Leighton is Zhu's first high-end hotel brand, from planning, completion to operation are all led by Zhu Li alone. The interior decoration of the ultimate European style and the exterior decoration of the Byzantine dome made it attract the attention of the industry since the beginning of its construction. On the day of the ribbon cutting, there were naturally a lot of guests.
At two o'clock in the afternoon, Zhu Li, dressed in a wine-red dress, stood under the resplendent arched porch of the hotel, personally receiving the distinguished guests who came to the opening ceremony.
While she was shaking hands with a group of guests, the assistant whispered in her ear, "Miss Xu has been unable to be contacted. The driver you sent has been shut down for half an hour."
"Continue to call."
The assistant made a few more phone calls, but still no one answered: "If Ms. Xu can't make it, there will be one less person who cuts the ribbon. I'm afraid it's not auspicious..."
There were five ribbon-cutting people today, including Zhu Li's owner. As the daughter of Jinlu Jewelry and Zhu Li's close friend, Xu Qiao is also one of them.
It's just that there is only half an hour left before the ceremony starts, but she is missing.
"Prepare to be a substitute," Zhu Li glanced around in place, his eyes flicked across Cheng Ye, who was full of flamboyance and purple, "I just walked past that fourth-tier female star, Young Master Cheng's female companion."
Zhu Li probably guessed the situation on Xu Qiao's side.
Xu Qiao's requirements for clothing are almost abnormally strict. On such a ostentatious occasion, she didn't want to wear the clothes she could buy anywhere, and the high-end clothes she stole from home were ruined by coffee.
Although Zhu Li gave her a custom set of his own, the difference in body size between the two is too great—Zhu Li is a bone spirit, while Xu Qiao is a snake spirit with a protruding front and a back.
Her skirt is indeed a bit wronged that Miss Xu has nowhere to put the key parts.
According to Ms. Xu's temperament, if she can't appear on the stage glamorously, she would rather not appear on the stage.
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A quarter of an hour later, the assistant told Zhu Li that the substitute was already in place: "The auspicious time is too late, I can't wait for Ms. Xu."
"Then let that female star come on." Zhu Li pressed his temples and walked into the venue full of guests.
Gathered around the tea table were a few young female guests who hadn't taken their seats yet, each holding a goblet, chatting and laughing back and forth.
Someone brought up a new topic: "Why didn't you see Calabash Baby today?"
Immediately someone answered: "Yes, she didn't show up at Sotheby's auction a few days ago, didn't she and Zhu Li are very close, and she didn't show up on such a day?"
A young girl on the periphery asked ignorantly, "Sister, who are you talking about?"
"Xu Qiao of Jinlu, don't you know him?"
"Oh, I know, a very beautiful sister, but why do you call her Cucurbit Baby?"
Several insiders laughed wildly. Only when they laughed enough did someone explain: "Little cutie, you don't know that 'Jinlu Jewelry' was originally called 'Fulu Jewelry'. Xu Qianjin just transferred to Beicheng to study in elementary school. It was introduced that the family company is called Hulu Jewelry, we were all surprised, we had never heard of it before, and we found out after inquiring, oh, it turned out to be Fulu Jewelry. Xu Qianjin is from Nancheng, FH and FH don’t know each other!”
As they spoke, they covered their mouths and laughed again.
When Zhu Li walked into the venue, he just heard this map gun, and his eyes swept over coldly.
Everyone stopped talking.
Surrounded by all the stars, Wen Yue, who had been silent all this time, raised her wine glass and saluted Zhu Li from afar with a smile on her face.
The assistant persuaded in a low voice behind Zhu Li: "Mr. Zhu, don't be angry on happy days, you are all noble people who look up and see you down..."
Zhu Li nodded to Wen Yue with a cold face, as a greeting, and looked away.
If she didn't know Xu Qiao's past, Zhu Li might have scolded her for her perfectionism today, "I will suffer for my face".
But she understood why Xu Qiao lived so hard.
After Zhu Li passed by, several people continued to talk.
"Hey, tell me, the calabash baby has disappeared for so long, will something happen to the Xu family? Isn't her father a good gambler? Isn't Jin Lu about to go bankrupt?"
"That's not enough to..."
"It's hard to say. I heard from my dad that Jinlu has been going downhill for the past few years, and casinos are changing more rapidly than shopping malls. If something really happens to Xu Kangrong on the gaming table, he will be left with an idiot daughter and an underage son. , really no one can save Jin Lu, when the time comes..."
