After the divorce, Jin Shao coaxes the baby every day

Two days, fleeting.

Early in the morning, Nan Yuan was called out by Uncle Zhong.

She was wearing a baggy sweatshirt and was carrying a nice evening gown.

Jin Beizhe told her to wear this dress, so she brought it with her.

Since she has an appointment with Xiao Yun today, she signed an outing form, so she doesn't need to ask for personal leave.

Jin Guoliang's birthday banquet was held in the Guofu Banquet Hall on the second floor, starting at noon and continuing until evening.

Nan Yuan planned not to attend the evening banquet, but to talk to Xiao Yun about work then.

When she came to the banquet hall, she found a place to put the dress away.

When she came out of the dressing room, Uncle Zhong had been waiting for her for a long time.

"Young Mistress, here is a list. You can write all your names on the name tags. Can you finish writing in an hour?"

Uncle Zhong beckoned, and someone came over with a name tag as high as a mountain.

"Young Mistress, please sit here and write."

Uncle Zhong made a gesture and pointed to a corner.

The corner is next to the speaker, and there are various tangled wires all over the floor.

There is a small table next to the speaker, and a chair that doesn't look very sturdy.

There are brushes and inkstones on the table.

Soon, piles and piles of nameplates were piled on the table.

"There are five hundred guests in total, young mistress please hurry up."

"it is good."

Nan Yuan bit her lip and didn't say a word.

It's just writing, not physical work.

Considering that it would not affect the baby in her womb, she immediately rolled up her sleeves and started to grind ink.

Five hundred names, counting two characters for each name, then she must write at least a thousand characters.

To write 18 brush characters in one hour means that you have to write about [-] characters per minute.

18 words, it is not difficult to say, but it is easy to say, and it is really not easy.

After grinding the ink, Nan Yuan didn't delay even a second, facing the list, and began to write on the name tag.

Her gesture of holding the brush is vigorous and powerful, and the characters she writes seem to be rubbed out.

After she finished writing a name, the waiter in the hotel took one away, and when there were enough tables, the name tags were placed on the corresponding tables.

"Who is that person? The handwriting is so beautiful!"

"It should be a calligrapher invited by the Jin family, who specializes in writing famous tags?"

The waiter started talking in a low voice, deeply impressed by Nan Yuan's appearance and her delicate handwriting.

A beautiful and talented woman, if she stops in any corner, she will shine brightly!

Nan Yuan wrote quietly, not caring what the people around her were talking about.

She writes not only well, but also fast.

Sometimes the waiters are so fascinated by her writing that they forget to take away the name tag.

When Nan Xinruan and the two daughters of the Jin family walked into the banquet hall, they immediately saw the crowd gathered in the corner.

They leaned over as if watching the excitement, and a young daughter couldn't help sighing excitedly.

"Wow! The handwriting is beautiful!"

"Sister Jiajia, no wonder my aunt won't let you write a name tag. It turns out that there is a master here who is stronger than you!"

The one who spoke was Jin Beizhe's third uncle's daughter, nicknamed Little Loach.

And the sister Jiajia she was talking about was Uncle Jin Beizhe, Jin Minjia, the only daughter of old Jin Guoliang, the birthday star.

Jin Minjia is 30 years old this year, and she is the older leftover woman in her family.

She is very good at reading. She got a Ph.D. abroad and came back. She can speak fluent English and write well.

Originally, for her father's birthday banquet, she wanted to write the name tags for the guests herself.

But Aunt Feng Min said there was a better candidate.

Hearing this at the time, Jin Minjia was already a little unhappy.

Now seeing with her own eyes that 'good candidate' wrote such a good handwriting, she was even angrier.

Nan Xinrou saw that Jin Minjia was very upset, so she snorted coldly: "Sister Jiajia, you don't know something, this is my illegitimate cousin."

Hearing this, Jin Minjia immediately showed disdain: "What's the situation with Auntie? Find someone with such status to write a famous brand?"

