As the host of this party, Xue Ning'er quickly took Feng Qingqing and others to receive Song Yanyi.
Walking up to Song Yan and others, Xue Ning'er smiled brightly and said, "Finally, the much-anticipated Prince Song is here."
Song Yan curled his lips and smiled, "How could there be no place like me in such a lively place?"
But his eyes fell on the woman next to Xue Ning'er, and he was directly shocked.
Is this a character that only appears on TV?
Song Yan raised his hand and pointed at Feng Qingqing next to Xue Ning'er.
"Miss Xue, where did you find this? Why do you still have a sense of age?"
A group of people couldn't help laughing and began to whisper, nothing more than mocking Feng Qingqing.
Feng Qingqing had expected this a long time ago and accepted it calmly.
These people just judge people by their appearance, and it seems that Li Zixi is the only one who has never said anything bad about her appearance.
And even Jingyan is the same.
That is education, unlike these people who started to verbally attack her appearance and dress before they even came into contact with her.
Xue Ning'er glanced at Feng Qingqing beside her and frowned slightly.
"Prince Song, this is my friend, Feng Qingqing."
"Feng Qingqing?"
Song Yanyi looked at her with a look of disgust and suddenly realized.
"Isn't this the woman who was found by Mrs. Li? Mrs. Li?"
Xue Ning'er nodded, "Exactly, Feng Qingqing is my friend now, and with me protecting her, you can't bully her."
She looked arrogant, as if she was Feng Qingqing's best friend.
Yun Zhimiao and others frowned.
Song Yan sneered, "That bad old man Li Jinghan is so miserable? How can he be a famous figure in Lingcheng, and he is also known as the most noble man, and finally married such an ugly woman? Mrs. Li is quite cruel to her son.
Yes!"
A young man following Song Yanyi also spoke up after hearing Song Yanyi's words.
"If it were me, I would rather die than get married. Poor Li Jinghan, now I can only lie down and be a vegetable. I might as well die."
Xue Ning'er couldn't bear to hear anyone dismissing Li Jinghan like this, and immediately became angry.
"Who among you, who asked you to speak like this?"
Seeing Xue Ning'er's arrogance, the man stopped talking.
Feng Qingqing was speechless. Li Jinghan is 29 years old this year.
Strictly speaking, my 29th birthday has not yet passed.
At this age, he is still very young for a man. How come he has become a bad old man in Song Yanyi's words?
Does Li Jinghan know about this?
She couldn't help but laugh, "You are Song Yanyi. I think our Jing Han is better-looking than you. He is only a few years older than you. Why do you call him a bad old man?"
Song Yanyi had a look of disgust on his face, "You're so ugly! Give it back to your Jing Han. If he wakes up and finds out that he married such an ugly woman, he will die immediately."
Then he looked at Xue Ning'er with a provocative look on his face, "Don't you like that bad old man Li Jinghan the most? Why are you willing to give it up now? Why are you pretending to be good sisters with this woman? You don't want to harm her, do you?"
Xue Ning'er's face turned cold, "What nonsense are you talking about, Song Yanyi, today is a small party held by me, you should give me some face, just come over and join in the fun, don't find fault with anyone."
Worried that they would quarrel and hurt her face, Xue Ning'er simply took Feng Qingqing's hand.
"Let's continue chatting." He also greeted his good sisters and walked inside.
Feng Qingqing turned back and looked at Song Yanyi meaningfully. Although this person was superficial, he also knew who Xue Ning'er was.
Xue Ning'er led them towards their previous location and said to Feng Qingqing, "Don't take his words to heart."
Song Pei clicked her tongue, "Did I just tell you to let her go out or go somewhere else first? Then Song Yanyi has a poisonous mouth."
"I feel alright!"
Yun Zhimiao looked back at the young man who stood out among the crowd, "Don't you think Song Yanyi has quite a personality?"
Liu Chuyu laughed, "Zhi Miao, you don't really like him, do you? Let me calculate your ages..."
"You are 26 years old. Song Yanyi has not yet celebrated his 20th birthday this year. You are only six years older than him, so you still have a chance."
"Stop talking nonsense!" Yun Zhimiao snorted coldly, obviously a little unhappy.
She looked back at Song Yanyi. To her, Song Yanyi was just a child.
It's funny when I think of him calling Li Jinghan a bad old man.
