Mai Jiahui's villa is located at the highest point of Viagra town, and you can just look down at the villa group under the hillside. Although the hillside is not high, a gust of wind blows suddenly makes people feel refreshed. Wang Ping took a deep breath and turned around and saw Mai Jiahui standing on the steps and asked, "Are you not coming in?"

Wang Ping smiled with a little self-deprecating smile and followed. Unexpectedly, after entering, the gloomy and dark environment was completely different from the one he thought. There was a large group of people inside, including men and women, old and young. The moment the maid opened the door, the laughter and joy inside immediately spread.

Wang Ping walked into the door and a heat came to her face. It was probably because she had turned on the heating. Her body, which had been frozen outside before, immediately calmed down. Soon, a maid with the same clothes came up. Wang Ping didn't understand at first, so she realized when she saw Mai Jiahui taking off her coat and handing it to the maid beside him. She hurriedly took off the thick coat she was wearing, revealing the plum-red turtleneck sweater inside.

The beige double-breasted wool coat she was reborn and bought while shopping with Lin Ruo on Christmas. However, the plum-red turtleneck sweater inside was hand-woven by her mother during the Spring Festival last year. This year, the family's financial situation improved, and Wang Ping relied on the help of gambling stones and the gold fingers of rebirth, plus the shares given to her by Fang Hua, which seemed to be worth hundreds of millions, but her life did not change much from before.

I really don’t know that even with hundreds of millions of capital, those are fixed assets. Some of them have bought houses and shops, and some have invested in Fang Hua’s company. She still needs to save money for the remaining money. Her family wants to buy a car, and her father’s store is open and decorated. She will go to Myanmar to buy jadeite rough next month. There is no place that requires a large amount of money to invest. Speaking of which, she doesn’t even have a wallet in her pocket now. When she went out, her mother secretly stuffed her fifty dollars to tell her not to be too shabby in front of her cousin Rong Wanyu.

So this year during the Spring Festival, although it is popular for children to wear new clothes, Wang Ping's family habit is that she buys new clothes every year for the jacket outside, which is convenient for visiting relatives and to support the scene when visiting friends. As for her father, Wang Jia and mother, Rong Long, it is basically three or five years before she buys a decent new clothes.

This year, Wang Ping is still filial and brought her parents with her when she bought her coat. So this time she went to Hehai City to celebrate the Spring Festival. Everyone in their family had new clothes, but they were wearing sweaters. Except for Rong Long's white cashmere sweater, which Wang Ping had bought for her mother with her uncle's card. Her father Wang Jia and Wang Ping were also wearing old sweaters that Rong Long had knitted before.

Although it is warm to wear on the body, the style is tacky, and it is obvious that it is a hand-woven style. So when Wang Ping took off her coat, the plum-red turtleneck sweater was suddenly compared with everyone's gorgeous clothes.

Especially the guests who were already in the villa before, probably all had cars when they went out, and when they entered the house, they were air conditioning and heating. Everyone was dressed up brightly and beautifully without fear of the cold at all.

It’s okay for men, the thickest one is suits and shirts. There are also Tang suit jackets, while women mostly wear various skirts and shirts that reveal their figure. They look beautiful but not warm at all.

Wang Ping didn't feel that throwing these people outside the door without heating or air conditioning would allow her to live for more than half an hour. If this is the so-called upper class dress, she had to sigh that she really had no fireworks. People with a slightly worse condition really couldn't learn it.

This is not the north, and there is no habit of heating every household. After all, nowadays, everyone is not allowed to pick up and drop off when they go out, and they are treated as an air-conditioned room when they enter.

Wang Ping followed Mai Jiahui and noticed the number of gazes that were shot on her, both curious and inquiring and disdainful. Most people's eyes were obscure and implicit, but there were also a few who were staring at her naked. Wang Ping glanced at a few women with beautiful makeup and used the valuation of the vegetable market to scan her from beginning to end, especially when she saw the warm brand sweater on her body, her mouth was slightly frivolous, and she showed a slightly sarcastic smile.

But all this has been much better than what Wang Ping had imagined before that she might have to be alone with Mai Jiahui. She let out a sigh of relief and calmly followed Mai Jiahui to the living room.

Seeing Mai Jiahui walking in, people standing or sitting in the large living room, chatting and laughing turned around and greeted him. Until a female voice suddenly broke out in the crowd, Wang Pingxun discovered Rong Wanyu who was already in the villa.

