Marriage is not out of date: the president's wife is polite

Recently, it seems that a rich overseas Chinese businessman from France has come to City A. A famous villa in the outer suburbs has moved into a new owner. The news in the upper circles has always spread very fast. After a while, there are many famous people in City A. The characters all know that there is such a thing.

"I thought it was just a rich Chinese man with a little money, but I didn't expect this wealth..."

A family who was engaged in real estate couldn't help being speechless, she deliberately raised her voice and said:
"This property can't be bought casually with tens of millions! My dad can tell you that this property was left by an official who had been dismissed before. A little bit of the property at home."

Sure enough, the wealthy daughters who had been huddled aside and chatting separately couldn't help but prick up their ears and listen:
"What's going on? There's too little news from our side, and this overseas Chinese is too mysterious."

"Let me just say that, being able to get the real estate certificate already shows that this person is not low."

Stared at by everyone with eager eyes, the girl couldn't help but feel complacent, telling everything she knew:
"Think about it, although this house is expensive, it's not that no one in the whole city A can afford it. It's just that if you take this property, you own the mountain that the villa is attached to by default. There is no strong relationship, you think the government Are you willing to sell the villa?"

"It seems...it's really powerful!"

After hearing this, a girl couldn't help but nodded in agreement, "If you can get the resources from the government, then it must be the same."

"By the way, have you noticed that there have been more foreigners in our city recently?"

After thinking deeply about what the girl said, the other girl nodded seriously, "And those foreigners seem to be... the kind who feel that they are either rich or expensive."

"Don't guess here. I heard from Meng Linlin that the dinner we are going to hold next Monday is just to welcome them."

The girls who had been listening for a long time couldn't help interrupting their conversation. Meng Linlin's mother was the host of the dinner, so she got the most news.

Just as she was talking about Meng Linlin, Meng Linlin arrived. She came today to prepare her hairstyle for the banquet next Monday.

"What are you all talking about? So lively?"

She didn't pay attention to their conversation, Meng Linlin sat down on the seat in front of the barber, brushed her hair casually, and took a hair design book from her friend to look through it.

"We are guessing what kind of identity this overseas Chinese is. The villa he won is not something that can be obtained casually."

A girl who usually has a good relationship with Meng Linlin leaned her head over and asked tentatively. Now the one with the most and most reliable news is Meng Linlin in front of her.

"Speaking of which, I didn't expect that she would have such a prominent background."

Meng Linlin, who just got the news from her mother, couldn't help but frowned, but she soon felt relieved when she realized that she hadn't offended her:
"It's useless to tell you more now. You will know everything when the time comes. The wind direction in City A has changed since the collapse of the Chen family. We just need to know that the Song family will never be shaken—" Oh no, it's Song Bingjue, who will never waver, that's right."

"Linlin, you mean, the big shot this time is related to Song Bingjue?"

For Song Bingjue, these girls are full of longing, but because of Song Bingjue's methods, they are also a little bit afraid.

"Didn't I say it? Just wait until that day arrives. One by one, you don't choose your hairstyle well, but instead care about what you have and what you don't have?"

After dismissing the group of friends, Meng Linlin shared his thoughts with the designer, then stared at himself in the mirror, showing a faint smile.

City A without Chen Xinrao's radiance is her home for Meng Linlin.

The dinner hosted by Mrs. Market officially kicked off at the Grand Grand Hotel at 08:30 in the evening. The specifications of the Grand Grand Hotel are similar to those of the Credia Bay Hotel, but compared to the extravagance of the Credia Bay Hotel, the Grand There are more classic and exquisite decorations, and in a sense, it is also more upscale.

At this time, the night was falling, and the upper-class people holding wine glasses were chatting, or slipping into the dance floor, among the clothes and temples, the topic of discussion and concern of everyone was on the mysterious guest.

Since Song Bingjue returned to China, he seldom showed his face in public. Everyone felt that there must be something hidden about his participation in this banquet this time.

Gong Qi, Jiang Sheng, and Zhou Tingsui rarely appeared at the banquet. They stood together with Song Bingjue. Gong Qi couldn't hide his words the most, and couldn't help asking:
"I heard that you chased your sister-in-law to England some time ago? Why did you come back alone? You still appeared at this kind of dinner party? Did you tell everyone that you are single and flirtatious?"

As soon as the words fell, a girl came over, holding two glasses of fruit juice in her hand, her expression was so excited that she stumbled a bit even when she spoke:
"Hello, Mr. Song... I, I want to..."

