Another day of tragic death for the host

Chapter 6 The actor belongs to my family 6
Sister Qiao replied without turning her head, "Yes, what's the matter?"

"Oh, it's okay, then I will take you to a banquet then."

Sister Qiao glanced at Xinhe suspiciously: "Banquet? Who will invite you to the banquet if you don't leave the house?"

It's no wonder Miss Qiao was suspicious, she had brought Xinhe with her for two years, how could she not know about Xinhe's social circle?

She bet ten packs of spicy strips that Xinhe's WeChat contacts would never exceed five.

Xin He knew what she was thinking when she looked at Sister Qiao's expression. She glanced at her, then stood up and patted the non-existent dust on her hands, "30 years in Hedong, 30 years in Hexi, don't bully the poor girl, wait, dad Take you to dominate the entertainment circle."

Sister Qiao: "..." I believe your evil!

A week passed quickly, and the day of the banquet arrived in the blink of an eye.

When Xin He came downstairs to pick her up from Sister Qiao's house in a taxi, she was still a little unresponsive.

"Xin He, are we really going to a banquet? Dressed like this?"

Sister Qiao looked at the down jacket and trousers on Xinhe's body, she didn't look like she was going to a banquet, but more like she was going to be a waiter.

……

The venue of the banquet is the most upscale five-star hotel in the city, Time Holiday.

Because the venue was reserved today, the taxi was stopped by the security guards as soon as it drove onto the road.

Sister Qiao and Xin He were walking on the path, looking at the scenic spots full of money, and looking down at the clothes they were wearing, which looked like a market aunt, they always felt that they were Grandma Liu who entered the Grand View Garden.

"Speaking of Xinhe, do you have an invitation letter?"

"No."

Sister Qiao: "..." She wants to go home.

"Xinhe, I always feel that we have come to the wrong place. I am afraid that we will be kicked out later, and that would be too embarrassing."

Sister Qiao held Xinhe back, not wanting to go there.

"I'm not even worried about you being kicked out, what are you worried about?" Xin He comforted her.

No, I'm not worried, I'm afraid of losing face!
Although Sister Qiao didn't want to go in, she finally followed Xin He's pace.

It's not uncommon for people to be able to have a half-banquet in this kind of hotel, and they can do it with a little money, but if it's a private room, it's not just money that can do it.

Sister Qiao was also very curious, when did Xinhe meet the boss.

But it's impossible to think about it...

Sister Qiao was thinking about all kinds of possibilities all the way, so that she didn't notice after following Xin He into the hotel.

It wasn't until she entered the elevator that Sister Qiao came back to her senses. When she found out that she was already in the elevator, she was dazed.

Xin Xin originally wanted to send a driver to pick Xin He home yesterday, but she refused, and also refused the driver to pick her up at the hotel.

However, Xin Xin sent Xin He the venue of the banquet early in the morning.

After getting out of the elevator and walking through the corridor, there are busy waiters coming and going.

Xin He didn't even ask any questions, she just took sister Qiao to the make-up area.

Along the way, sister Qiao's eyes could barely see.

In contrast, I suddenly felt that the banquets I attended in the company before were like playing house.

Sister Qiao turned her head and glanced at Xin He.

Although Xin He was wearing a down jacket and wrapped herself into a ball, she didn't show any timidity at all.

The pace is calm, the eyes are not squinted, and the face is calm.

Unlike her, who looked around like an ignorant bumpkin from the moment she came in.

In retrospect, it seems even more embarrassing.

Sister Qiao sighed: "Sure enough, poverty limits my imagination."

"It's more than that," Shuangmao received naturally in his mind: "There are also attractiveness, willpower, purchasing power, influence, competitiveness, credibility, execution, chocolate..."

Xin He was slightly confused: "What are you doing?"

Shuangmao: "Words are enough to earn wages."

(End of this chapter)