This kind of gathering is actually about getting together to chat. People who have business dealings or have such intentions can take this opportunity to chat.
Those who have nothing to do are gathering together to play cards and mahjong.
And they gathered together to chat about some famous men in Lingcheng. Feng Qingqing was not very interested in this, but she listened with interest.
Song Yanyi also sat down opposite them, followed by several boys and girls of similar age.
It is obvious that Song Yanyi is particularly sought after.
As soon as Song Yan took his seat, he saw Feng Qingqing opposite him and felt how ugly he was.
Even though this man is ugly, he is also dressed in such weird clothes.
Feeling Song Yanyi's gaze, Feng Qingqing looked over. The handsome and handsome boy was staring at her uninhibitedly.
Feng Qingqing suddenly said, "Song Yanyi, do you like me? You keep staring at me like this."
As soon as Feng Qingqing's words came out, she immediately attracted the attention of many people, and many people even thought that she was overestimating her abilities.
Xue Ning'er felt embarrassed for her, "Qingqing, please stop saying a few words."
Feng Qingqing's expression was a little innocent, "I'm right, he has been staring at me since he sat down, as if his eyes were glued to me."
Xue Ning'er, "..."
She has the leverage in Feng Qingqing's hands, and she doesn't want to say that people think you are ugly.
On the contrary, the people next to me laughed and were full of ridicule.
Song Yan was completely shocked. He looked at Feng Qingqing in disbelief.
"I will never like you, okay? Old woman!"
old woman?
Feng Qingqing almost died laughing. Calculating her age, she is only 22 years old this year.
Song Yanyi hasn't celebrated his 20th birthday yet, so let's just treat him as 19. Rounding off, he's three years older than him. How about calling her an old woman?
She doesn't look good here now, but she won't be called an old woman!
The words "old woman" made everyone next to Song Yanyi burst into laughter.
"Since you will never like me, then you keep staring at me. You are so good-looking. Are you not afraid that I will like you?" Feng Qingqing sneered.
Song Yanyi, "..."
Forget it, he was disgusted!
"Ugliness brings trouble!"
He dropped these words, stood up directly, and walked toward the stairs on the second floor.
After walking a few steps, he looked back at Xue Ning'er.
"Miss Xue, if there is an old woman like this in the future, please don't invite me."
Then he walked away proudly.
He didn't know that he disliked Feng Qingqing so much today and would chase her like a dog in the future.
Feng Qingqing rolled her eyes, calling her an old woman and a superficial guy.
Xue Ning'er's face wasn't very pretty, but it could be seen that she was swallowing her anger.
As for whether to endure Feng Qingqing or Song Yanyi, only she knows in her heart.
Feng Qingqing saw Xue Ning'er's face was gloomy and she was clenching her hands tightly, so she said, "I just said it would be best if I didn't come over. Didn't I immediately become a joke?"
Xue Ning'er forced a smile, "What nonsense are you talking about? Don't take Song Yanyi's words to heart. I am the host of this party today. There are some friends upstairs. I will go upstairs to say hello to them."
Feng Qingqing nodded. As soon as Xue Ning'er left, Yun Zhimiao and others didn't like Feng Qingqing very much, and they chatted among themselves.
Feng Qing was so happy to be at peace, she took out her phone and clicked on WeChat.
Feng Qingqing's WeChat account was quiet, so she logged into Baicha's account.
As soon as I log in, there is a message requesting to add friends.
She clicked it and saw that it was Wan Jing's request.
After thinking about it, I chose to pass the verification.
Wan Jing’s WeChat name is Wan Jing, and his avatar is a landscape portrait of mountains, rivers, and white clouds. When he clicks on his Moments, his circle of friends is empty.
It's like a new account.
It just passed and there was news coming immediately.
Wan Jing: Where is your home?
Looking at the message sent by Wan Jing, Feng Qingqing only found it funny. Is this person familiar?
March White Tea: Where is my home and what does it have to do with you?
Wan Jing: I want to have a meal at your house.
March White Tea: I don’t know how to cook. Mr. Wan’s cook should be happy to serve you.
Wan Jing: I invited you last time, and it’s time for you to invite me.
As soon as Feng Qingqing read the message, the other party directly sent a video invitation.
Feng Qing was so frightened that she slipped her hand and almost dropped her phone to the ground.