Shen Hun didn't answer the conversation, so calm as before.
Fang Yaqin met Wei Wanyang's inquiring gaze, her expression gradually embarrassed: "You... invited her here?"
Wei Wanyang nodded: "Huohou is my friend."
She didn't invite many people, and she could count them with ten fingers, and Shen Hun was one of them.
At that time, Fang Yaqin only asked the number of people in order to reserve seats. As for the specific person and name, he didn't care about it. After all, according to Wei Wanyang's social circle, only stars, directors and the like were left.
Only then did Shen Hou miss it.
Silence spreads, and the atmosphere is stiff.
Fang Yaqin knew that she was wrong, and her erratic eyes revealed a guilty conscience. Although she was not satisfied with Wei Wanyang's daughter-in-law's family background, she was chosen by Song Gan and Xiaole's biological mother. Fang Yaqin didn't want to have sex with her unless it was necessary.
Therefore, during this period, she and Wei Wanyang stayed in a state of non-interference and mutual respect.
Right now, Fang Yaqin couldn't afford to lose face to her daughter-in-law in public because of a Shen Hun, but the words had already been spoken, and the apology was even more inconsistent, and she couldn't move forward or retreat for a while.
There was also Shen Hun who was also silent. Compared with Fang Yaqin's speechlessness, she smiled lightly.
It seemed that from the beginning of the dispute, to the white-hot stage, and finally to the appearance of Wei Wanyang, during the whole process, she was not arrogant or irritable, and was as calm as water.
Wei Wanyang was sandwiched between the two, her boss, benefactor and friend on one side, and the future mother-in-law on the other, she couldn't help frowning.
At this moment, a clear male voice broke the deadlock—
"Houhou?"
Xunsheng turned his head, but saw a man in a straight suit walking towards this side.
The smile is gentle and the expression is elegant.
Shen Qian!
Shen Hun hasn't seen him for a long time since living in Dongli Mountain Villa for a long time.
Although the two have torn apart their faces, they still have to stay, not to mention, there are other people present.
Shen Hun spoke lightly and called out, "Brother."
The man walked to her side, and his cool eyes swept over Song Yuanshan, and finally fell on Fang Yaqin: "What are you talking about? Why don't you go in?"
Wei Wanyang rolled his eyes and took the ladder in time: "Yes, don't stand, just go in."
Only then did Fang Yaqin react, putting on an enthusiastic face, of course, it was mainly because of the face of Young Master Shen Qian.
After a few people entered, Wei Wanyang greeted him and took Shen Hou directly to the lounge.
Shen Qian, who saw this scene in his eyes, couldn't help showing a contemplative look.
"Aqian, are you busy during this time?" Fang Yaqin cared in the tone of an elder.
He retracted his gaze, "It's okay. Do Houhou and sister-in-law know each other?"
Song Gan was two years older, and the relationship between the two families was still passable. A "sister-in-law" not only expressed closeness, but also appeared courteous.
Fang Yaqin's attitude towards him is very useful, "I should know, Wan Yang sent her an invitation alone... I am not very clear."
Shen Qian raised his eyebrows.
Individual invitation...
The two people belong to different circles, so there shouldn't be an intersection.
Shen Qian couldn't help but think of Feiyang Entertainment's change of ownership. Will there be a connection between the two
But after thinking about it, after Song Rin's death, his shares were inherited by the Song family, and Wei Wanyang happened to be doing this, and it was reasonable for her to take over.
No matter how much I can't get to Shen Hou's place...
lounge.
"... I also blamed me for not explaining clearly in advance." Wei Wanyang sat down and asked the makeup artist to touch up his makeup, and smiled at Shen Hun apologetically through the mirror in front of him.
The latter just waved his hand and didn't seem to care about it.
Wei Wanyang's eyes moved slightly, "You... boyfriend didn't come?"
Shen Hou: "He has something to do temporarily."
"… not coming?"
"If it is late, it will come."
This topic was stopped in time, and Wei Wanyang stopped asking more.
