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

Feng He puffed her cheeks and had to admit that Ci Rang was right.

"I was wrong. I just saw that the little cakes there were so pretty that I just... couldn't help but run over there."

Ci Rang smiled gently and said softly: "It's okay."

Feng He sniffed and said, "Okay."

Ci Rang took Feng He away.

The place where Feng He had just left seemed to be cursed, and no one spoke.

The person who had just teased Feng He had a pale face.

What...the little bumpkin really knows the word "rang".

When have they ever seen Ci Rang be so kind to others and show such a gentle expression? It is certain that he is Mrs. Ci...

Ruined.

Several bosses also looked pale. Nothing could be more terrifying than meeting their own children here.

They glared fiercely at the young man at the center of the vortex.

If there weren't so many outsiders here, they would probably have started cursing.

Something that is capable of causing trouble but is incapable of accomplishing anything.

He just causes trouble every day.

Xie Ling is like a defeated rooster. He loves to play by nature, but he is very capable and has a good family background, so he has hardly suffered any setbacks.

This time, he really stepped on hard rock.

Cirang...who dares to mess with this.

He just teased his wife...

Cheng Hao was also dumbfounded. He did like to play a little, but he basically never caused any trouble for his family.

This time...looking at the grief-stricken expression on his father's face, it's hard to say.

Cheng Hao felt a little annoyed. Why couldn't he have been more careful at that time and offended someone he shouldn't have offended.

Xie Ling was the same. This time, both of them were kicked in the brain by a donkey.

To put it bluntly, it’s because Feng He… looks really…

He looks like that, no man would think normally when seeing him, right?

In the second half of the banquet, Feng He stayed obediently by Ci Rang's side. Many people came over to chat with Ci Rang, and Feng He would wait obediently by their side.

Ci Rang's family background was even more impressive than he had imagined, otherwise why would so many dignitaries from the Imperial Star come over to talk to Ci Rang?

Feng He felt that she must be lucky to be able to become friends with Ci Rang.

"Ci... Madam Ci, we just failed to recognize the great man... and offended you..."

Feng He was drinking a glass of juice when he suddenly heard someone talking in his ear.

He frowned, Mrs. Ci?

It shouldn't be calling him.

However, Feng He liked to watch the fun, so she looked over.

Feng He turned around and saw the young master who had made fun of him before. Because he was standing relatively close to the front and had spoken a lot, Feng He felt that he looked familiar.

"You... were calling me just now?"

Feng He asked in disbelief, pointing her finger at herself.

The young master nodded with a pale face, and it was obvious that he was apologizing sincerely.

Feng He asked strangely: "What did you call me just now?"

"Mrs. Ci?"

Feng He had a look on his face as if he had been struck by lightning.

He muttered to himself, "That 'word'? You're not talking about Cirang."

The young master nodded.

Feng He: “…”

What a joke.

Why do we call him Madam Ci?

Feng He felt dizzy.

The young master was still asking if he could be forgiven, but Feng He waved his hand in a daze, meaning that he should go away as he wanted to be alone.

The young man probably thought that he didn't care anymore.

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief and left happily.

Feng He's mind suddenly started working at this moment. He asked why so many people wanted to toast him just now. After looking at Ci Rang's eyes, he said nothing. Feng He thought they toasted the wrong person.

There are also some weird sights galore.

The way he was looked at was critical, curious, and shocking...

An idea suddenly popped up in Feng He's mind: maybe they had recognized the wrong person.

Treat him as a word to let someone else.

In fact, he was just a small employee under Ci Rang.

Feng He sighed and felt that their eyesight was not good.

The strong working-class temperament he exudes is not recognized by others at all.

Feng He stood here in a daze for a while, and then another boss came over to toast him.

This really shocked Feng He. The boss toasted him? Who the hell was he?

The boss's face was actually grayish-white, and his lips trembled as he called him, "Mrs. Ci."

Feng He: “…”

He took a deep breath and asked, "Why... do you all call me Madam Ci?"

The boss's face looked a little strange for a moment. Years of doing business had trained him to be able to get along with everyone and be smooth in dealing with things.

He thought about it and explained it to Feng He.

"Because you are Cirang's legal partner."

Feng He: “……?”

The expression on Feng He's face was blank, as if she had heard something incredible.

He showed a face that he was trying not to laugh, and said in a funny tone: "Why do you all think so? In fact, I am just his subordinate."

The boss wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said seriously: "I have the honor to witness your wedding in person."

Feng He: “…Huh?”

“Just two years ago.”

"Oh, uncle, are you kidding me? I was still in college two years ago."

"Many prominent people were present and witnessed it."

Feng He: “…”

He looked at the expression on the boss's face and it didn't look like he was lying, and he was in no position to lie.

Feng He's face showed a mixture of doubt and disbelief.

If what he said was true, then what was the life he had lived in all these years in his memory? Could it all be fake?

Feng He had cold sweat on his forehead. He looked at Ci Rang who was surrounded by people not far away, but still couldn't muster up the courage to ask him in person.

Feng He called a CEO at random, "Hello."

When the boss saw it was him, the expression on his face became very surprised.

He looked flattered and said, "What is it that Madam Ci wants to talk to me about?"

Feng He: "Why do you call me Madam Ci?"

The boss looked puzzled but didn't dare to say anything, and said sullenly: "...Because you are it."

Feng He then went on to ask the next person. This time he asked like a noble lady.

"Hello, Madam Ci. I was fortunate enough to attend your wedding with my husband before. I thought you were absolutely stunning."

After hearing so many similar answers, Feng He's expression became forced. No, he really was Mrs. Ci.

How is that possible? When did he marry Ci Rang?

Feng He felt that his thoughts were very messy now, and he really wanted to recall the so-called wedding in his mind.

As a result, he actually remembered some fragments of it.

Ci Rang took his hand and put the ring on her finger, and finally kissed the back of his hand.

Feng He: “…” Damn, that’s not possible.