone. Xia Lei's brain was so green that it glowed.
Xia Lei didn't expect to make such a big fuss, but I have to say, apart from her novel experience of turning green into fluorescent green, it's really cool to see Song Pian dumping a scumbag.
"Men are just assholes." A whisper came into Xia Lei's ears.
Um? Who speaks his mind
Xia Lei turned her head and found that Xi Zihua was standing beside her.
When she looked again, it turned out that most of the people at the party had gathered around to watch the fun—
Xia Lei's eyes stopped at the back of the crowd, an inconspicuous dark place.
What the fuck? Why is that one there!
Song Piantao took advantage of the skill of talking to Xi Heng, and quickly looked at the people he could see.
The looks of the women are all outstanding, and there is nothing unusual about the eyes they look at, and none of them make her feel very different.
It may take further contact to identify, or Qinglu may not be here.
In short, with her current state, she cannot continue.
Song Pianjiao came to a preliminary conclusion, and after achieving her goal, she was about to leave.
She first declined the kindness of Young Master Xu, and then went to fight with Xi Heng, but the more Xi Heng resisted him, the more vigorous, and finally said directly:
"I'll have someone take you back."
Song Pianjiao never thought that Xi Heng could be so shameless. It was natural for him to want to break up, but would he be unwilling to be broken up
But Song Pianjiao came here today, including this outfit, to completely cut off relations with him.
It's a pity that this status is too bad, Xi Heng really has to be strong, she can't help it at all.
Song Piantao was clenched by the wrist, and quickly thought about how to deal with it. In the crowd, Xi Zihua couldn't stand it any longer, and decided to stand up to stop this farce.
As soon as she moved, another tall figure walked past her and stood out more and more.
Nie Lingbo stepped forward and only glanced at Song Pian's clenched wrist, Xi Heng suddenly let go of his hand as if he was scalded.
"Miss Nie, I'm not—"
"It's so rude to a girl."
Nie Lingbo just sighed as if he had never heard of it.
She glanced at Song Pian's wrist that was hanging down by her side, her eyes slipped, and she landed on her pure white skirt.
From the collarbone, to the neck of the swan, to the face of Song Pianpao.
Under the white mask, a pair of clear and tearful eyes, pink-white cheeks, and lips coated with light pink lip gloss.
The light brown eyes blinked slightly.
Facing Xi Heng, a drop of tears flowed out from under the mask and hung on his cheeks.
She is like a dewy flower.
Nie Lingbo stretched out his hand, placed it under the young girl's jaw, and wiped the tear with the pulp of his thumb.
"Don't cry."