"... Okay, Miss Wei. Do you see anything else that needs adjustment?" The designer asked respectfully after finishing the last stitch.
"Okay, you can go out first."
The designer and makeup artist leave.
There were only two people left in the huge lounge.
Shen Hou: "No bridesmaids?"
"The two Songs who don't like entertainment circles." Most of her friends are in this circle.
"Who will hand you the wedding ring at that moment?"
"Xiao Le volunteered."
Shen Hun smiled and nodded: "This is better than the bridesmaid."
Wei Wanyang’s face was full of the pride of being a mother, but he didn’t see the joy and shyness of being a bride: “It’s all good or not.”
Shen Wan couldn't answer the conversation.
Wei Wanyang took out a document from the drawer and handed it over: "These are the few big movies that the company plans to invest in next year, with an amount of hundreds of millions at every turn. I don't have that much authority and I need your signature."
"Now?" Shen Hou took it, but didn't rush to open it.
"If it's convenient for you, of course, the sooner the better..." There is a movie in it that is cooperating with Director Zhuang. The other party requires a sole investor. With the reputation there, many companies are already ready to move.
Wei Wanyang stayed up all night and worked overtime for this plan for a whole week. The sooner it is settled, the greater the chance of winning it.
Shen Hou couldn't laugh or cry: "I'm still working hard on the wedding day. Should I give you a promotion and a salary increase?"
"Even if you are promoted, you can have a salary increase." She is now the president of Feiyang Entertainment, where will she be promoted again
Shen Hou looked at her insistently, opened the file, and quickly browsed through it.
A quarter of an hour later.
Shen Hou: "Two questions."
Wei Wanyang subconsciously sat up straight, "You speak."
"The return on investment of "Dream of Flowers" is too low. If the quality of the script is not enough to hit the film awards, the investment will be cut in half."
"Well, I will let the people below strictly control the script."
"Second question, if Director Zhuang is seeking a unique investment in this film, then one of the heroes and heroines must be an artist of our company."
Wei Wanyang frowned, seemingly embarrassed.
"The first condition put forward by the other party is the freedom to choose the role, and this person solemnly..." She paused, "From the previous communication and contacts, the temper is directly proportional to the fame. It is difficult for him to give in."
"If you don't agree, don't sign." Shen Hou said lightly.
"But the quality of this film is really good. I have seen the script. The commercial value and artistic value coexist reasonably. Not only does it have a guaranteed box office, it is also expected to hit the awards of foreign film festivals."
"Is it reasonable for Party B to want to ride on Party A's head?"
Wei Wanyang had a meal.
Shen Wei brushed and signed the name in several other places where he signed, but only skipped the solemn page, slap-
close.
Return to Wei Wanyang: "The other party uses us as an ATM, but can't give the same sincerity. This is not cooperation, it is squeeze. There is more than one good script, and he is not the only good director. You have to remember-rich Yes, always dad."
The last sentence came out of Shen Wei's mouth with a thunderous sound, like a blow to the head, slamming Wei Wanyang awake.
"I understand."
…
At twelve o'clock noon, the wedding officially began.
Amidst the melodious music, the bride stepped onto the red carpet and slowly led a five-year-old boy to the bridegroom who was smiling and waiting at the end of the red carpet.
"That's Song Gan's son? How old is it?"
"Five years old."
"Although it is to get on the bus first and then make up the fare, it is too blatant."
"Why do you think such a woman can marry a rich family and become a young grandmother? It's not because the third-generation eldest son of the Song family came out of her belly!"
"..."
Wei Xiaole is dressed in a suit, with a small stature like a poplar, but his face is serious and unsuitable for his age.
He took Wei Wanyang's hand, taking every step steadily.
Finally, the mother and son walked to the end of the red carpet, and Song Gan took Wei Wanyang's hand and put it on his arms.
The little boy narrowed his mouth and reluctantly retreated to the side.
Fang Yaqin hurriedly took him into her arms, "We Xiaole are really smart and did a great job!"
"But I gave my mother to someone else..." The little milk voice revealed a deep grievance.
