Quickly wear, what should I do if the vicious cannon fodder is too stupid

Feng He was really touched by his enthusiasm, but it was hard for her to refuse.

After all, it's for his own good.

And to be honest, Ci Rang really knows him very well.

Feng He sometimes felt that Ci Rang understood him better than he himself.

Feng He shook his head.

Don’t think about it. With Ci Rang being such a good friend, where can he find the next one?

Because of Ci Rang's control over Feng He's diet and the combination of healthy foods, Feng He's skin seems to have improved to a greater extent.

He looks so fragile that one can't help wanting to bite his face.

It's like a walking bouncy jelly.

It was difficult to concentrate when looking at Feng He's graceful profile.

Fenghe has a very healthy lifestyle and basically never stays up late.

So I was able to get up very early the next day and get up with Ci Rang.

The clothes Feng He brought were of no use because Ci Rang had prepared them for him.

Feng He held the suit made of very expensive material and twitched her lips speechlessly.

Since they have special clothes to wear when they go on business trips, why does he have to bring his own clothes?

Ci Rang saw through Feng He's thoughts immediately. He squinted his eyes and said, "It's just that sometimes you have to dress formally for a banquet, but at other times you can wear whatever you like. I didn't say anything at the time because I was afraid you would feel uncomfortable."

Feng He's face suddenly turned red, but was it that obvious just now?

Feng He nodded hesitantly.

"Yes Yes."

Ci asked Dai Fenghe to meet their partner first. The small world under the jurisdiction of the Quick Travel Bureau needs the commission of the creator before they can send people to modify the task.

This time they came to meet such a client.

Customers want to see a changed ending.

So he entrusted the Quick Travel Bureau to help him realize this wish.

Feng He was stunned when he heard this. He didn't know that there were so many procedures to go through before he could complete a task.

After finishing the conversation with the client, Feng He asked Ci Rang curiously: "Who created the dozen or so mission worlds I was working on?"

When Ci Rang heard his question, his eyes flashed twice.

Then he smiled apologetically, "These kinds of things are covered by confidentiality agreements. I have no way of knowing. Maybe yours is not under my jurisdiction."

After saying this, he answered softly in his heart: It’s me.

Feng He nodded, "Okay."

"We have a party to attend tomorrow night."

Feng He was stunned for a moment, "Ah, there is a banquet."

Words made him nod.

"It's a banquet hosted by the King of the Federation. The Quick Wear Bureau was invited to attend and sent the two of us as representatives."

Feng He opened his mouth wide when he heard this, and it was obvious that he was very surprised.

I was also very curious about this banquet.

"Wow, if I attend this party, won't I be able to meet a lot of people that I never normally meet?"

Fenghe's eyes are like stars.

Ci Rang just smiled and didn't say anything.

"The rest of the time, just take a good rest."

"Ah."

On the third day of their business trip, they attended a celebrity banquet held at the Imperial Hotel.

The dinner was extremely luxurious, and everyone coming and going seemed to be covered in a layer of golden light.

The wine glasses clinked and the shadows of Penang were everywhere.

Feng He wore the dress given to him by Ci Rang and followed behind Ci Rang like a quail.

The venue is winding and it's hard to find your way around.

It's very unfriendly to Fenghe, who has a poor sense of direction.

Ci Rang looked at Feng He who had been following him, and a deep smile flashed in his eyes.

Feng He rarely has the opportunity to come to such a high-end place, and his eyes are full of curiosity.

Look around, look here, touch there.

Ci Rang pulled Feng He to his side and let Feng He walk side by side with him.

Feng He found that many people greeted Ci Rang, and some even wanted to toast him.

In short, Ci Rang's identity and status were very extraordinary.

Feng He blinked and was attracted by the small cake on the cake stand next to her.

There are lots of desserts and all kinds of cakes.

Feng He swallowed and came when she smelled the scent.

I like it so much.

He walked away on his own. The person he was communicating with saw Feng He's destination. A hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes, but the main tone was still doting.

After figuring out Feng He's destination, he withdrew his gaze.

I only occasionally pay attention to Fenghe's movements besides communicating with her.

Feng He looked at the cart of desserts with sparkling eyes.

It looked really tempting, so he picked up a white porcelain plate and a fork and started picking up the desserts onto his plate.

Strawberry tart, mango pudding, pistachio croissant, taro cake, tiramisu...

After choosing the cake she wanted to eat, Feng He found a sofa and prepared to sit down and enjoy it slowly.

The delicious food in front of him had attracted him so much that he completely forgot about what his boss had said.

Since Feng He's image of silently eating cake was too weird in this place, he naturally became the focus of the young masters and young ladies who came to the banquet with nothing to do.

"Pfft - look where that bumpkin came from?"

"I have never seen anyone eat like this in my life..."

"He eats too much. He eats so many high-calorie foods, and he's not afraid of getting fat to death."

"Oh, that's normal. Most people can't afford anything else except nutrient solution. Not to mention these expensive cakes."

"Don't you think his face looks familiar?"

The more Zhao Qingmu looked at Feng He, the more familiar he felt he was, but it was as if there was a layer of gauze between them and he found it difficult to remember him.

However, he was the only one who had such an idea.

"No, this is the first time I've met him."

"Ah, what are you talking about? I don't have any impression of him at all. And he doesn't seem to be from the same circle."

"Yes, I haven't seen it either."

Feng He was sitting in a place happily eating cake when she suddenly felt as if there was a group of people surrounding her.

Feng He blinked in confusion. Why were there so many people around him when he looked up?

The light on Fenghe's side was dim, and the position where he was sitting was very unique, so they could only see the side profile of Fenghe.

Feng He asked doubtfully, "Is there something wrong?"

"puff--"

Some people couldn't help but burst out laughing.

This laughter was full of mockery.

Of course Feng He heard it. He restrained his politeness and looked at the group of men and women gathered in front of him without much joy.

It's really strange these days. Even when he's just eating, people come to watch.

"Little bumpkin, how are you qualified to attend this banquet?"

One of the lazy voices asked.

Another burst of laughter came from the side.

Feng He: “…”

Little bumpkin, that's what he was called.

Feng He wanted to speak, but didn't dare to.

These men and women must be young masters and young ladies with excellent family backgrounds, and he cannot afford to offend them.