Meng Ziheng was a very attentive person, and he could tell from the calligraphy on the rice paper that Song Ye was in a bad mood, and he also knew that his roommate was a very reserved guy who would not easily tell others about his troubles.
Looking at this small body that was as thin as a piece of paper, Meng Ziheng blurted out the invitation without thinking.
However, Song Ye opposite him was silent, seeming to be thinking about something.
Only then did Meng Ziheng suddenly think of the rumors outside now. If Song Ye appeared at the banquet, especially if there was no three hundred taels of silver here, it would only cause trouble for the other party. When he thought of this, he lowered his eyes. He said softly, "Sorry."
"Okay." At the same time, another answer popped out of Song Ye's mouth.
What did she just say? good
Meng Ziheng raised his head suddenly, and before he could reach it, he ran into a pair of cold and waveless eyes. The gentle and shallow light inside was like an eternal mirror, which seemed to be able to penetrate the heart.
Bang bang, Meng Ziheng felt his heart skip a beat for a moment, and realized that the distance between the two was too close. He turned his head slightly, averting his gaze and not daring to look at those eyes again, "You agreed?" He said I checked again, but I didn't know what I was feeling guilty about.
"Well, send it to me when the time and place are up." Song Ye didn't notice anything strange. After answering, he changed to go to the cabinet to get clothes, and went straight to the bathroom to take a shower.
It wasn't until Meng Ziheng mentioned the banquet just now that Song Ye remembered that the Bai family's secret slander of the Meng family had something to do with her, so she decided to go out and see what was going on.
Meng Ziheng, who was left in place, didn't know what Song Ye was thinking. He was stunned for a long time before a gentle smile appeared on his face. He lowered his eyes and looked at the calligraphy on the rice paper in his hand, and finally carefully put it on his desk. below.
Until she received Meng Ziheng's message, Song Ye didn't take it seriously. After casually throwing her phone into the space, she began to concentrate on studying her ability to spread out the space.
After returning from Southern Province, she had been trying various training methods, and finally got the hang of it.
The principle of the air wall formed by the outer space is the same as her detection ability. It takes time to construct. The wider the place, the longer it takes to detect. The air wall increases with the size of the solid object. It will also take longer, and the condensation of the air wall requires a lot of energy and physical strength, which is much more difficult than detection.
But on the other hand, the higher the difficulty factor, the greater the practicality. The defense of this air wall is quite powerful. Song Ye tried to use a submachine gun to fire continuously but could not penetrate it. On the battlefield, this is equivalent to a natural Tempered glass is another extremely powerful plug-in.
Because of practicing Qi Wall, even though she took a lot of supplements and good food during her return to school, Song Ye still couldn't gain weight. Her fair face often looked pale, which made her often ask for leave, and the class teacher was helpless.
When the Meng family held a banquet that day, Wang Qianqian originally said she was going to pick up Song Ye, but the expansion of the Night Gang required Song Ye's command, so when the banquet was about to start, Song Ye hurriedly arrived.
The highest-level banquet venue in Shishi City is Tianxin Pavilion, so Song Ye handed over the invitation at the front desk and went to the banquet hall on the second floor.
It's December, and the weather has turned cooler. Men and women can be seen wearing coats and jackets everywhere on the streets. However, banquets in the upper class have always been about elegance rather than warmth, so as soon as you enter the venue, as far as you can see, there are still suits and jackets. The suspender dress is like spring in all seasons.
There was heating in the venue, so it wasn't actually cold. However, Song Ye was wearing a jacket but didn't intend to take it off. She had consumed too much energy recently and her body's cold resistance had plummeted. She would not wrong herself for a banquet.
However, she thought that she was not the protagonist and did not matter. However, when Wang Qianqian, Fang Ye and others came around to look for her, there were still a lot of prying eyes around her.
"Song Ye, are you still feeling unwell?" Wang Qianqian came over and pulled Song Ye's clothes, a little worried. As a friend, she didn't think there was anything wrong with Song Ye's clothes. She just saw that the heating in the venue was fully turned on. She was still wrapped up like this, caring about her body.
"I also have a down jacket in the car. Can someone bring it to you?" Fang Ye also made a suggestion.
Song Ye waved her hands and felt speechless. "It's not that weak. It'll be fine after a while." She also knew that she had been practicing her powers too hard recently, which was why she looked so weak. It seemed that she had to slow down. OK.
Several people talked around her for a while, then the lights in the banquet hall suddenly went out, and the spotlight above shone on the high platform. When everyone's eyes gathered, they saw an old man with gray hair standing on crutches. In front of the microphone.
"Is this the old man of the Meng family?" Song Ye asked the people beside him, but did not move his eyes away from the high platform.
"Well, Meng Ziheng will also be on stage later. This banquet is probably to explain the rumors, but I just saw their child bride." Wang Qianqian lowered her voice, her tone full of gossip.
After Song Ye heard this, he moved his eyes to both sides of the high platform. On the left side was the eye-catching Meng Ziheng, with a cold and solemn face, but the right side was empty, with only a corner of his skirt exposed behind the decorated background board.
It seems that the old man of the Meng family is trying to cause trouble.
But after all, this was Meng Ziheng's own emotional matter, and Song Ye didn't want to say anything.
"Thank you all for coming to our Meng family's banquet. The main purpose of this banquet is to clarify the rumors about my grandson Meng Ziheng some time ago." Mr. Meng had a straight face, like a patriarch in ancient feudal times. He is serious and old-fashioned, speaking in measured tones and giving instructions one step at a time.
Under such a process, Meng Ziheng was accustomed to standing in front of the high platform and turning his excuses for prevaricating the marriage into a joke.
Originally, the matter came to an end at this point. Regardless of whether others believed it or not, from now on, even if there was doubt, it could not be stated openly.
But Mr. Meng suddenly announced the marriage in a high profile at this time, "In order to put an end to the rumors as soon as possible, my grandson Ziheng decided to make a marriage contract with my adopted daughter Fu Tong'er of the Meng family and choose a date to get married."
At that time, everyone saw the astonishment on Meng Ziheng's face, both on and off the stage.
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