"Feel sorry."

Responding very coldly, Song Bingjue turned around and backed away a few steps while holding the goblet in his hand. Although he didn't say anything more, his attitude of refusal was beyond words.

"You don't have any women around you. I think your attitude seems to push all the women out."

Couldn't help scratching his head, Gong Qi didn't understand at all, according to his thinking, shouldn't he take advantage of the free window to quickly try out a few more types of girls?

"Pay attention to what you say. I am a family man, which is different from you."

After hearing Gong Qi's words, Song Bingjue glanced at him lightly, and then moved his eyes away. Gong Qi was a little confused, and looked at Jiang Sheng and Zhou Tingsui beside him:
"Since he hasn't found his sister-in-law, how can he talk about a 'family'?"

Jiang Sheng is still in distress recently, how can he talk to him, Zhou Tingsui is usually good-natured and kind-hearted, and patiently answered:
"He said he has a family, and you know that he hasn't found his wife yet, and you're pushing these women away. You should know what he's here for by now, right?"

"You mean, Brother Song is here looking for his sister-in-law?"

Saying that, Gong Qi couldn't help scratching his head, but he still murmured in his heart:
"Isn't my sister-in-law in England? How could she appear at this banquet?"

"It seems that your IQ will not come back in a while."

Unable to restrain a slight smile, Zhou Ting then glanced at his old friend beside him, who was a little bit uncontrollable, "Isn't the news that has caused a lot of noise in the city these days, it's that overseas Chinese with big money and background?"

"That's France, and it has nothing to do with England."

Waving his hand, Gong Qi didn't believe that this overseas Chinese would have any important relationship with Mu Wan'an, so he set his sights on Song Bingjue:
"You might as well tell me Brother Song, I really feel bad for you hanging me like this."

Looking at Gong Qi who was suffering beyond measure, Song Bingjue smiled slightly, just when Gong Qi thought he would say it, he turned his head slightly and turned his body to one side.

"Huh? Isn't that Chen Xinrao? Why did she appear here?"

Looking around, Gong Qi found Chen Xinrao in the crowd, and couldn't help being a little surprised:
"The Chen family is like this now, and Mrs. Market will still give Chen Xinrao an invitation letter?"

"I'm afraid it was given to her by those women who were waiting to see Chen Xinrao's jokes."

Noticing that many female relatives were pointing and pointing at Chen Xinrao secretly, Zhou Tingsui hit the point, and he said flatly:
"In their daily life, no matter whether it is clothing or jewelry, they can't compare with Chen Xinrao. Chen Xinrao also relies on the favor of Mr. Song to show off in front of these ladies. Now the Chen family has fallen, and the Song family Even more ignoring her, Chen Xinrao naturally became the target of their ridicule."

"Her domineering appearance in the past really gave me a headache."

Gong Qi, who was pampered by his elders since childhood, looked down on Chen Xinrao's "fake princess", he snorted coldly:
"It's her own fault today. She didn't bully people so much in the past, and she wouldn't come to where she is today."

After finishing speaking, Gong Qi took a few steps towards Chen Xinrao with the wine glass in his hand:
"Come on, let's go and see Miss Chen's joke."

Chen Xinrao was wearing a dress from the ready-to-wear series that she bought at a brand store, and covered her imperfections with black leather gloves on her hands. Although she was still as radiant as before, the eyebrows were still shrouded. With a lingering melancholy.

"Hey! Who is this? Wearing such a cheap dress, how dare you come to the banquet?"

"Exactly! The whole body does not exceed 1 yuan, right? I can't imagine that this is our Miss Chen!"

Several girls surrounded Chen Xinrao, all with malicious smiles on their faces, one of them proudly said:
"In the past, you always showed off in front of the few of us. What kind of jewels from The measure of history, and what is the latest high-end dresses of this year's fashion week, it makes us who can only wear ordinary high-end dresses feel uncomfortable. Unlike people, today, it's finally your turn to taste this kind of taste."

"No matter how bad I am, Chen Xinrao, I am someone who has enjoyed these things gloriously. What are you guys who are here to find fault with me for wearing this kind of clothes?"

Facing their provocation, she was angry and ashamed, but thinking of her purpose of coming today, Chen Xinrao took two steps to the side, trying to bypass them and find Song Bingjue as soon as possible, but was stopped by a girl who stretched out her hand:
"Chen Xinrao, why are you running away? We haven't finished talking to you yet! Why are you in a hurry? Could it be that you have a guilty conscience?"