Allow her to be pampered

Peng Yiru directly led him into the private seat, and all the female relatives greeted him with smiles.

There are countless celebrities in the seat, and the female colleagues of the business are sitting in the marginal seats.

Chi Rong suddenly stopped walking.

"What's the matter, Mrs. Wu, this way please, I have reserved a seat for you."

Peng Yiru intentionally laughed sharply, causing everyone to look sideways.

Before he finished speaking, he looked closely at Chi Rong's face and fanned the flames, "Could it be that you don't like this place because of its low family status? You don't want to come and sit?"

This time, people before and after, really have two appearances, as if the words of goodwill just now were just child's play.

Chi Rong snorted coldly, stared at Peng Yiru for a moment, and said, "Peng Yiru, you are so boring. What kind of person I am is not something you can define in just a few words."

After all, he picked an inconspicuous place in the dark and sat down, not wanting to cause more trouble.

Seeing Chi Rong's behavior, Peng Yiru didn't say anything provocative, just smiled and sneaked into the crowd, chatting with others.

When women get together, the favorite topic is nothing more than fashion.

The most gorgeous dress jewelry is fashion, the latest drama is fashion, and the most handsome man is fashion.

So, they talked about Wu Qingzhi in circles.

"Young Master Wu is truly unsurpassed. Among the young masters who came back from England, he is the most accomplished!"

"Oh, and the height and facial features are also top-notch!"

"I told him about matchmaking, but I should or should not. I'm so glad Mrs. Wu has such a devoted husband!"

Chi Rong listened one by one, and nodded perfunctorily one by one.

Chi Rong leaned on the sofa, feeling hot and dizzy.

Whether it's because there are too many people in the private seat, which makes it feel a bit cramped, so it's sweltering, or whether the smell of alcohol is pervasive in the banquet hall, hitting the nose and mouth, but Chi Rong is not sure.

She was about to get up and leave her seat, looking for a quiet place to breathe, when Peng Yiru stepped forward.

"Chi Rong, why is your face so red? Could it be something uncomfortable?"

Peng Yiru approached with concern, held Chi Rong's arm, and said in a probing voice, "Why don't I take you to the lounge to lie down?"

Chi Rong suppressed the discomfort, looked at Peng Yiru vigilantly, and refused to answer.

"You have wronged me so much. If you don't believe me, ask Xiao Yang, she just drank too much wine and rested in that room."

The Xiao Yang in these words is the waitress at the front desk of the firm, and she is the most enthusiastic and cheerful person.

Chi Rong looked to the side with his eyes blindfolded, but seeing Xiao Yang nodded frankly, he definitely could not be lying.

Just like that, Chi Rong stood up unsteadily.

Peng Yiru said with a smile: "The lounge is at the end of the house, facing the river. It's very quiet. You can open the window to get some fresh air, and you'll be fine soon."

After finishing speaking, Fu said to the female relatives in the seat, "Everyone, don't leave! Mr. Jin has prepared a big eight-layer cake, and I will cut it later!"

Chi Rong was supported by Peng Yiru, just took two steps, but felt the atmosphere was strange.

Then he stopped and looked around, determined to find Wu Qingzhi.

"Wouldn't it be ridiculous for those bosses to see you like this?" Peng Yiru coaxed, "Why don't I ask a servant to deliver the message for you?"

"Whoever laughs, whoever laughs, I have something to say to Wu Qingzhi in person."

Chi Rong is still stubborn and unwavering, Peng Yiru has no tricks and can only go smoothly.

So the two found Wu Qingzhi together and told them about the matter.

Wu Qingzhi was being entangled by the bosses of various industries at this time, and he couldn't escape at all, but seeing that Chi Rong was unwell, he couldn't accompany him either.

Then he pulled Chi Rong aside and asked carefully.

"Is the rest room for the women's family right? I'll take care of you soon."

His big hands covered Chi Rong's face, and both of them could feel the astonishing heat.

"Your hands are so hot." Chi Rong muttered, "Did you secretly drink alcohol?"

"I should ask you that!" Wu Qingzhi chuckled, kissed Chi Rong's forehead as if no one else was there, and said softly, "Go and rest first, and I'll come later."

Chi Rong was taken away by Peng Yiru, but she turned her head every step of the way, only looking at Wu Qingzhi's delicate smile.

In the other side, all the businessmen were booing, saying that the newlyweds are like glue, and they are afraid that they will spoil the wife.

After hearing this, Wu Qingzhi waved his hand, and said calmly: "My own wife, of course, must be spoiled in order to count."

Wu Qingzhi's eloquence is unmatched by anyone, so let's laugh and talk about business.

Let's say that Chi Rong followed Peng Yiru up to the second floor, walked straight along the long corridor to the end, pushed the door open and entered, it turned out to be an elegant small room.

In the room is a wrought-iron carved bed, as well as a plain-colored sofa and dressing table, which look out of place compared with the resplendent and piled-up gold mansion of the nouveau riche outside.

Peng Yiru helped Chi Rong lie down on the small bed, and said with a low laugh, "Is this room satisfactory? I specially arranged it for the birthday party, the outside is too vulgar."

Chi Rong nodded, and said thank you vaguely.

Peng Yiru looked at Chi Rong with a smile, looked at it for a long time, and said abruptly: "Chi Rong, I may not be able to return that skirt to you."

At this moment, Chi Rong only felt that his whole body was unbearably hot, and he had no intention of breaking up with her, so he dealt with it: "If you like it, you can keep it."

"Chi Rong, you're so kind." Peng Yiru picked up the conversation and continued, "Actually, I don't want to make things difficult for you at all, after all you often take care of me."

"Okay, okay, I don't believe in your evil!"

Peng Yiru's voice was like a whisper, and Chi Rong was upset when he heard it, so he turned over straight and wanted to see off the guest.

Unexpectedly, this woman actually stayed where she was, and confessed with certainty.

"Chi Rong, when we were still studying at school, no one accompanied me in gymnastics class. It was you who gave up Song Xiaoyuan and let me partner with her. You placed the order yourself."

"On the day we finished the written test at the firm, you also paid for the taxi. My father never allowed me to take a taxi, thinking it was a waste of money."

"Later we had dinner together, and you even ordered meat dishes. I haven't eaten pork liver for a long time, and that meal was really delicious. You still have to rush to pay, but how can this work? If you borrow something, you have to pay it back. "

"You also lent me a skirt to wear, and you even gave me the fragrant cloud gauze as a wedding dress. I have never worn such an expensive material."

Peng Yiru talked to himself for a while, but Chi Rong's chest became more and more stuffy, and finally he couldn't bear it anymore, so he jumped up and wanted to drive her out.

So he shouted angrily: "You said it so sincerely, who is with me! If you really thank me, don't bother me!"

After all, he stared at Peng Yiru's face.

But seeing that Peng Yiru was neither sad nor happy, his face seemed to be covered with a layer of human skin, he just smiled and said: "Don't worry, it won't happen in the future. From now on, it's my turn to treat you well. "

"I will definitely give you, keep, feet, face, son."

After finishing speaking, she exited the room gracefully.