Chatper 110 (1/2)

Song Weiyi was happy, "Is that because you are lonely? Who told you that you don't have a flower protector."

"Song Weiyi, try laughing again!"

Between words, they had already reached the lobby of the Fu family's villa.

The living room, which can accommodate two to three hundred people, exudes the scent of delicious food. Everyone holds wine glasses, well-dressed, and they are either successful people or ladies and ladies. It is very lively.

Song Weiyi shook Pei Yibai's hand tightly. In a real sense, this was the first time she attended a more formal reception.

In the past, Fu Zining did not give her this kind of opportunity. Song Weiwei was naturally not qualified to participate in those occasions.

Pei Yibai smiled lowly, "You are holding my hand so tightly, are you nervous?"

Song Weiyi was looking for Zhao Mengmeng's figure, and he didn't deny what he said.

"It's a bit, there are too many people, the smell is too mixed, and I can't breathe."

She wrinkled her nose and said somewhat unbearably.

"This kind of banquet is very boring. It's all about comparison and relationship. You'll find out after a while." Pei Yibai curled his lips.

Especially for a half-baked family like the Fu family, people with real face will not participate.

Given the family background of the Fu family, they can't afford to hire someone with real dignity. This point is just tacitly understood by everyone.

"Ah? That's it, that's so boring. It's not like being full. What is there to compare it to? It's better to eat something beside you quietly than to waste time on comparisons." Song Weiwei curled his lips, Thinking like this, it's better to have a face-to-face meeting with Dad and go home early.

"Um."

While speaking, she came to the corner where Zhao Mengmeng was. She was also surrounded by one or two young men who were obviously chatting up Zhao Mengmeng.

It's just that Zhao Mengmeng is obviously not interested, otherwise she wouldn't be indifferent to her clothes.

"Mengmeng, I'm here." Song Weiwei raised his hand, and Zhao Mengmeng, who heard the voice, immediately turned his head and looked over.

She got up and walked to Song Weiyi's side. "You're here, why are you late for so long? I'm so bored here all by myself, and my father doesn't allow me to go back first."

"Because it was a bit late when we set off, so we were late." Song Weiwei explained.

"Tell you to come earlier, why are you late? By the way, have you greeted the Fu family? Just now I saw that your elder brother seemed to be looking for you. "

Because Fu Zining plotted Song Wei's matter last time, Zhao Mengmeng was even more rude in private. She didn't bother to say anything polite, and directly called them members of the Fu family.

Song Weiyi shook his head and denied, "No, I haven't had time yet, I just arrived."

Zhao Mengmeng rolled her eyes and took Song Weiyi's hand, but was surprised to find that Song Weiyi's clothes today were different from those in the past.

Her movements stopped immediately, her eyes lingered on Song Weiyi, and she continued to be pleasantly surprised.

"Song Weiwei, you're actually wearing a cheongsam today. My god, I was so busy talking to you just now that I didn't even look at your attire." Zhao Mengmeng covered her mouth with a ghostly expression on her face.

Is Mengmeng a little too exaggerated? Song Weiyi shook the goose bumps on his body.

"Who chose this dress? It looks so good, and this hairstyle is really fascinating." Zhao Mengmeng said enviously.

Song Weiyi raised his head and glanced at Pei Yibai next to him, the meaning was self-evident, it was his credit.

It turned out to be Pei Yibai's credit? Zhao Mengmeng curled her lips, but she didn't dare to say anything excessive.