Fang Yaqin's heart melted: "Silly Bao, that's not someone else, it's your father. From now on, we will be a family."
"What about mom?"
Fang Yaqin had a meal, as if he had figured out something, a touch of relief appeared on his face: "Of course he is also a family."
The little boy grinned and smiled brightly.
As the VIP guest invited by the woman, Shen Hun sits in the first seat on the right hand side, very close to the stage, and can see the whole process of the bride and groom taking oaths, exchanging rings, and embracing each other without any obstruction.
Maybe Wei Wanyang is still confused about the meaning of this marriage, but from the perspective of an outsider, Shen Wei only saw the involuntary smile on her lips, revealing a hint of secret sweetness.
One day in the future, she will always want to understand.
…
"Brother, look! Shen Hou is there—"
Qi Zichen's eyebrows suddenly jumped, and she pressed her hand that pointed randomly: "Auntie, grandma, can't you stop?"
Qi Ziyan curled his lips: "Be kind of a donkey liver and lungs, you deserve to be single for a lifetime!"
"..."
"Huh! See how long you can hold back!" The woman stamped her foot with anger.
Qi Zichen glanced at her coldly, "Beware of the floor being pierced by you."
"I am happy! I am happy!"
Got it! When he said nothing.
The ceremony is over, and it is the last part of the bride tossing the bouquet.
Many young people huddled in the audience to join in the fun-
"Bride! Look here!"
"Smash here!"
"Brother Song, I'm not married yet, you let my sister-in-law watch and throw away—"
Talking about each other, hustle and bustle.
Qi Ziyan glanced at her brother beside him, and was too lazy to call him, anyway, he couldn't call him, and simply squeezed into the crowd by himself.
She wants to bouquet too...
Unexpectedly, Qi Zichen, who hadn't been moved by Wannian, also got up.
"Brother, what are you doing?"
"Grab the bouquet."
"No..." Qi Ziyan grabbed his cuffs with a damn expression on his face, "What are you doing for the bouquet?"
"I will do what you do."
Qi Ziyan is slightly confused, what is she doing
Of course, it is a happy marriage.
Just as she was in a daze, the bride had already turned her back to everyone, throwing out her bouquet, and amidst the noise, the only lucky person was born.
Qi Zichen smiled and hugged the bouquet: "Everyone, accept it."
Having said that, there is no hint of humility in his expression.
Shen Wei didn't go to join in the excitement, people were on the scene, but his thoughts drifted farther and farther.
Before she left the house, she was thinking about what would make the always prudent third master Zhang Huang look down upon. Even Quan Hanting was shocked and even gave up attending the wedding.
You know, some time ago, this guy still stalked and wanted to use this to declare his true boyfriend's identity.
It seems that it is sad but not happy...
Suddenly, the noise became louder, and the waves were higher than the waves, and gradually moved closer to Shen Hun's side.
When she came back to her senses, Qi Zichen had stopped in front of her, holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand and matching the white suit, and Shen Wei almost thought it was him who was going to get married.
"you… "
"This, I grabbed it." Qi Zichen shook the bouquet in his hand, his expression a little smug.
Shen Hun raised his eyebrows, completely calmed down: "So?" Do you want to praise him for his greatness
The man looked directly at her dark and clear eyes, the slowly flowing smile concealed the tension hidden in the depths, "Now, for you."
After speaking, put the bouquet in her arms carefully.
Shen Hun's expression was slightly stunned. Before he could speak, his ears were aching because of the sudden noise.
"Yes, Shao Qi!"
"I didn't see that your kid would do this trick."
"Who said that the young master of the Qi family is like a little monk who is not like a girl? Come out, I promise not to kill him!"
"What is meant by'borrowing flowers to present Buddha'? I have seen it today! Niu X—"
"The flowers are all sent, why should I confess and show love?!"
"Yes! confession—confession—"
From the beginning, they said different things, laughed and jokes, and now the guests shouted "confession" in unison, and even the eyes of the new couple on the stage were attracted. Qi Zichen's cheeks flushed at a speed visible to the naked eye, but that The eyes are getting brighter.