"Why are you here?" she asked in surprise.

Wang Ping was unwilling and unable to explain her relationship with Mai Jiahui in detail. She could only use the previous move to deal with Mai and continue to smile without saying anything.

But Rong Wanyu seemed unwilling to let her go, and when she saw her silent, she asked again: "Didn't you say you were waiting for me outside? Why did you come in?" She suddenly looked aside, "Are you following me?"

"Sister, you're too much!" Rong Wanyu thought that Wang Ping didn't trust her, so she followed her secretly, watched her enter Villa No. 17, and arrived here with Brother Yan. Maybe she could still tiptoe and hide under the window to peek at her and Brother Yan's situation, and suddenly felt extremely insulted.

Wang Ping had a headache and was about to explain, Mai Jiahui held her down and said calmly: "I brought her." He paused, "As for you..."

Rong Wanyu didn't know that Mai Jiahui was the master here. She was accompanied by Yan Shaoqing. At this time, Yan Shaoqing praised Yan Shaoqing very highly. Yan Shaoqing was sweet and cruel. He had been wandering around the society for more than ten years. He was not easy to coax a girl like Rong Wanyu, not to mention that she had been angry before, and let her see her own strength. Today, she brought her to the upper class party where she used to be unable to even step into the threshold of her father. She opened her eyes and admired Yan Shaoqing very much. She only felt that he was the most powerful person. She was not afraid of Mai Jiahui at the moment and asked back, "Who are you? Why should you bring her in?"

Since Mai Jiahui is a big boss, even Wang Ping is afraid of him. This is the first time he has encountered such an unknown little girl who just felt his face. He is not angry. He just looked at Rong Wanyu and smiled. This smile reminded Wang Ping of the moment when she accidentally ran into him in the mountains of Yunnan. She was also the same smile before she accidentally ran into him to kill people. She was gentle and elegant, calm and gentle.

Wang Ping's heart was jumping. Just as she wanted to persuade her, she saw a peach-eyed man with peach eyes walking up from another room with a bottle of red wine, walked up to Rong Wanyu and pulled her heavily: "Wanyu, apologize to Mr. Mai!"

"I don't!" Rong Wanyu was also spoiled at home since she was a child because she was good at studying and was obedient and sensible. Her parents loved her like a bead of eyes. She usually didn't even dare to say anything heavy. Now that Brother Yan, who was admired by her, her eyes immediately turned red. Although her little daughter showed her posture, she still shouted with great force, and she still wanted Yan Shaoqing to pity her.

Compared to Wang Ping, Rong Wanyu, who has been the focus of everyone's eyes since childhood, has become much more confident in her appearance.

But unfortunately, Yan Shaoqing didn't treat her as her parents. Rong Wanyu was still waiting to cry, but suddenly she was frightened by his cold and fierce eyes, and even swallowed the rest of the words. "You...I..."

"I'll say it again, apologize quickly!" Yan Shaoqing's tone was not kind. There was absolutely no trace of pity for the jade. Instead, his eyes looked at Wang Ping were dim and unclear, but he was so well concealed that his eyes flashed, and no one except him noticed it.

But for some reason, Rong Wanyu, who had always been talking in front of his parents, softened her heart first under Yan Shaoqing's stare. She didn't think there was anything wrong, but instead felt that Brother Yan was very masculine at this time. So she said weakly: "I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."

Mai Jiahui waved his hand: "Forget it."

When he saw Yan Shaoqing, he knew who this girl was. It should be the cousin Wang Ping mentioned that she was with Yan Shaoqing. Today, she held a party at home and invited some celebrities and wealthy businessmen from S Province. It was very normal for Yan Shaoqing to arrange for people in charge of the business in Hehai City to come here.

Mai Jiahui never asked about the women under his subordinates. Anyway, it was just a thing. Yan Shaoqing was even a playboy. The women around him changed on Mondays. At that time, he seemed to have mentioned to himself that he wanted to play with the two girls he met with Du Chuan. He also acquiesced at that time. After all, Du Chuan followed him later, so it would be better to ask Yan Shaoqing to find out.

However, he didn't expect that Wang Ping had such talent and was obedient. He knew what to say and should not say. After understanding from the side, she and Du Chuan had no deep interaction, so he stopped touching her as he looked at the face of the Lin family. Unexpectedly, Yan Shaoqing was not slow to act. He had already fascinated another little girl in just a few months.

