Zhou Yingying's best friends know what Zhou Yingying thinks about Liu Chuan. When they see Liu Chuan and Fu Ling whispering, they will inevitably feel injustice for Zhou Yingying.
A shabby-looking girl walked up to Liu Chuan and said, "Liu Chuan, is this your friend? Why don't you introduce it."
Liu Chuan raised his eyes and glanced at the girl, and said to Fu Ling, "Little Fu, this is my classmate Jiang Lan."
Fu Ling smiled sweetly, "Hello!"
Jiang Lan looked at Fu Ling and asked, "Should I call you Big Sister?"
Liu Chuan's face was a bit ugly, but Fu Ling didn't care, and continued to smile and said, "Well, I am three years older than Liu Chuan. If you are classmates, you should call me sister."
Jiang Lan sneered sarcastically, "Oh, female juniors are holding gold bricks!"
Fu Ling smiled more happily, "I borrow your good words!"
Jiang Lan rolled his eyes and said to Liu Chuan, "You really have a foresight!"
For such a naked sarcasm, Liu Chuan smiled without anger, "Thank you for your compliment."
Jiang Lan was really speechless for these two people. He glanced at Fu Ling's dress and said, "I can't think that Yingying is wearing a small dress. You wear a good fit."
Fu Ling's face was innocent and innocent, "Are you talking about this skirt? Every piece of clothing Liu Chuan bought for me fits perfectly. I wonder how he did it. It turned out that Yingying was asked to try it on for me. what."
Fu Ling turned his head and said to Liu Chuan with admiration in his eyes: "You are so smart."
Liu Chuan looked at Fu Ling with a fond look, "Of course I have to pay attention to buying clothes for you. If you buy the wrong clothes, what do you do if you are unhappy."
Fu Ling said shyly: "How can I be so unreasonable."
Liu Chuan smiled softly, "How can you be unreasonable, I'm afraid you will be unhappy."
Jiang Lan was speechless, her skill was still shallow, and she couldn't stand the show of affection between these two acting schools.
Jiang Lan didn't know how to continue, and a sour voice came from the side, "Oh, Liu Chuan hasn't seen him for a long time."
Liu Chuan looked up and saw Zhou Yingying's cousin, "Well, it's been a long time."
The cousin glanced at Fu Ling and asked Liu Chuan, "Is this your sister?"
Liu Chuan smiled, "This is my girlfriend Fu Ling."
The cousin looked surprised and said: "Your girlfriend? Isn't your girlfriend Yingying us?"
The cousin's voice was loud, and all the guests around looked at them.
Liu Chuan said positively: "You have misunderstood. Yingying and I have been classmates for many years."
The arrogant Zhou Yingying wanted to strangle her cousin to death, but with a smile on her face, she said to her cousin: "Cousin, it may be that Liu Chuan has been like her brother to take care of me, and you have misunderstood. Liu Chuan and Fu Ling have already been asked to take care of me. It’s been a long time since we were in a foreign country. Liu Chuan often mentioned Sister Fu Ling in front of me when we were abroad."
The cousin said with an embarrassment: "So I misunderstood."
At this time, the waiter brought drinks and red wine, and Liu Chuan thoughtfully poured a glass of orange juice for Fu Ling.
Zhou Yingying smiled and turned to say hello to other friends. No one noticed that Zhou Yingying's nails had pierced her palms.
The waiter began to serve food, Zhou Yingying went to change into an evening dress studded with sequins, accompanied by a middle-aged man, walked to the center of the hall, and the waiter put on a birthday cake.
Fu Ling asked Liu Chuan strangely, "Why is Uncle Zhou different from before?"
Liu Chuan froze for a moment, then smiled and said, "This is not Uncle Zhou who invited us to dinner. This is Zhou Yingying's uncle Zhou Weidong. This birthday party was hosted by her uncle."
Fu Ling asked puzzledly: "Then Zhou Yingying's father?"
In fact, Fu Ling wanted to ask Zhou Weiguo in the first place? Because Fu Ling still remembers the FǔBài of Zhou Weiguo's face.
Liu Chuan smiled contemptuously and explained in a soft voice: "Uncle Zhou is now in the spring breeze and is proud of his career. How can he have time to attend his daughter's birthday party. Besides, although this banquet hall has six banquets, but Zhou Yingying's classmates and friends It's less than two tables, the others are her friends of Zhou Weidong, how can Uncle Zhou come forward?"
Fu Ling looked around, and Liu Chuan was right. The guests sitting here looked either rich or expensive. Except for Zhou Yingying’s friends, a person with a thousand red envelopes would be less than 40,000. Besides, this scene, who could be embarrassed to give it away. How about a thousand red envelopes? !
Fu Ling blinked and asked in a low voice, "How much red envelope did you pack?"
Liu Chuan smiled, "Two thousand."
Fu Ling's eyes gleamed, "Wow, you have paid two thousand."
Looking at Fu Ling's expression, Liu Chuan couldn't help but say, "Little Fu, you are so cute."
Fu Ling was still figuring out how much Zhou Yingying could receive this time, but didn't pay attention to what Liu Chuan said. But the expressions of Fu Ling and Liu Chuan changed, but Zhou Yingying could see clearly. Liu Chuan's smile made Zhou Yingying feel more hateful.
After Zhou Yingying cut the cake, the waiter distributed the cake to each table.
Although Fu Ling had eaten at home, he still couldn't stand the food** and began to concentrate on dining.
Liu Chuan helps Fuling pick up dishes and pours water from time to time. He is really considerate. Seeing Zhou Yingying gritted her teeth.
Zhou Yingying quietly called Zhou Weidong's assistant, and after a few words in a low voice, Zhou Weidong's assistant glanced at Fu Ling and turned to leave.
Fu Ling's cultivation base is not worth mentioning in the eyes of the evildoers, but compared with ordinary people, Fu Ling's six senses are still super sensitive. She was eating happily, and suddenly felt the bad wind behind her, and immediately got up and escaped.
A bowl of hot soup was sprinkled on the table in front of Fu Ling's seat. Although Fu Ling flashed fast, some of the soup splashed on the hem of the skirt.
What made Fu Ling most distressed was that her expensive windbreaker was splashed with a few drops of soup because it was placed on the back of the chair.
Liu Chuan asked Fu Ling worriedly, "Is it hot?"
Fu Ling shook his head and looked at his clothes distressedly.
The waiter who got into trouble, standing aside with an empty soup bowl, kept saying sorry.
Liu Chuan's face was as deep as a thousand-year-old iceberg. He wiped the rune with a napkin and said, "It's okay, I'll buy you a new one tomorrow."
Fu Ling took a deep breath and said with a smile: "Where can I buy a new one, I'll just go back and wash it."
Zhou Yingying came over and glanced at Fu Lingxin and said: It's a pity that this bowl of soup, why didn't you burn you to death
Zhou Yingying said to the waiter: "Why are you so careless
Liu Chuan picked up Fu Ling's windbreaker and said to Zhou Yingying: "My girlfriend and I are going home first."
Zhou Weidong came over and said to Liu Chuan, "Is your friend hurt, do you need to see a doctor?"
"She's okay." Liu Chuan finished speaking, and took Fu Ling's hand and walked out.
Zhou Weidong glanced at Zhou Yingying, who was pale with anger, and said, "I'm not going to send it off to Xiaochuan."
Zhou Yingying didn't seem to hear Zhou Weidong's words, so she picked up the wine glass on the table and drank it all in one fell swoop. (To be continued) (End of this chapter)