"Hiss!" Wei Wanyang couldn't help gasping after seeing what was going on in the audience.
"Eh-what are you doing?" Song Gan dragged the person back.
"Of course I told them to stop making trouble."
"When getting married, it's fun. If everyone is willing, why not?"
Wei Wanyang stared at him in disbelief: "Others don't know, why are you stupid? Shen Hou has a boyfriend!"
"So what?" The man shrugged disapprovingly.
The absence of Quan Hanting means that Shen Hun's weight in his mind is not as important as they thought.
It's not to blame Song Gan for this kind of thinking.
Looking at Ningcheng, there are many people who want to take advantage of the power to defend this shareholder's style, but Shen Hou is just a little lucky, and it happens to be in that person's eye.
After all, it's just a pastime.
Thinking that Quan Hanting had made Chu Yujiang pressed on him step by step before, Song Gan felt the boss in his heart.
He's tough, he just can't, but it's okay to stand by and pry him into the corner.
"You let go." Wei Wanyang glared.
"Not loose." He began to shame. "Don't forget our bet."
The woman became stiff.
Song Qian took advantage of the situation and wrapped her in his arms, clasped her tightly, and put her lips to the side of her white and delicate earlobes, "Wait for me tonight!"
"rogue!"
"Quan Hanting hasn't come, I'm willing to accept the bet, is it possible..." The man narrowed his eyes, "Do you want to cheat?"
Wei Wanyang was held by him, Song Gan's breathing was close at hand, she only felt her heartbeat speed up, and her whole body was rushing to her face.
"Don't do this..." The voice was trembling, and the tone was soft and unfamiliar to her herself.
"Which?"
"... Who, who said that Hirobori's boyfriend is not coming? He was only temporarily delayed."
"Sneez—you also believe in such a coaxing excuse?"
Wei Wanyang glanced at him coldly: "Do you seem to understand it well?"
Song Gan's scalp was numb, and he didn't know what expression to make, so he laughed.
"Oh, virtue!"
"Don't make trouble unreasonably. You are clearly talking about other people, so don't talk to me."
"Well, what is your guilty conscience?"
Song Gan choked: "...Where am I guilty?"
"Liar! Get out of it—" After finishing speaking, he stamped his heel and stepped directly on the back of the man's instep.
Songgan suffered from pain and was forced to let go.
Wei Wanyang ran away two steps, turned his head and cast a contemptuous look at him, and then plunged into the most lively place in the arena without hesitation, trying to help Shen Wei to clear the siege.
It's a pity that before she ran there, a louder noise erupted, accompanied by whistles that were not too loud to watch the excitement.
The enthusiasm of the people eating melons has never been higher than ever.
Even people who are a little further apart are gradually attracted.
Yang Lan: "What happened? Everyone went in that direction."
Shen Chunjiang was indifferent.
Shen Qian just glanced at it and couldn't help frowning.
If he remembers correctly, Shen Hou was sitting at that table.
"Eh-Aqian, what are you doing?"
"Mom, what might have happened at the scene, you'd better inform Uncle Song and Aunt Song and let them send someone to solve it."
Yang Lan nodded hurriedly, "I'm going now!"
At the same time as the riots occurred, Fang Yaqin noticed that today was her son's wedding. She had made many preparations beforehand, and it was almost over now, let alone accidents.
She and Song Yuanshan rushed to the center of the incident immediately, and saw that the root of the riot came from Shen Hou, and she was in a bad shape.
"Why do you have her everywhere?! It's really bad luck!"
Song Yuanshan: "Okay, it's not the time to talk about this, first think of a way to solve the problem!"
At this time, Qi Zichen, who had been brewing for a long time, finally spoke up—
"Shen Hou, actually I..."
"Hou Hun, what are you doing?" A wicked and deep voice penetrated horizontally, strong and domineering.
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In fact, the answer to the question is A, yes, Liu Ye fell from the sky~ Have you been tricked? Is this turning point very exciting? Hahaha