Mengbao against the sky: Daddy fell from the sky

Yang Zhuoying wanted to call immediately to explain, but on second thought, she put down the phone.

In fact, eating vinegar once in a while is healthier.

The time has come in a blink of an eye, the day of Theresa May's wedding.

Yang Zhuoying changed into the dress and made a good look, and finally did not forget to put on the necklace.

Outside the room, Zeus was sitting on the sofa waiting for her.

Tonight, he is wearing a custom-made white suit, and he looks like a prince charming. If Yang Zhuoying hadn't already wanted to belong, he would really bow down to his suit pants.

"I kept you waiting for a long time. You are so handsome tonight. The groom will definitely regret inviting you to the wedding. You will steal his limelight." Yang Zhuoying joked.

The corners of Zeus's mouth curled slightly, "You are also very beautiful tonight, and all the Yang Zhuoying people will be jealous of you today."

Yang Zhuoying was stunned for a moment, then realized, "You are turning a corner to praise yourself."

The two exchanged business ideas before stepping into the elevator.

An hour later, we arrived at the State Guest House.

After getting out of the car, the two joined hands and walked into the magnificent banquet hall together.

The moment the two stepped into the banquet hall, everyone's eyes turned to them.

Those eyes were envious, unwilling, doubtful, and more of jealousy. The object of jealousy for men is naturally Zeus, and the object of jealousy for women is naturally Yang Zhuoying.

"To be honest, how many of these are your old friends?" Yang Zhuoying lingered into Zeus's ear and joked in a low voice.

Those men stared at Zeus as if they were looking at his wife and enemy. If it wasn't for the wrong occasion, she really doubted whether they would rush forward and beat him into a pig's head.

Zeus shrugged, "Guess."

On the second floor, Teresa May stood by the railing with a gloomy face, staring at the flirting between Zeus and Yang Zhuoying downstairs, her veins were bulging because of too much force on the railing.

"Go and find out for me who the woman with him is."

The confidant standing behind her replied: "Yes, princess."

"Her name is Yang Zhuoying, and she has a 6-year-old son"

The woman standing next to Teresa May told the details of Yang Zhuoying.

"Do you know her?" Seeing that she knew everything about Yang Zhuoying well, Teresa May asked.

"She used to be my rival in love." Zhong Jiaxin smiled evilly, "Teresa May, do you want me to teach her a lesson for you?"

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Teresa May's response, she took a glass of red wine and went downstairs, walking towards Yang Zhuoying.

Zeus was called away, and Yang Zhuoying wandered around the venue aimlessly.

Suddenly, a familiar figure passed Yang Zhuoying's eyes, she was stunned, why is Zhong Jiaxin here?

Noticing that Yang Zhuoying had found her, Zhong Jiaxin kept walking, walking straight towards this side, with an evil smile on the corner of her mouth.

Feeling that she was coming in a bad way, when they were half a meter away, Yang Zhuoying suddenly had a peanut in her hand, which flew out from between her fingers and hit her wrist without anyone noticing.

Zhong Jiaxin's wrist tingled.One lost her grip, and the red wine in her hand fell to the ground, and the red wine in the glass splashed onto her dress.

Seeing Zhong Jiaxin's embarrassed appearance, the people around couldn't help laughing, but they didn't dare to laugh too much. After all, this is Teresa May's wedding banquet, and everyone attending the banquet tonight is either rich or expensive.

Yang Zhuoying walked over, trying to help her up, "How is it? Are you okay?"

Zhong Jiaxin stood up, kicked Yang Zhuoying angrily, "You plot against me."

Yang Zhuoying looked at her innocently, "Miss Zhong Jiaxin, you can drink indiscriminately, but you can't talk nonsense. It's because you can't hold the wine glass firmly. How can I plot against you? Besides, I'm so far away from you, how can I To plot against you, Pengci can't touch like this."

Zhong Jiaxin gritted her teeth and said, "Something hit my wrist just now. I couldn't hold the wine glass steady. Who else could it be?"

"Who knows? I suggest you go to see your orthopedic doctor. You may not know what's wrong with your hand. If you are sick, you should go to the doctor as soon as possible." Yang Zhuoying turned and left with a nonchalant expression on her face.

"Damn it." Zhong Jiaxin cursed, then turned and walked away.

The people around thought that there was a good show, but who knew that the farce would end like this, and the scene soon returned to peace.

Yang Zhuoying walked to a place where no one was there, spread out her palm, and a note appeared.

Watch out Theresa May!

Looking at the words on the note, Yang Zhuoying raised her eyebrows. She didn't seem to have offended Princess Teresa May, or was it just Zhong Jiaxin who was sowing discord?

Destroying the note in her hand, Yang Zhuoying looked at the time and wondered why the Queen hadn't shown up until now, wouldn't she plan to attend Teresa May's wedding banquet?

By the way, the queen does not seem to be Teresa May's biological mother, but a stepmother.

Thinking that I had traveled all the way here and owed Zeus a favor, but in the end I couldn't see the queen, that was really a loss.

At this moment, a waitress came towards here carrying a plate of wine glasses.

The two of them didn't pay attention to each other's existence, they just bumped into each other like that, the wine glasses in the hands of the waitress bumped into each other, the wine in the glasses scattered, and some splashed on Yang Zhuoying's body.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The waitress turned pale with fright.

Looking down at the stains on his body, he avoided Zhong Jiaxin's sneak attack just now, and finally stained his clothes. Isn't this called doom?
Sighing lightly, Yang Zhuoying saw the nervous look of the waitress and said with a smile: "Forget it, you didn't mean it."

"Miss, why don't you go to the waiting room and wait a while. I'll bring you a clean dress. You can change it on, and I'll find a way to help you clean the dress." The waiter said.

"Then lead the way." Looking at the stains on his chest, Yang Zhuoying signaled the waiter to lead the way.

The waitress took Yang Zhuoying all the way to the second floor and opened the door of the lounge.

"Miss, please wait inside for a moment, I will come soon."

Yang Zhuoying nodded, opened the door and walked into the lounge.

After the waiter left, Yang Zhuoying walked around the lounge with her mobile phone.

Suddenly, Yang Zhuoying held her forehead with one hand, feeling dizzy for a while, and then fell down on the sofa staggeringly.

Two minutes later, a man opened the door and walked in. He went straight to the sofa and looked at Yang Zhuoying lying on it.

The man first reached out and patted her face, seeing that she didn't respond, then raised his phone to her.

"Still awake? Come say hello."

Hearing this, Yang Zhuoying tried her best to open her eyes wide to see who the man was, but there was a fog in front of her eyes, no matter how much she could not see the man's appearance clearly.

She opened her mouth to say something, but no sound came out.

"It seems that the effect of the medicine has begun. Let's take a picture first, and I will make you happy later."

The man smiled evilly, and after sending out the photos he took, he made a call.

"Teresa May, what am I going to do later, live broadcast, isn't that good? People know how I will mess around in the future, yo, Teresa May, why do you keep talking about the past Threatening me, okay, but you can only hear the sound, you can't see the image, people also want to save face"