Nangong Ling turned around gracefully and went on stage with Yang Bojun to accept the award. Nangong Lie, who was blowing his beard and staring, was left sulking aside. Feng Yuangang, who was behind him and had a big belly, was about to say something when he was slapped by Nangong Lie.
That big fat face: "The useless thing was lost to those mysterious guests."
Feng Yuangang covered his face and looked at Yang Bojun, who was smiling on the stage. He did not resist Nangong Lie's behavior that hurt his self-esteem. In Dongcheng, it was because of Nangong Lie that he became a household name, and Nangong Lie gave him higher treatment than others.
, he could only hate Yang Bojun now. He spat in disgust towards the direction where the lights gathered, and then followed Nangong Lie and left the scene.
Everything was over. Yang Bojun was taken back to the apartment by the vehicle arranged by Wen Weichen. Nangong Ling originally thought of keeping Yang Bojun to work in his hotel, but seeing his firm decision, he did not stay any longer.
Walking out of the hotel door, Nangong Ling's heart was heavy. In this competition, he only won a reputation and peace in the Dongcheng cooking world, but what he lost could never be regained.
The driver drove the car to the door of the hotel, and the waiter immediately stepped forward to open the door for him and lowered his head. Just as Nangong Ling was about to get in the car, Wen Weichen appeared in front of him. There seemed to be a tacit understanding between the two of them, Nangong Ling was separated by a car.
Ling stepped back again, asked the waiter to close the door, and waved to the driver.
After the car left, Wen Weichen walked a few steps and stood with Nangong Ling in the middle of the driveway. The two were about the same height, one was cold and handsome, the other was suave. They had different styles, but they also attracted passers-by, especially those young women.
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Wen Weichen put his hands in his pockets. It was time for him to ask Nangong Ling for the result: "Is it time for me to give the bet now? It is indeed more cost-effective for one person to change the game."
When Nangong Ling saw Wen Weichen, he knew that he would come to make this request to him. Now it was time for him to keep his promise, but there was pain in his heart. He remembered that at the end of the game, Jiang Xiyan hugged Wen Weichen affectionately.
, there was another coldness on his face: "I will give you the bet, but I don't know if Mr. Wen and Ms. Cheng will agree."
Wen Weichen was stunned. This Nangong Ling actually played such a trick on him. It seemed that he still underestimated Nangong Ling. With a smile, all grudges were settled: "Then you must be optimistic about this bet. I am going to bet her."
Yes, my father and my mother have the same answer whether they agree or not."
Walking to her car, Jiang Xiyan in the car looked at the two men in the distance. She didn't know the conversation between them, let alone the bet. Wen Weichen opened the driver's door, and she couldn't wait to get there.
Knowing their conversation: "What were you and Nangong Ling talking about?"
Wen Weichen just smiled and did not tell her the truth. After all, the truth was too unacceptable. No one wanted to be bought and sold like goods: "Master's matter, I will go to England next week."
Since getting together will lead to parting, Jiang Xiyan could understand Yang Bojun's decision, nodded, no longer thought about anything else, and quietly listened to the music in Wen Weichen's car.
Nangong Ling watched the car leave. Jiang Xiyan's smile towards Wen Weichen was something she had never shown in front of him. What kind of life did he bring to her? He didn't want to pay attention to it. He only knew that this woman excited him.
, and also looking forward to her beauty underneath him.
Before his car came over, An Leer's red Ferrari stopped in front of him, looked for the car door, walked up to Nangong Ling, and showed him an unchanging charming smile: "Ling, congratulations, I just didn't start work today.
, when I saw the game on TV, I wanted to share this joy with you as soon as possible."
Nangong Ling also looked at An Leer. Since the last time she fell ill, the two of them have seen each other less. No matter how time has changed, there is no trace of time on this woman's face: "Thank you, Le'er."
An Leer opened her passenger door. This action obviously made a decision for Nangong Ling: "Let's go, I know you have a celebration party tonight, I will take you there."
After Nangong Ling hesitated for a moment, he sat in the passenger seat. An Leer looked happy. She thought she would have to spend a lot of time to persuade him. Now, is there hope for her to be alone with him again? What happened last time, he
There was no blame. It seemed that he still couldn't forget the past.
The banquet scene in the evening was very lively. It was a triumphal feast for the winners in the shopping mall. Celebrities from all walks of life gathered here just to climb the mountain of Nangong Ling.
After An Leer arrived at the door of the hotel, she quickly fixed her hair at a nearby image design center, changed into a dress, and then hurried to the scene.
Du Zhibin stopped An Leer at the door. He had not taken a liking to this woman from the beginning, and her arrogant attitude made him persist: "There are all partners who have cooperated with Haodong Group. Miss An should please come back."
An Leer was a little unhappy at Du Zhibin's interception: "It's a banquet that requires a female companion. I sent Ling here just now. What? Do you still want to stop his female companion?"
Knowing that An Le'er was not easy to deal with, Du Zhibin just exercised his unique power and winked at the security guards behind him. Two security guards immediately came over: "The eldest lady is already Brother Ling's female companion. If Miss An knows what's going on,
It's better to go back early, lest Brother Ling and the eldest lady come out and embarrass you even more."
An Leer stomped her feet angrily. If she had known better, she would not have changed her clothes. She would have just accompanied Nangong Ling in: "Du Zhibin, you were against me in Switzerland, and now you still won't let me go in Dongcheng. Why am I worse?
Nie Tong, this makes you look down upon me."
Du Zhibin did not answer An Leer's question and directly asked the security guards to take her out. A popular star was thrown at the door like this, which attracted many passers-by and some noisy entertainment reporters. An Leer looked at the situation and treated her
Something bad happened, so he put on his big black-framed glasses and got into the car and left.
Nie Tong's health was not as good as before, but she still stubbornly came to attend today's banquet. She wanted to let everyone know her identity as Mrs. Nangong.
Nangong Ling was wearing a hand-sewn dark gray suit, holding a wine glass in his hand and clinking glasses with his partners in the shopping mall one by one. After briefly chatting about work matters, he walked over to Nie Tong who was sitting beside him.
Looking at Nie Tong's young age, but having to face the life and death of life, he was full of guilt for Nie Dongxu. He did not take good care of this sister, let alone let her get the happiness she wanted: "If you are tired, let Dabin go early."
I’ll take you back to rest, I’ll be back soon.”
Nie Tong shook his head and reached out to touch Nangong Ling's unsmiling face: "I'm not tired. The banquet is almost over anyway. We'll go back together later."