Jiang Xianrou couldn't hide the joy in her eyes, but she pursed her lips and kept her composure, not showing it on her face even though Wei Ying praised her in public.
Wei Ling caught a glimpse of the mother and daughter, and the smile on her lips faded. She suddenly asked, "By the way, Master Ye will be here today too, right?"
As soon as these words came out.
Jiang Xianrou's expression changed.
The smile on Tang Wanru's face also faded: "This..."
"Young Master Ye has such a good relationship with Xianrou, won't they come?" Wei Ling brought up something irrelevant. Her smile was quite gentle, but her words were like sharp thorns that accurately pierced the pain points of Jiang Xianrou and Tang Wanru.
Jiang Xianrou's face turned even paler, and the smug look in her eyes was suppressed. She said calmly, "Mr. Qin and the others..."
She was just about to say that Qin Si and the others were busy and had no time to come.
The phone suddenly vibrated.
Jiang Xianrou looked down and took a quick glance. It was a WeChat message.
Qin Si's.
She quickly clicked it.
[Qin Si: I’ll come over later.]
Jiang Xianrou was a little suspicious at first that she had seen it wrong, so she raised the phone without caring about her image and looked at it carefully again.
Qin Si’s message indeed said that he was coming over.
Jiang Xianrou was overjoyed and immediately replied to the other party, saying that Qin Si and the others had told her in advance when they came, and she would go outside to pick them up.
She finished replying the message.
Tang Wanru couldn't help but feel the awkward atmosphere and was about to help her out: "Master Ye and the others..."
"Mom." Jiang Xianrou immediately called her, looked at Wei Ling with a smile, and replied with a smile: "Aunt Wei, they will be here later. Do you want me to put you at the same table?"
"… "
Wei Ling just heard that Jiang Xianrou had a falling out with the people in her small circle, and she couldn't stand the arrogant faces of the mother and daughter, so she deliberately said something to disgust them.
She didn't expect Ye Wangchuan and the others to come.
When she thought of the things that happened to her family some time ago when the Ye family member tortured them to death, her expression suddenly became awkward, and she immediately said, "I was just asking casually, it's okay, you don't have to go to the trouble of arranging us together."
"Well, okay." Jiang Xianrou walked down the stairs very politely. She was just saying it casually.
Even if Wei Ling wanted her to arrange several people at the same table, she was not that stupid.
What if Qin Si and the others just walked away, wouldn’t my face be smashed
*
At half past eleven.
The welcoming banquet will start in half an hour.
Qi Yan has also arrived.
Tang Wanru accompanied Qi Yan in and sat down.
Jiang Zongnan and Jiang Yao were outside looking to see if there were any other guests coming.
Jiang Xianrou, as the protagonist of today, did not go in either, but waited outside with her cell phone in her hand.
Finally, her cell phone rang.
As soon as Jiang Xianrou saw the caller ID, she picked up the phone without hesitation: "Hello, Mr. Qin, are you here?"
Qin Si had just parked the car.
Zhang Yang and Bo Jingxing are both here.
Of course Ye Wangchuan came too.
He and Qiao Nian walked together. Both of them were wearing blue today. Blue is a very picky color, but both of them had fair skin.
Standing together is pleasing to the eye.
Each one is more eye-catching than the other.
Gu Sanze walked behind the two men diligently and conscientiously, and was no longer surprised by these things.
Back then, before Wang Ye succeeded in wooing the girl, the two of them looked very well matched standing together.
Miss Qiao is now Wang Ye's girlfriend. When the couple stand together, it is not an exaggeration to say that they are a perfect match.
Qiao Nian seldom wears colors other than black and white. She looks particularly refreshing today, and her aura is eye-catching.
When walking on the street, it's like a moving spotlight, attracting the attention of many passers-by.
(End of this chapter)