"Sister-in-law, this is the elder sister you often talk about? The one who ran away with the wild man and gave birth to a child?" Little Niqian blinked, somewhat disbelieving.

Nan Xinrou snorted, her chin suddenly raised, her nostrils were almost upturned: "It's her! She has completely disgraced our Nan family! It is a shame to our Nan family!"

The voices of the three were so loud that it was difficult for people not to pay attention.

Soon, the waiters watching the theater began to point fingers at Nan Yuan.

Nan Yuan held her breath until she finished writing the 320th name, then suddenly put the brush on the pen holder and raised her head.

"Nan Xinrou, I heard that you were named and fired by Jin Beizhe, are you no longer in the Jin Group?"

She glared at Nan Xinrou first, her tone was not high, but she was not angry.

Then, his eyes turned and fell on Xiao Niqian: "Sister-in-law, don't call it casually. If you turn around and call the wrong person, your cousin will be upset when he hears it."

"Called the wrong person? How could it be? Everyone in the world knows that my cousin is going to marry sister Xinrou?" Little Niba flashed his big eyes with an innocent look.

Nan Yuan sneered: "Then you ask Nan Xinrou, if you call her sister-in-law, do you think she dares to agree?"

"You..." Nan Xinrou clenched her fists angrily: "Auntie called you here just to make you a coolie, you are nothing!"

"I am coolie, and young lady Jin is also me, there is no conflict." Nan Yuan pulled the corners of her lips and smiled coquettishly.

She is good-looking, no matter how she smiles, she is beautiful.

In comparison, Nan Xinrou is set off very ugly, especially at this moment when she is angry, her facial features are distorted, like a nightshade.

"Miss Jin is you? What are you talking about in your sleep?" Jin Minjia suddenly burst out laughing as if hearing some funny joke.

Folding her hands and crossing her arms, she glanced at Nan Xinrou: "Is your humble sister delusional? You are the one who is engaged to the Jin family, and she is delusional?"

"...That's it!" Nan Xinrou bit the bullet and agreed.

She firmly believed that Jin Beizhe would not admit Nanyuan's identity in front of his family.

Coupled with Feng Min supporting her, she was even more confident.

It's only 99 days of marriage, and soon she will become Brother Jin's second wife!

"You guys are too noisy, it's affecting me to write famous tags." Nan Yuan frowned, not wanting to argue with them anymore.

"Since Miss Jin can write well, then you can write it yourself, and I won't accompany you!"

When Nan Yuan said that she would let her go, she would let her go.

Jin Minjia snorted, and pushed Nan Yuan: "Get away! I write as I write!"

She has great strength.

Nan Yuan was caught off guard, and there were many wires under her feet, so she staggered two steps and almost fell down.

The whole person slammed into the speaker, causing the speaker to make a loud 'bang'.

"More than 1000 million speakers, you can't afford to pay for the damage! Poor!" Seeing Nan Yuan being hit, Jin Minjia didn't feel sympathetic, but mocked: "This is not the place for you to stay, go as far as you can! "

Seeing Jin Minjia being so aggressive and aggressive, Nan Xinrou laughed proudly.

Nanyuan, Nanyuan, why are you fighting with me?

The Jin family all protect me!

Nan Yuan's lower back was hit, and she couldn't straighten up because of the pain.

She was bent over, with her hands on her knees, precarious and about to fall at any moment.

"Mrs!"

"Yuanyuan!"

At this moment, two voices sounded at the same time.

When Nan Yuan was about to fall, a strong arm caught her.

She looked up and saw the complex expression on the man's face, including concern, distress, and rage.

"Who hit it?"

His cold voice sounded like a **** of death, without any human warmth.

As soon as he raised his eyes, his bloodthirsty gaze immediately fell on Nan Xinrou.

Nan Xinrou met this pupil, her legs became weak, and she couldn't even stand up.

Immediately, the last time he threatened her with a Swiss army knife appeared in his mind.

"Nan Xinrou, it seems you don't have a long memory!"