Compete with your nemesis to be a prodigal

After all, it was the Fang family's dinner, so Lu Bingwen thought about it. If he wanted to go to the dinner, it would be best to find a female companion, so he called Meng Nan during his lunch break.

As a personal assistant, he naturally had to obey the boss's orders, let alone just attending a banquet, Meng Nan immediately agreed.

"Okay, I've paid the money for the dress to your card, wait for me at Gate A at 05:30 in the afternoon."

Lu Bingwen didn't worry about Meng Nan's ability at all, so when he saw Meng Nan wearing a light pink sequined fishtail dress outside the school gate after get off work, which attracted many passers-by and students to take pictures, he was not at all surprised.

He leaned over and opened the co-pilot's door to let her get in the car. After the door was closed to block all the probing eyes from outside, he smiled and praised her: "Not bad."

After all, he had been an intern at Huanyu for a while before, so he asked himself how much he had heard about the boss's previous affairs. Whether his previous female partners or male partners, at least they were top-notch entertainers in their early years.

So Meng Nan couldn't help but smiled: "It's really not easy to get this compliment from you."

Lu Bingwen's compliment is actually not out of flattery. Although Meng Nan's appearance is not as good as Lu Bingwen's previous star female companions who rely on their faces for food, she is still a bright beauty, especially when it comes to dealing with people. I don't know how much better those artists who only care about showing themselves.

From getting off the car to the entrance of the banquet hall, Lu Bingwen hardly had to do anything by himself. With the invitation card in his hand, Meng Nan had already made arrangements for him.

After all, it was the Fang family's private banquet, and not many people came, but Lu Bingwen saw that many of them were old acquaintances from the past, and he felt inexplicably in a trance.

Duan Zhuoheng's welcome banquet last time was not counted. Since Huanyu went bankrupt, he couldn't remember how long he hadn't attended such a banquet.

"Mr. Lu, are you really here?!"

Seeing Lu Bingwen, Fang Heng, who was standing at the entrance of the banquet hall to welcome the guests, was a little surprised. Although he gave an invitation letter last weekend, he didn't have much hope for him to be there.

After all, he was the little young master Lu who was sought after by everyone before. Although he is not short of money now, after Huanyu is gone, some people's attitudes will definitely change.

As far as Fang Heng himself is concerned, he couldn't imagine what would happen if the Fang family collapsed one day and he was invited to a high-level banquet. He thought he couldn't bear the blow brought by the comparison between before and after.

So when he saw Lu Bingwen going to the banquet calmly, Fang Heng, who was only slightly interested in him, appreciated him a little more.

Temporarily handing over the task of welcoming guests to his assistant, Fang Heng personally stepped forward to accept Lu Bingwen's invitation letter, and helped him guide the way: "My cousin must be very happy to know that Mr. Lu is here."

Lu Bingwen had been curious about his cousin for a long time, and now he couldn't help it, so he asked, "What's the name of Mr. Fang's cousin?"

Fang Heng curled the corners of his lips in silence, and did not answer in a mysterious manner, until he walked forward for a while, then raised his chin and motioned Lu Bingwen to look to the left: "That's my cousin."

Lu Bingwen followed his line of sight and looked over.

"Liao Chen?!"

"Your cousin is Liao Chen?" Lu Bingwen frowned first, then seemed to have figured something out, and then smiled, "No wonder."

Fang Heng smiled: "How about it, have you been tricked into thinking that my cousin is a foreigner?"

Lu Bingwen chuckled and nodded.

It was rumored before that Miss Fang's family married abroad, so everyone preconceived that she must have married a foreigner, so Lu Bingwen had always thought about the mixed-race friends who appeared around him.

But the facts have proved that everyone seems to be wrong. It is true that Miss Fang's family married abroad, but the other party may not be a blond foreigner, but may also be a Chinese who immigrated abroad?

"I don't blame you. People outside think so. My aunt thinks it's funny, so she didn't explain anything." Fang Heng smiled and called out to Liao Chen with a wave.

Liao Chen was talking to someone, and when he heard Fang Heng's voice nodding his head and saying sorry to them, he turned his head with his wine glass in his hand. He wanted to tell his cousin not to be surprised, but when he saw Lu Bingwen, he made a mistake first. The wine glass in his hand was almost unsteady.

Walking towards them quickly, he asked Lu Bingwen, "Why are you here? Does he know?"

Of course Lu Bingwen knew who Liao Chen was talking about, but his tone as if he regarded himself as an accessory of Duan Zhuoheng made him very uncomfortable. He lowered his eyes and glanced at the invitation letter still in Fang Heng's hand: "Of course Mr. Fang invited me here."

Liao Chen was able to become friends with Duan Zhuoheng, and he was also a person who was excited and observant. He immediately heard the displeasure in Lu Bingwen's painting, and immediately said: "I didn't mean that, but today he also wants to..."

Before the word "Come" could be said, the guests who had been scattered in the banquet hall suddenly moved towards the door in one go.

Several people turned their heads together, and Fang Heng, who didn't know the entanglement, was the first to smile at Liao Chen: "Your brother is here, don't you want to pick it up?"

