"Mr. Shen, congratulations. In a blink of an eye, Mingda Group has already reached its 52nd anniversary, and this one hundred-foot-long success is just around the corner!
"Mrs. Shen is very energetic at happy events, she looks really good!"
The man and woman who spoke were Song Yuanshan, the president of MT Finance, and Fang Yaqin, the wife of the president.
Shen Chunjiang opened his eyes and smiled, and hugged Song Yuanshan: "Thanks for your precious words."
Yang Lan cordially pulled Fang Yaqin, and whispered quietly between women.
"... I heard that the one your family just recognized will also appear today?"
Yang Lan smiled stiffly.
Fang Yaqin sighed and patted the back of her hand: "I didn't mean to watch your jokes at all. After all, there is a bright illegitimate child in my family. Now his wings are plump, he doesn't put people in his eyes. That's why. , I can understand your current mood better than anyone else. It's not important to feel uncomfortable. The key is not to be reconciled!"
The illegitimate son in Fang Yaqin's mouth is Song Lin.
As soon as Yang Lan heard it, tears burst into her eyes. Those grievances accumulated on her chest seemed to have finally found a way to vent: she almost choked up: "Yaqin, my heart is bitter..."
Bringing the Song family to the reception, Shen Chunjiang and Yang Lan welcomed He Hongye and his wife of Valin Electronics and Qin Song and his wife of Xufeng Real Estate with the same enthusiasm.
So far, the four major families of Ningcheng, Shen, He, Qin, and Song, have gathered together.
In the room on the second floor, Shen Hun looked at himself in the mirror with rough makeup and transformed into a ghost. His eyes were cold, and he knocked off the make-up artist's hand.
"Miss, how can you... hit someone?" The young woman was tearful and she covered the back of her hand, as if she had been wronged by the heavens.
She is very young, and she is not ugly, soft and weak, and arouses pity.
It's a pity that Shen Hou is not a man, and the fox wants to have sex, but he chooses the wrong person. This is not only a waste of effort, but may also be counterproductive.
However, the pain is real.
Shen Hou used a lot of force and was not merciful.
"As a professional make-up artist, you can turn me into this way, and having hands is equal to being disabled."
"Then you can't hit me either!"
Shen Hou picked up the eyebrow pencil that had fallen from her hand on the dressing table and placed Zhou Zheng, "I know, it’s really not easy for you to collect money to do things like this. It’s really not easy to turn me into this way. As for whose money you collect, I Don’t be curious, and don’t care. Now there are two ways for you to choose: first, continue to die, and I will make you die faster and more ugly, and promise to ruin you before you get the benefits. After all, The reputation of makeup artists who don’t know how to make-up is broken, and it will be difficult to get involved in this business in the future. Don’t doubt whether I have this ability, although I’m still a little bit ready to deal with my two sisters, but a little makeup artist is more than enough to take care of you. Not to mention anything else, I believe that many people will buy it if Miss Shen San's identity is taken out."
The makeup artist turned pale.
Shen Hun looked at her coldly through the mirror in front of him.
The little girl began to tremble all over, "No... you can't do this..."
"Oh, then there is only a second way. Now, take your tools, give me the makeup again, until I am satisfied. You can't explain it, but you can push it on my head. I don't have a lot of debt. Press down, they deal with me, it is much harder than deal with you."
The makeup artist's eyes lit up, bowing her head and ears: "Miss San, it was my fascination just now, so now... restart?"
Shen Hun looked at the face in the glasses in disgust, and said coldly: "Take it off!"
A quarter of an hour before the opening of the reception, the makeup artist came out of the room carrying the box and ran into the smiling Shen Yan.
The two walked to the corner one after the other.
"Explain your affairs well?"
The makeup artist lowered her head and said, "I deliberately made her ugly. Before I left, she was still crying on the dressing table, mumbling about removing heavy chemicals... I didn't care, just slipped away. Up."
"Good job. The money has been transferred to your account, no more, no less, just 10,000 yuan, which is easier than applying a few faces on your face."
"Thank you second lady."
"Let's go, shut your mouth tightly!"
"Yes."
With the last five minutes left before the opening of the cocktail party, the host, sound, lighting, and drinks are all in place.
Shen Yan took Shen Ru's hand, curled up from the room with her high heels, and walked out of the room before going downstairs. She deliberately walked around to the innermost room of Shen Wei, and knocked—
"Are you ready? The banquet will begin soon!"
Nothing happened.
"Shen Hou?! Are you dead?! Can't even speak?!"
"Go away, don't worry about you!" With a crying cry, Shen Yan's body was comfortable, and she turned her head and exchanged a look with Shen Ru, her tone was obviously gloating—
"The dog bites Lu Dongbin! Since you don't know what is good or bad, then we won't wait and cry ourselves!"
After speaking, he turned and left.
Shen Ru frowned: "A Yan, what did you do?"
"Humph! Just teach her a little lesson, sister, don't worry about it."
Shen Ru's eyes flickered, and he stopped asking questions, and of course he didn't care about Shen Hu's life and death.