Master Jiu, my wife is wearing countless vests!

The banquet hall of the Kowloon Club meeting was in the most private Youlong Manor in Linshi. It is said that this manor was once the residence of overseas wealthy people. It was only sold in a hurry because of the move. However, the value at that time was as high as 10 million. If you get it now, it is at least There are about billion.

And the mysterious buyer never showed up from beginning to end.

Although it attracted the attention of the nobles in the circle for a while, this manor was gradually ignored due to time issues. It wasn't until the annual Kowloon Conference was located in this quiet dragon manor that they realized that maybe the person who bought this manor was one of the families of the Kowloon Conference.

At this time, the manor was already on alert. At nine o'clock in the morning, many luxury cars gathered here.

Many prominent figures in financial magazines also appear here.

Although we gather at 10 o'clock, the meeting officially starts at 12 o'clock, and the 1 hour in between is the time for free activities.

In the banquet hall, a dazzling array of delicacies, a champagne tower, a variety of red wines, and desserts were neatly placed, and service staff were stationed around every corner.

Some family members parted ways with their loved ones as soon as they entered the banquet hall, and each went into their own circle.

At this time, outside the banquet hall.

A black Phantom stopped at the door. The man who got out of the driver's seat was wearing a black tuxedo with a stern face expressionless. He got out of the car and came to the back, opening the door respectfully.

Others who were about to go in seemed to recognize the owner of the car, and their steps slowed down, thinking of getting closer and saying a few words.

Usually they have no chance to meet Master Jiu. Whether they can get investment depends on today.

The first thing that caught his eye was the shiny high-end leather shoes and the straight long legs wrapped under the trousers.

The man wore a well-tailored black suit, which perfectly outlined his strong figure and elegant lines. The shirt inside the suit was buttoned to the top, making him look very abstinent and sultry.

A pair of cold eyes that are so deep that one cannot see through them, and a sharp-edged face that is expressionless but extremely cold. The sunlight fell on his black face, coating him with a faint light. His thin crimson lips drew a cool lip line, and the powerful aura around him made people put him off.

Everyone watched as the powerful and arrogant Jiu Ye walked around from one side of the car to the other, then opened the door, bent down, gently held the door frame with one hand, and reached in with the other. The Son of God under the cold snow finally fell into the car. In the mortal world, a smile surprised everyone.

Watching Master Jiu bring out that stunning beauty, within five minutes the entire venue knew that Master Jiu had brought a female companion.

The crowd's gazes and words were not enough to distract Long Qingcheng. She followed the man lazily, but the next second she was forcefully pulled to her side by the man, and the two of them walked side by side.

Long Qingcheng was pulled so hard that he almost tripped, "Slow down, I'm wearing high heels."

"Walk side by side with me, I'll support you." The man kept staring at the girl, never looking away. In response to the girl's complaint, the man lowered his head and responded in a low voice.

The people in the back looked at the scene and saw it was like a couple whispering in each other's ears. It was very sweet.

Didn't you know that Long Qingcheng's feet were flying up in pain, grabbing the man's clothes and leaning over him with his whole body, "Your shoes are grinding on your feet. Throw them away after wearing them today."

Di Yuanjue lowered his eyes and tapped the girl's arm with his sharp fingers, "Does it hurt?"

"Fortunately."

The two people walked into the banquet hall. For a moment, everyone's eyes were focused on the two of them. As the main person in charge of the Kowloon Conference, he had never brought anyone with him in so many years. The woman who appeared this time was enough to attract their attention. .

After all, Di Yuan is definitely the primary guide for the Kowloon Conference. This meeting will determine their general direction for the past five years, and it is related to the future of all their companies and whether they will be profitable and strong.

After his appearance, he was quickly surrounded by people who came to say hello. At first, Long Qingcheng could handle it for a few times, but in the end, Long Qingcheng couldn't stand it anymore. She found an opportunity and directly withdrew from Di Yuanjue's circle. .

If your heel hurts, it must be worn out.

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Long Qingcheng tried her best to maintain her posture, and found a hidden place to sit down under everyone's gaze. Fortunately, she was wearing a long skirt, so no one could see her even if she took off her shoes.

She glanced at her phone several times. The president of the Long Yuan Society had not spoken yet, and she didn't know what he was busy with.

At this time, a black shadow blocked the view of the phone, and a voice from above sounded, "Ms. Long."

It's Shadow Snow.

Long Qingcheng raised his head, with a stern expression and raised eyebrows. He leaned on the back of the chair, his long legs had nowhere to rest on one side, and said in a lazy voice, "Is something wrong?"

Yingxue nodded and said respectfully: "Master Jiu asked me to give you a band-aid." Ever since she saved Yingyu, Yingxue has been extra attentive to her.

She smiled, knowing that this was a reward for saving Yingyu. She took Yingxue's band-aid, tore it open, and asked casually: "How is Yingyu?"

"It's much better. I've been taken back..." She thought for a moment and replied, "It's in her own manor."

Long Qingcheng nodded and didn't ask where it was.

Putting two band-aids on one foot, it was indeed much better. She drank the juice that Yingxue brought, tilted her head and looked at the much-anticipated Master Jiu. Sure enough, he was the most dazzling one everywhere.

Yingxue did not leave after delivering the band-aid, but kept a distance behind Long Qingcheng.

She knew that Di Yuanjue asked her to protect her, and it seemed that the Kowloon Conference was not peaceful.

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On the other side, Mr. Long looked at the woman accompanying Di Yuanjue. He looked so similar, so similar. Back then, Qingyun left home with that beautiful college student and was never heard from again.

"Xiao Jue, is the girl next to you your girlfriend?"

During the conversation with Di Yuanjue, the old man mentioned cooperation and Grandpa Di. Finally, at the end, he mentioned the inconspicuous girl very casually, as if it was just a casual question.

The old man who had changed his previous aloofness, looked down upon everything, and didn't pay attention to anything suddenly asked a girl, which made Long Chaoyang behind him very puzzled.

He had heard Long Langhuan say that his grandfather had been looking for his uncle, but there was no word from him, so he didn't care, but now.

He followed his grandfather with his gaze and saw that she was an extremely beautiful girl who could not be looked away from.

Di Yuanjue turned his head, his eyes were cold, he looked at the girl leisurely drinking juice on the balcony, and smiled knowingly. His eyes were dark and his smile was shallow, "To be precise, she is my fiancée."

Mr. Long couldn't believe it. Although his expression was expressionless, he was still stunned for a few seconds. "Fiancée, whose girl is this girl from? Why didn't you hear your grandfather mention it?"

Why didn't Di Yuanjue know what this old man was thinking? He really had a sharp gaze, and he was still very old.

His expression was calm and unruffled, and he said softly: "Long Qingcheng, the daughter of Long Qingyun."