Ye Qingxin looked at Jing Boyuan, the corners of his mouth raised unconsciously.
My heart is very sweet and very happy.
The two ordered food, and after waiting for a while, the waiter began to serve the food.
While eating, Ye Qingxin raised her head inadvertently, and saw two people coming in from the restaurant, one of them, she knew, was one of Jing Boyuan's best friends.
Xiao Yan.
He was accompanied by a tall and beautiful young woman.
"Boyuan." Ye Qingxin shouted, and pointed at the door with her chin lifted.
Jing Boyuan turned his head following her gaze, Xiao Yan had already noticed them, and while looking over, he turned and walked over.
The woman behind him stood there in a daze for a moment, as if hesitating whether to follow up or not. After a while, she stood there without moving, probably unable to make up her mind to come.
"Boyuan." Xiao Yan greeted Jing Boyuan, and then called out to Ye Qingxin: "Sister-in-law."
Jing Boyuan looked at him and nodded.
Xiao Yan was also more than ten years older than Ye Qingxin. Ye Qingxin felt awkward being called sister-in-law by someone so much older than herself, but she didn't show it on her face, and greeted with a calm smile: "Mr. Xiao."
Just as she was hesitating whether to get up or not, she heard Xiao Yan say: "I won't disturb your meal, see you later." After speaking, she turned and returned to the original place, followed the waiter into the restaurant, probably to the private room, and the young woman followed closely.
Ye Qingxin's eyes fell on the young woman who was following Xiao Yan, she looked really good-looking, she looked familiar, as if she had seen her somewhere.
"Xiao Yan is in love?" She looked away and asked Jing Boyuan.
Xiao Yan looked cold, and his attitude towards that girl was not warm, and it didn't seem like that kind of relationship.
Jing Boyuan served Ye Qingxin a bowl of tofu soup, and casually replied, "I don't know."
Ye Qingxin didn't ask any more questions.
After eating, the two came out of the restaurant. There was a waiter at the door who held umbrellas for the guests, but the wind blew the snowflakes around. Even with the umbrellas, a few snowflakes inevitably fell on their bodies. When they got into the car, the temperature inside the car was much higher than outside, and the snowflakes immediately melted into water.
Jing Boyuan took out a tissue to help Ye Qingxin absorb the water droplets on the down jacket that hadn't had time to seep into the fabric.
Vinci Group launched the Stupid Girl Relief Foundation more than ten years ago. It has built more than 700 shelters, special schools, and non-profit factories across the country, and has rescued more than 150,000 mentally handicapped girls who were abandoned or not.
Vinci organizes a large-scale fundraising event every year. At that time, all the bigwigs from all walks of life will be present, including some eye-catching big-name celebrities in the fashion and entertainment circles.
This is also one of the reasons why Jing Boyuan brought Ye Qingxin to the past. She will enter the fashion industry in the future, and it is very beneficial to meet some celebrities in the fashion circle.
The charity night is held at the Olympic Sports Center and starts at 7:30.
Jing Boyuan first drove Ye Qingxin to Yao Muqing's bridal shop. When Yao Muqing saw the two of them, he led them upstairs and changed Ye Qingxin into a custom-made evening dress.
The color of the dress is very plain, and the lace design on the upper body is romantic and exquisite. The satin floor-length skirt reflects a charming luster under the light, which makes Ye Qingxin look slim and graceful.
Yao Muqing originally wanted to match this dress with a pair of ten centimeter silver high heels, but Jing Boyuan told her to wear comfortable shoes, so she had to match it with a pair of diamond-studded flat heels.
Fortunately, Ye Qingxin is tall and thin, so even if she wears flat heels, she can hold up the dress.
Yao Muqing looked at Ye Qingxin who came out of the fitting room, the little girl was still beautiful without makeup, she turned her head to Jing Boyuan and said: "Such a beautiful person, if I were you, I would like it too."
After a pause, she continued: "Yesterday I saw Lianlian's French husband. He is quite infatuated, but I don't know why Lianlian insisted on divorcing him. Could it be because he has no more love for you?"
Saying that, Yao Muqing smiled.
After Ye Qingxin came out, she stood in front of the mirror, a little away from Jing Boyuan's side, Yao Muqing's voice was not loud, but she didn't hear her.
She glanced at Yao Muqing's smiling face, then turned to look at herself in the mirror.