But Mai Jiahui didn't take this little thing in his heart. He nodded to Wang Ping and said, "You can do it yourself." Then he called him to ask a few people who were waiting for him early in the morning to go upstairs together.

Wang Ping felt an indescribable weirdness in the crowd. When a farce happened just now, Mai Jiahui left, but many people's eyes were still focused on her, which made Wang Ping, who was not used to being the focus, feel a little uncomfortable.

Yan Shaoqing pulled Rong Wanyu and ordered, "Go and greet your sister." After that, he followed Mai Jiahui upstairs.

Rong Wanyu's somewhat rebellious personality has been surprisingly obedient in front of Yan Shaoqing for some reason. Although Yan Shaoqing left after saying that, she still did it meticulously, but she still spoke in a bad tone in the face of Wang Ping: "Sister, who is the person who is accompanying you? It's so fierce."

Wang Ping glanced at her and had an idea: "You don't ask me about me, and I don't ask you about me. Don't talk to others when you go back, and I don't tell me about you sneaking out to meet Brother Yan today. Will you make a deal?"

Rong Wanyu's eyes turned and she yelled softly: "Okay, so you are going to sell me when you go back!"

Wang Ping glared at her: "You just say whether you agree or not!"

Rong Wanyu snorted: "Okay, let's make a deal!" After all, Brother Yan's charm has beaten his gossip and curiosity.

Wang Ping dealt with Rong Wanyu, but some people didn't want to let her go like this. A woman with heavy makeup walked to Wang Ping and said in a sweet voice: "Oh, what's your relationship with Mr. Mai?"

Wang Ping shook her goosebumps first. At this time, Sister Zhiling had not started to become popular. Anyway, Wang Ping didn't know about Sister Zhiling's news at this moment, but the woman's speech made Wang Ping think that she must be Sister Zhiling's senior. She pinched her throat and insisted on pretending to be sweet, but she couldn't learn it, which made people feel uncomfortable when they heard it. But maybe some men would like this emphasis, right?

Wang Ping doesn't understand the thoughts of those men, but she can't stand her voice anyway, let alone her cousin who didn't even want to answer this question just now, so why would she think she would answer her?

Wang Ping smiled politely at her and then walked away.

Wow, this trick is really useful!

Wang Ping complained in her heart: If she had encountered a question she didn't want to answer before, she would only hesitate and could not speak when asked. She felt embarrassed and embarrassed, and she wished she could drill a hole in the ground. But in this life, I don't know if the world is so big that I have enough confidence. Although I still remain silent, my aura is completely different.

She had just been happy for her progress for a few seconds, and she heard the woman behind her muttering to others: "I don't know how she flattered Mr. Mai, there was no education at all. Wow, do you see if she had that sweater? I don't know what era it was. I'll ask Alex later, why not have any unearthed antiques? Hehe..."

"Don't say it, it's true. I remember that my grandma seems to have one similar thing, hahaha..."

"What are you talking about?" A frivolous male voice rang out.

"alex~~" Two delicate voices sounded in unison, as if comparing who was more sweet, one more tender.

Wang Ping felt chills and turned around and stopped listening.

Mai Jiahui's living room salon is very good. Although the host is not there, most of the guests are happy, either in groups of people talking loudly or relying on each other and whispering in a low voice.

Wang Ping swept around roughly and saw that the living room was near the corridor in the corner, with two or three mahogany tables placed between several large potted plants. It looked a little hidden, so she thought there was no one anymore. She saw the ancient furnishings, which exuded a rare ancient charm. It was a good place to take a break. She walked over, but she didn't expect that when she walked around the bush of large potted plants with lush leaves, Wang Ping couldn't help but be stunned. It turned out that there was already someone here.

"This blue-white jade carved bamboo horse boy decoration from the mid-Qing Dynasty is bright and flawless. A three-dimensional round carving is a boy looking back and riding a bamboo horse playfully. The boy has a round face, a plump head, and a double bun on both sides. He has half annular ears on both sides. He carved his facial features on the same plane with a slight convex nose, a curved mouth, and a smile; eyebrows, eyes, nose, and mouth are concentrated in one third of the head. This style is mostly popular in the Qing Dynasty..." (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations, monthly votes, and your support is my greatest motivation.)
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