"At that time," a smiling female voice interrupted the whispers of several people, "contact the Swedish Academy to see if this wonderful story of yours is enough to be nominated for the Nobel Prize in Literature?"
Everyone froze and looked outside the double doors, and saw Xu Qiao wearing a curvaceous lilac purple high slit embroidered skirt and a pair of crystal shoes full of diamonds, standing there smiling and looking at them.
They are all bag addicted women, and they recognized at a glance that the metallic crocodile leather dinner bag in Xu Qiao's hand is an antique model with a price but no market, and that skirt is also a haute couture made by the same brand at the beginning of the year.
It's just that Xu Qiao's skirt has a lot of tailoring compared to the original retro conservative style. The slits are close to the heels of the legs, and there is also a flower-shaped hollow on the side waist.
It seems that because of this, she painted a light golden rose on the skin of the hollow to neutralize it, and put on another belt—the metal tassel on the lower edge of the side buckle of the belt just hangs down the side of the leg, revealing yet resting To make people fascinated.
Looking at the past like this, everyone's eyes were dazzled, and a long-standing question crossed their minds: There are many people who are richer than the Xu family, but why do they spend money so that people can only feel "so rich", Xu Spending money, but it will make people feel "this is too fucking amazing"
You know, they have witnessed how rustic Xu Qiao is.
But now the ugly duckling raised its swan neck and smiled at the stunned crowd: "Why, don't you like to win the Nobel Prize for Literature, do you just like to quietly make up stories behind people, Miss Wen?"
Wen Yue raised her eyebrows and looked at Zhao Baoxing beside her.
It wasn't her who arranged the Xu family's words just now, but Zhao Baoxing. In such gossip occasions, she has always been responsible for being noble, glamorous and silent. The things about talking are left to the "stars" who support her.
"Huh, did I hear wrong?" Xu Qiao looked at Zhao Baoxing, "I heard Miss Wen's voice outside the door. Could it be that Miss Zhao is the storyteller?"
Zhao Baoxing remained silent with a pale face.
She and Xu Qiao had torn faces eight hundred years ago, and there was nothing wrong with admitting it in private.
But I don't know if it was a coincidence, the moment Xu Qiao entered the door, the accompaniment music suddenly stopped. These few words of hers easily penetrated half of the venue, causing many people's eyes to focus on them.
Zhao Baoxing came with his father today. Father has always disliked her making troubles outside. If she confessed in public, she would lose face to the Zhao family, and she might be dealt with.
"No, I didn't..." Zhao Baoxing bit the bullet and blamed Wen Yue.
Wen Yue lowered her face, cast a cold glance at Zhao Baoxing, put down her wine glass and left the venue.
Xu Qiao looked puzzled, and said to herself: "Aren't you two good sisters? One week and one month, what's the matter?"
The accompanying music sounded again, and the episode of the girl's house was over. Except for Wen Zhao and his family, who looked unhappy, the rest of the guests continued to chat and laugh as if nothing had happened.
Xu Qiao walked towards Zhu Li: "The sound controller cooperated well."
Zhu Li looked at her a few times: "Where did you get the dress? It's not mine."
"The one with the coffee spilled on it. I was chasing the garbage truck when you called me."
"..." This spirit of being able to bend and stretch is definitely a person who can achieve great things. If anyone scolds Princess Xu Qiao for being ill, she, Zhu Li, will be the first to jump.
Zhu Li leaned closer to the dress and smelled it, but there was no sour smell, and there was a little coffee smell, but Xu Qiao was very clever, and sprayed a perfume of the same tone to cover it up.
"But why didn't you see the coffee stains?" Zhu Li realized after asking, the slits, the hollowing out, Xu Qiao was clearly a stroke of genius, and cut off the stained part directly.
Realizing this, when she looked at the dress again, she couldn't help but look in awe.
Some people always say that Xu Qiao is an idiot, but in fact it's just that his face is so outstanding that it covers up other shining points. In terms of design taste, those people are separated from Xu Qiao by a Pacific Ocean. It is estimated that they still foolishly think that Xu Qiao's clothes are frequently sought after by authoritative trends because of her beauty.
but…
Zhu Li frowned: "I remember correctly, didn't you study jewelry design? Can you still have a hand in fashion design?"
"It's called design, isn't it similar?"
"..." Fairy almost.
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Xu Qiao arrived in time, the ribbon-cutting ceremony was held as originally planned, and the curtain ended perfectly.
But the fourth-tier female star was not happy, and kept crying in the corner of the venue.
