Chapter 420 (1/2)

Song Ye believes that Meng Ziheng is not a Dou who can't help up the wall with mud. His youth seems to be pedantic and frail. In fact, he is strong and strong. Once he understands some truth, he will become an indestructible tree.

So when he came back to the banquet hall after three or two sentences, the young master of the Meng family, who had just lost his soul and fled, seemed to have recovered his old calm. He even knew how to greet each other with a smile and lower his dignity.

When Gu Yitong and others find him, they see Mencius Heng, who is chatting and laughing. For a while, he is still stunned and has some reactions.

”I thought he'd be worse than dead, hiding in a corner and refusing to come out.” Gu Yitong was surprised.

Song ye but smile not language, good friend's guess is completely accurate.

However, Fang Ye sees the clue. The sharp Danfeng eye under the glasses falls on Song Ye. ”It seems that the person who found him is you.” It's also you who let him recover quickly.

Song Ye's calm face is not a trace of waves, no affirmation, no negation.

Among the four corners of the iron, Fang Ye has the deepest mind and the most comprehensive and spicy way to see things. If it was not for his shallow experience, song Yebao would have to show his secret in front of him.

However, these men were sincere to Mencius Heng, and song ye did not defend them.

Seeing that Meng Ziheng was safe and sound, several people were relieved and were preparing to go to eat. When Leng Bu Ding turned around, she saw a water blue cheongsam. She was walking towards this side, with a group of aristocratic celebrities on her side.

”It's not nice of you.” Wang Qianqian muttered a word, the footstep moves, subconsciously blocked in front of a few people.

She's the only woman on the surface here. You can't let a group of men come out and tear each other.

Sure enough, Wang Qianqian this golden sword horse, with the chicken like posture, seriously let the approaching several people's feet hesitated.

Only when Fu tong'er walks to Wang Qianqian, she reaches out her hand politely and says, ”Miss Wang, nice to meet you.”

Fu tong'er is 165 cm in height, and her high-heeled shoes can reach 1.7 meters. To Wang Qianqian, who is petite in stature, she has a sense of condescension.

”Nice to meet you, Miss Fu.” Wang Qianqian held out her hand and shook her hand. Then she separated. The coldness on her face made her momentum equal.

”I can't imagine that Miss Wang is also interested in antiques. I don't know whether it is Mr. Wang's intention or that Miss Wang brought her friends to visit this time?” Fu tong'er, like a hostess in a large house, inquires about the guests' intentions, and looks at Song Ye as if she has nothing.

After her death, the celebrities who came by also put their eyes on Song ye and said with a light smile: ”Miss Wang, I don't mean to say that if you bring your friends to the party, you can prepare a suit of clothes for others. This occasion is wrapped like zongzi, which makes people laugh. Ha ha...”

”I heard that this is the grass root of your school. It's the same dormitory with Ziheng. It's just that there's more than a little bit of difference.” Ridicule and verbal violence will not change because of the noble and humble family background. The nature of a woman, who is naturally mean, is undoubtedly revealed at this moment.