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Chapter 1167 The painting style is wrong

Ye Wanwan only glanced at it and said nothing.

When her father was still in the Ye family, it was the heyday of the Ye Group, and its wealth ranked among the top ten in the entire imperial city.

At that time, her room was full of jewels and expensive luxuries.

Her parents bought her some, and many of them were gifts from Ye Mufan. She also likes to buy shiny jewelry.

Later, the Ye family was severely damaged by Ye Shaoan. After Ye Shaoan took over the company, the Ye family could never return to its previous glory.

Ye Yiyi not only called Ye Wanwan, but also Liang Shihan and several wealthy ladies in the circle.

"Sister Yiyi, you are so beautiful tonight!"

"Yiyi and Mr. Gu are really talented and beautiful!"

"I wish you a lasting unity and a happy marriage for hundreds of years!"

A group of people were chattering around Ye Yiyi, complimenting and congratulating her, and looking at Ye Wanwan mockingly from time to time.

Ye Wanwan found a sofa to sit on out of boredom.

A few girls chatted for a while, then there was a knock on the door, and Huang Mingkun walked in with tea.

"Miss Wanwan, please have tea."

Ye Wanwan was flipping through a magazine. Huang Mingkun placed a cup of tea in front of Ye Wanwan. At the same time, at a very tricky angle, Huang Mingkun took advantage of Ye Wanwan's inattention and moved someone.

She put a small thing in her bag, and then she continued to entertain the other rich ladies with the tray as if nothing had happened.

"Miss, the guests have all arrived, and everything below is ready." Huang Mingkun looked at Ye Yiyi and said.

"Okay." Ye Yiyi said and glanced at Ye Wanwan calmly out of the corner of her eye.

Huang Mingkun immediately gave her a "done" look.

"I understand, you can go down." Ye Yiyi finally showed a relaxed look.

"Yes." Huang Mingkun obeyed and exited.

Ye Yiyi was about to change clothes, and everyone else went downstairs.

Banquet hall downstairs.

As soon as Ye Wanwan went down, she ran into Ye Mufan who was rushing over.

"Brother, why are you running?" Seeing Ye Mufan walking in a hurry, Ye Wanwan asked.

Ye Mufan muttered and said, "You are not a parent yet, so I don't trust you. I am afraid that you will be bullied, so I have to follow you to take a look."

When Ye Wanwan heard this, a warm color appeared in her eyes, "I'm fine, let's go."

"Ye Yiyi didn't make things difficult for you, right?" Ye Mufan asked.

"When there are outsiders present, she will only be nicer and more polite to me. How can she embarrass me?" Ye Wanwan replied, and then she did not forget to remind Ye Mufan, "Brother, you have to learn this point carefully, and you can learn a thing or two."

It’s enough for you.”

Ye Mufan was speechless when he heard this: "..."

Sister, I am caring about you, okay? Why is your style of painting wrong?

Ye Mufan curled his lips and responded subconsciously: "Oh, I got it..."

The melodious music sounds, and the banquet will begin soon.

The scene was busy, but suddenly there was a burst of noise from the crowd.

Huang Mingkun and several servants were hurriedly walking through the crowd, as if they were looking for something.

Ye Mufan frowned slightly and looked in the direction of Huang Mingkun, "What kind of trouble is that bitch named Huang doing?"

Ye Wanwan glanced at the crowd with a nonchalant expression, and quietly touched her white handbag with her fingers, "Tsk..."

Ye Mufan saw something wrong with Ye Wanwan's expression and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Ye Wanwan shrugged, "I just realized...I seem to be treated as a fool..."

"Ah?" Ye Mufan didn't understand what she meant.
Chapter completed!
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