Xu Qiao felt that the other party's sadness was well-founded. After taking the script of being ordered in danger, the 40-meter sword was drawn out, and it turned out that he would not be allowed to save the field if he didn't let it go. Wouldn't be happy to change anyone.
For example, if this happened to Wen Yue, maybe the Wen family could put Zhu Li and Xu Qiao together.
But Zhu Li was far-sighted, and the female star he was looking for had no backstage or background, and the sponsor who had just climbed up was Xu Qiao's loyal face fan—Cheng Ye.
So this matter is destined to not make waves.
At most, Xu Qiao was blocked by Cheng Ye after the ribbon cutting.
After the ribbon-cutting, there will be a reception, which is the main purpose of the celebrities gathering here - to socialize in circles. Xu Qiao was going to the banquet hall, when she saw the obstacles in the way, she smiled: "Young master Cheng is here to vent your anger on behalf of your girlfriend?"
"Which onion is she? Crying, crying, crying is annoying."
"Then what does Mr. Cheng want from me? I've been promoted to Mr. Cheng, you should take care of every opportunity."
Cheng Ye was taken aback: "When did I become Mr. Cheng, why didn't I know..."
His phone rang halfway through the conversation, and when he saw Cheng Lang's call, he didn't dare to answer it in a hurry: "Second brother, ah, you're here in Lidun? Oh, okay, I'll ask someone to arrange it."
Xu Qiao took the opportunity to walk towards the banquet hall, but was dragged back within two steps.
Chatting and teasing every day, touching her before washing your hands
She turned around and was about to scold, but when she turned her head, she heard a slight "呵—".
It seems that fashion design and jewelry design are still very different.
Because this skirt, which had been drastically modified by her, split openly after such a drastic movement.
Xu Qiao's face turned extremely ugly, and she moved her handbag to cover her side waist.
Cheng Ye was taken aback by her expression, let go of his hands and smiled dryly: "I'll pick up my second brother first, and see you in the banquet hall later."
"etc."
Xu Qiao tried to move, but found that the waistline on the other side was also cracked, her arms were tightly clamped, and she couldn't even take a mobile phone from her handbag, so she could only stop Cheng Ye: "That... I'm a little cold, you Get me a coat."
Cheng Ye didn't know the inside story, so he immediately went to unbutton his suit with a little pride.
"I won't wear yours!" Xu Qiao stopped him.
Cheng Ye's electric purple suit is as eye-catching as her, attracting the attention of the audience. If she wore his coat, she wouldn't be able to confirm her entangled relationship with him.
She swaggered with her celebrity girlfriend today, and the two of them were still hugging each other just now. In this way, she won't be made into a shameless mistress by those gossiping women? And it is the kind of ironclad evidence that everyone will believe.
"You're so ugly! Ask Zhu Li to help you find one." Xu Qiao turned around stiffly, "Thank you...thank you."
Just as Cheng Ye was about to ask, "Do you still need help with such a trivial matter, do you look down on someone?" when the phone rang again.
This time it was Cheng Lang's special assistant.
He didn't dare to delay any longer, leaving a sentence "Then you wait here for me" and hurried downstairs, seeing Cheng Lang coming in from the main entrance of the hotel, he immediately went up to meet him: "Second brother, why did you come to Lidun? You are so free Affection."
Cheng Lang stood still, with an expression of "What nonsense are you asking?": "Because I have time to spare."
Cheng Ye was so choked that he touched the back of his head, halfway through, and patted his own head vigorously: "Hey, second brother, tell me later, you go to the banquet hall first, I am in a hurry to get a coat." He pointed On the glass wall in the corridor on the second floor, "The little girl said it was cold, and she thought my clothes were ugly."
Cheng Lang looked in the direction of his fingers, and saw a woman with a slender figure with her back facing this direction, leaning against the glass wall cautiously, with her handbag firmly pressed on her side, whenever someone passed by in the corridor, she would just look around nonchalantly, posing to wait for someone attitude.
But the back, which she had neglected, was torn off at this moment with a dazzling and embarrassing whiteness.
Cheng Lang's pupils shrank, he quickly looked away, paused, and raised his hand to unbutton his suit.
Cheng Ye had just transitioned from the emotion of "his brother is indeed his brother, even taking off his coat", to the question of "wait for why his brother took off his coat", when he heard a cold and ruthless final word—
"The little girl doesn't seem to be interested in you. The coat will be broken after delivering it." Cheng Lang said, lifting the high-end suit in his hand, and raised his chin, "Take the one that isn't ugly."