Liao Chensheng cast a heartless glance at Duan Zhuoheng at the door, and then at Lu Bingwen, who had unfathomable eyes beside him. He really wanted to touch his cousin's forehead to see if he had a fever and forgot to take his medicine. Why did you bring these two together...

Lu Bingwen raised his eyebrows. When he first saw Duan Zhuoheng, there was indeed a flash of surprise in his eyes, but he healed it up quickly.

This is what Duan Zhuoheng said this morning. It is reasonable. After all, there are very few people in City A who can invite him. The Fang family came from afar, and there is also a relationship like Liao Chen. There is really no reason to shirk this dinner .

Thinking of this, Lu Bingwen looked at Liao Chen and smiled: "Mr. Fang is right, won't Mr. Liao pick up Mr. Duan?"

Liao Chen said in his heart, with you here, how can I go, and laughed dryly: "Haha, he is not a child anymore, if he doesn't know his way, I have to go and get him haha..."

After finishing speaking, Liao Chen felt that the surrounding atmosphere seemed a little weird.

Seeing the cousin with a face of "Are you stupid", I suddenly realized that what I said just now seemed to be Lu Bingwen who needed my cousin to lead me in...

Liao Chen took a deep breath in despair, and racked his brains to find ways to make amends, but probably because he grew up abroad, his Chinese itself was not very good, and he was so anxious that he couldn't organize the language at this time.

Fortunately, Duan Zhuoheng, who also saw Lu Bingwen, came over, attracted Lu Bingwen's attention, and ended his nightmare.

"What a coincidence, it turns out that the two of us participated in the same game." Lu Bingwen felt a little funny when he thought of the scene where the two of them explained their whereabouts together this morning.

"Yeah, if I knew I would pick you up after get off work, I came here together."

As Duan Zhuoheng spoke, he glanced casually at Lu Bingwen and Meng Nan's arms: "Fortunately, Miss Meng is with you."

Although the tone of his words seemed normal, Meng Nan felt inexplicably chills down her spine when she heard them, especially the words about Miss Meng, which made her quickly pull out her hand from Lu Bingwen's arm, and took two steps back. , keep a sufficient distance from Lu Bingwen to avoid suspicion.

Lu Bingwen lightened his arm, raised his head and met Duan Zhuoheng's jealous eyes, and smiled helplessly: "I'm afraid it's not good for me to come by myself on such an occasion, don't you bring Xiao Wang too?"

Duan Zhuoheng turned his head and glanced at Xiao Wang behind him from the corner of his eye, and thought he was right, but he was just jealous, and even began to doubt whether it was right or wrong to replace Lu Bingwen's assistant with a girl.

When Lu Bingwen looked at his eyes, he knew that he must be thinking wildly again, and he didn't know where he went astray. He slightly raised his eyes from an angle that was not easy to be noticed, and gave Duan Zhuoheng a look: "There are many people over there. I'm waiting for you, go and entertain."

Duan Zhuoheng looked left and right, held the wine glass and looked at the group of people who were about to move around, and sighed: "Okay."

Turning around and walking two steps, he was worried, turned around and told Liao Chen to take good care of Lu Bingwen with his eyes.

Liao Chen raised his hand and gestured "OK", reassuring him.

Fang Heng rarely came to City A, and he didn't know much about the grievances between Lu Bingwen and Duan Zhuoheng that were widely rumored in the market. Seeing that they get along so naturally, he thought they were friends they had known since childhood, and it was not much of a surprise.

But after all, he is today's master, and like Duan Zhuoheng, socializing is indispensable, so he told Liao Chen that you should talk first, and then withdrew, leaving the two of them staring at each other with glasses of wine in their hands.

Although thanks to Duan Zhuoheng tirelessly telling him how excellent and kind Bai Yueguang in his country was during his school years, Liao Chen is no stranger to Lu Bingwen, but even if he was no stranger, the two of them have only met twice so far.

The corners of Liao Chen's mouth twitched slightly in embarrassment, feeling that apart from Duan Zhuoheng and the others, they seemed to have nothing in common.

Coincidentally, Lu Bingwen seemed to think so too.

So before Liao Chen could find the topic, he opened his mouth first: "How do you and Duan Zhuoheng know each other?"

Now that there is a topic, it will be easier to chat. Liao Chen breathed a sigh of relief, and began to talk with Lu Bingwen about the scene when he and Duan Zhuoheng met in college.

In fact, there was nothing special about it, except that the two chose the same course by chance, and gradually became familiar with a group of white classmates because of the same skin color.

"When I first found out about his background, I thought he left the country because he was bullied and didn't want to seize power. Who knew that now he not only successfully seized power, but also..."

"what!"

Listening to Liao Chen's recounting of Duan Zhuoheng's memories that he hadn't had time to participate in, Lu Bingwen couldn't help being fascinated, until a scream came from behind him, which disrupted Liao Chen's story and brought him back to his senses.

"What's wrong?" Lu Bingwen and Liao Chen frowned at the same time and turned their heads to look at the door.

While the two were chatting, Meng Nan, who had been helping them keep an eye on the surrounding movements, took a step forward: "It seems that someone is making a fuss at the door."