Young Master Chu's sweetheart wife

"Mianmian, it's too much for your sister to be like an enemy."

"That's right, she's still flabbergasted, don't forget who raised her, she doesn't know how to be grateful at all."

Song Mianmian's two friends said indignantly.

Song Mianmian calmed down, and pretended to be generous and said: "My sister has always been like this, and I'm used to it. In fact, she is a very nice person, but her words are a little harsh."

Ji Moyang appreciates it, his Mianmian is so sensible.

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"Hi, are there any boxes?"

Zheng Xueying looked around the lobby and found no vacant seats, so she asked the front desk.

The front desk flipped through the records, "Yes, there is one room left."

"Hi, I want a box."

At this time, the short-haired girl who came with Song Mianmian came in and said.

The front desk recognized Song Mianmian and Ji Moyang at a glance, "Wow, I saw the real Ms. Song and Mr. Ji, you two have such a good relationship, you are a perfect match, and you look better in person than on TV."

Song Mianmian leaned on Ji Moyang with a sweet face, and said politely, "Thank you."

The front desk walked out of the counter with a smile, "Please follow me, I will take you to the box."

As soon as he stepped forward, he was stopped by Zheng Xueying with a serious face.

"Miss at the front desk, there is only one box, did you give it to us?"

The front desk frowned dissatisfiedly, pointed at the dining table in the lobby which was being cleared, "Here, there is a vacant seat there."

"Hey, how can this happen! We came first, first come first, first come first, first come first, first come first, the truth that elementary school students know!"

In fact, eating hot pot and barbecue is more enjoyable in the lobby, but because the other party is Song Mianmian, Zheng Xueying doesn't want to back down!

"They are VIP customers in our store and have priority. If you want priority, you can also get one." When the front desk said this, there was contempt in his words.

Song Mianmian, who was listening, was elated and felt superior to others. She took out a card from the wallet in her bag, shook it as if showing off, and handed it to the front desk, who took it with both hands respectfully.

The front desk said: "This is VIP."

Zheng Xueying was so angry that she clenched her fists tightly, clenched her teeth and made a rattling sound, extremely angry.

Song Qianxi frowned imperceptibly, Qingxin Pavilion never underestimates people, why did it become like this in another brand of Qingxin Pavilion, she casually took out a card from her bag, "I also have a VIP card. "

As soon as these words came out, the receptionist, Song Mianmian and the others stopped.

The VIP card in Song Qianxi's hand was different from the one in the receptionist's hand. It was black and gold in low luxury, exuding extravagance, while Song Mianmian's was a card with elements of ink painting.

Seeing this, the short-haired girl laughed loudly, "Song Qianxi, even if you want to show off, you have to get a more realistic one. What kind of oolong do you get with a black and gold one? I'm really laughing to death."

Another girl echoed: "That's right, no one will laugh at her if she can't get a VIP card. However, getting a fake card is really a loss of identity and face, and it's embarrassing to talk about it."

The loud voices of the two could not help but attract the attention of the surrounding customers.

Song Mianmian's eyes rolled, and she said softly: "Sister, if you don't dislike it, you can eat at the same table with us."

The short-haired girl said, "Mianmian, she treated you like that just now, why are you still being so nice to her?"

Song Mianmian took it for granted: "Sisters, why turn against each other. Sister, let's go in together."

Song Qianxi ignored it, but stared blankly at the card in his hand.

This was given to her by Chu Muhan before she went out, saying that this card is universal in Ancheng and can enjoy the highest authority.

But why, it doesn't seem to work...

Chu Muhan had no reason to lie to her.