The National Director is Mr. Perfect

Although the scene is noisy, the voice can be clearly transmitted to the ears of people at this table.

The expressions of the other guests who were originally looking at Junci were a little subtle.

Junci looks elegant and tight, but the voice in the phone is undoubtedly destroying Junci's image.

Jun Ci silently turned his handle on.

After going back, Jiang Yi will be closed.

Chang Hexin heard it too. She felt embarrassed for Jun Ci at first, but also found it very interesting. It is rare to see the male gods embarrassed.

He laughed out loud, "Junci, is it your friend?"

"Yep."

She faintly responded. At this time, the singing and dancing on the banquet stage was about to begin.

For the elderly’s 80th birthday, the Chang family invited some singing to cheer them up. They were all joyful and festive songs.

In the festive and lively atmosphere, Jun Ci saw Grandma Chang and Grandpa Chang laughing.

The guests around also brought sincere congratulations.

This kind of atmosphere is something that Junci has not felt before. Even if there is a happy occasion in the royal family, the people who come will turn the scene into a shadow of a sword, and the absence of blood can make people feel extremely depressed.

And not like now, there is no intrigue, it is pure celebration of ordinary people.

It's so rare.

After the singing and dancing, the host asked the old couple to give a speech, and then announced the start of dinner.

You must take off your mask when you eat. Junci is used to such occasions.

She felt troublesome earlier, but now she also feels troublesome not to wear it.

Because the face is so outstanding, if you take off the mask, people will stare at her all the time. When she is doing things, she feels these ardent gazes, which will easily interfere with her attention.

Wearing a mask is also for the sake of the majority of male compatriots.

Except for some necessary occasions, such as now.

Chang Hexin stared at Jun Ci closely. She had long wondered how Jun Ci took off her mask.

She still remembers what grandma said, "Porcelain, it's so beautiful."

The elderly actually don't care about whether they look good or not, but they can get comments from the elderly that they are particularly beautiful. How good is this Junci?

She was curious in her heart.

Some other young people also watched, wearing a mask when eating. How pretense is this?

After the food was served, Jun Ci took off his mask habitually, folded it, and put it in his pocket elegantly.

The scene was suddenly silent.

Even the waiter serving the dishes, just about to put down the plate, saw Jun Ci's face, his hand shook, and the plate slipped onto the table.

No one paid attention to her, because everyone looked at Jun Ci's face dumbfounded.

She is so good-looking, it's really so good that she can't describe it.

Her eyebrows, eyes, lips, no matter how you look at them, are unforgettable looks, graceful and noble to the extreme, in such an ordinary place, she is like an automatic luminous body, every move is easily attracted When everyone's eyes are met, people are obsessed with dementia.

The aura on his body seemed to be separated from the people around him, becoming a dazzling existence alone.

Jun Ci picked up the chopsticks and prepared to eat a little bit before the others had picked up the dishes.

She doesn't want to eat food when someone else picks it up, after all, she has serious habit of cleanliness.

She is also used to this shocking scene.

Unexpectedly, one day she will be used to attract the attention of others, so that she can eat two bites first...