In the mirror, she could see Jing Boyuan put down his overlapping long legs, stood up, said something to Yao Muqing calmly, and then walked towards her.
She also saw Yao Muqing's face change slightly after hearing Jing Boyuan's words.
Yao Muqing stood there, looking at Jing Boyuan's tall and stern back, just now Jing Boyuan said: "I don't want to hear such words in the future, especially in front of my wife."
The tone could be called gentle, but she heard the warning from it, and her heart thumped uncontrollably.
Jing Boyuan looked serious and seemed difficult to get along with, but those who knew him well knew that he was more easy-going in private, but his aura was too strong, which always made people feel restrained.
This was the first time for Yao Muqing to feel a strong warning from his words.
After a moment of silence, she raised her smiling face, and as if nothing had happened, she stepped forward and took Ye Qingxin to the dressing room to have her hair done.
Yao Muqing's eyes accidentally fell on the platinum necklace around Ye Qingxin's neck, she was slightly stunned, and then turned her head to look at the man who was following Ye Qingxin.
This man really fell in love with this little girl who was ten years younger than him.
At the beginning, although she knew that Jing Boyuan had a heart for Ye Qingxin, subconsciously, she was not optimistic about the two of them. The gap in all aspects was too great. She thought that Jing Boyuan was just like other rich men who were interested in little girls and kept them for fun.
Now it seems, not anymore.
Matching Ye Qingxin's dress, Yao Muqing tied her hair in a simple bun, and added a simple and elegant crystal hairpin for decoration.
"When is your wedding?" Yao Muqing asked Ye Qingxin with a smile.
I'm Mrs. Jing's necklace. The wedding is definitely not far away.
Speaking of the wedding, Ye Qingxin pursed her lips and smiled, showing a bit of shyness at the corners of her eyes and brows, and replied: "The sixth day of the new year."
"That's a good day, congratulations." Yao Muqing asked, "Have you decided on the wedding dress?"
Ye Qing nodded.
Yao Muqing turned around and said jokingly: "Bo Yuan, I'm here to make wedding dresses. When you got married, you didn't ask me to order a wedding dress. The fat and water don't go to outsiders' fields. If you have money, you have to give it to your friends."
Jing Boyuan smiled, but didn't answer her, walked over and held Ye Qingxin's hand, glanced at the steel watch on his left wrist, and said, "It's getting late, let's go."
Ye Qing nodded.
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bsp;Yao Muqing sent the two of them out of the shop, watched as Jing Boyuan wrapped Ye Qingxin in a down jacket, and tightly protected her into the white Land Rover that had never been turned off.
The car did not turn off, the air conditioner kept heating, and the temperature inside the car remained high. After Ye Qingxin got in the car wearing a dress, she could feel the warmth immediately.
What a caring man.
Knowing Jing Boyuan for so many years, Yao Muqing has never seen him be so considerate to any woman.
The snow didn't know when it stopped, and the air was so cold that it was a whirlwind of white mist.
It was already seven o'clock when Ye Qingxin and Jing Boyuan arrived at the Olympic Sports Center.
Jing Boyuan signed his name at the reception desk, took the number plate, and walked into the gate holding Ye Qingxin's hand. The lights above his head were bright, and the long red carpet led to another gate, and the light from that gate was even more dazzling.
The women walking on the red carpet in front were all wearing beautiful and noble evening gowns, vying for beauty and flamboyantly. The men were all in suits and leather shoes, and some were wearing tuxedos. There were many cameras on both sides of the red carpet, with flashing lights one after another. She somewhat understood why Jing Boyuan took her to change into a dress before coming here.
This is a very solemn occasion.
Ye Qingxin glanced at Jing Boyuan's down jacket wrapped around her body, it was so out of tune with this situation.
She quietly asked the tall man beside her, "Should I take off my down jacket?"
Jing Boyuan put his arm around her shoulder and said in a deep voice, "Take it off inside, it's a bit cold outside."
"But, look at the two women in front, they don't seem to be cold with so little clothes on."
"You are not them." Jing Boyuan hugged Ye Qingxin's arm tightly.
Ye Qingxin looked at him and smiled, didn't say anything, let him put his arm around her shoulders and walked through the red carpet and flashing lights.
After entering the door inside, someone immediately came over and led them to the designated location.
The charity night scene has a large space. There are ten columns and ten rows with a total of one hundred round tables in front of the stage. At this time, many people are already seated. Jing Boyuan is in the second row of the fifth column, which has the best view.
There are reporters and photographers from major media on both sides of the seat, tracking and reporting the whole process.
Ye Qingxin followed Jing Boyuan and sat down facing the stage. The tables with the best view were probably reserved for some heavyweights. She found that the other tables were almost full, only the few tables in the middle near the rostrum still had a lot of empty seats. There were many people Ye Qingxin knew well.
Cheng Ruyu turned her head and saw Jing Boyuan and Ye Qingxin, and immediately called Xiao Yan and He Jifan to Jing Boyuan's table, He Jifan followed Shiying, Ye Qingxin glanced at Shiying, then at He Jifan, frowned, turned her eyes away and said nothing.
A few men were talking, and Ye Qingxin looked at the scene calmly.
Suddenly, I discovered that there are many big-name stars in the entertainment industry, all of whom are well-known and powerful actors.
Looking around carefully, her pupils froze slightly. If she read correctly, the woman in the off-white evening dress sitting at the fifth table in the third row is Liao Jing, the president of SS Group China, who is known as the fashion devil in the fashion circle.
The most influential fashion magazine ssbs in China was founded by him.
Ye Qingxin often watches SSBS, so she knows it better.
She turned her head to look in Liao Jing's direction with shining eyes, and wanted to go over to get acquainted, but Liao Jing was chatting passionately with the person next to her, so it seemed presumptuous and rude for her to just go there.
Just as he was about to look away and wait for another chance, Liao Jing seemed to have sensed her gaze, turned his head to look at her, and smiled at her, and raised his wine glass to signal to her.
Actions and smiles are sending friendly messages.
Ye Qingxin's heart skipped a beat, she picked up the wine glass in front of her, got up and walked towards Liao Jing.
"Hello Mr. Liao, my name is Ye Qingxin, and I have long admired my name." Ye Qingxin smiled and greeted decently, neither humble nor overbearing.
Liao Jing glanced at Jing Boyuan's table calmly, then looked back at Ye Qingxin, and smiled gracefully: "Ms. Ye, hello, nice to meet you."
The two clinked glasses.
There was a crisp sound.
Ye Qingxin's friendship with the famous fashion devil in the fashion circle was established in this way.
Returning to her seat, Ye Qingxin was in joy.
Wanting to share what happened just now with Jing Boyuan, a middle-aged man happened to come over with a wine glass to say hello to Jing Boyuan, Xiao Yan, Cheng Ruyu, and He Jifan, and she retracted her words.
Immediately afterwards, more and more people came to say hello, Ye Qingxin sat quietly beside Jing Boyuan, smiling and facing everyone who cast their gazes.
Another wave of greeters left, Cheng Ruyu sighed, "It's really annoying, that's why I don't like these kinds of occasions."
"You don't have to come." Xiao Yan said coldly.
"I don't want to come. My dad has to force me to come. Otherwise, grandma will arrange a blind date for me. You say that a young talent like me still needs a blind date joke."
"Of course not. There are countless women who want to marry Mr. Cheng. It's just that the elders are older and have conservative ideas. They always think that they should get married and have children when they are older. It is inevitable that they will be a little impatient." Shi Ying interjected with a smile.
She was wearing a bright blue satin one-shoulder dress tonight, with a high belly, a plump figure, noble and elegant, with that appearance, those who don't know her might think that she is He Jifan's wife.
There are quite a few female stars in the entertainment industry like Shiying, who don't feel ashamed at all to give birth to rich men without a name.
Cheng Ruyu glanced at Shiying, but didn't answer, with an obvious cold attitude.
Embarrassment flashed across Shi Ying's face.
He Jifan sat silently on his seat, his expression was a little out of sorts, he didn't know what he was thinking.
Ye Qingxin glanced at him.
In the past, she didn't have a good impression of him, but she didn't have any bad feelings either.
Now, she felt a little uneasy to see him, because Dou Weier thought he was sincere to Dou Weier before, but now she brought another woman who was pregnant with his child to attend such a grand occasion with a high profile.
Such a vacillating man is the most annoying.
The closer the charity night starts, the more people enter the venue.
There were three more people sitting at Ye Qingxin's table, Ji Linyuan, Song Xianyu, and Gu Jiao.
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After the second change, it will be so early every day in the future, no surprises, no surprises