Three days later, it will be the birthday of Ling's mother, Shen Yuefang.
Ling Fei thought about it and finally chose a jade Buddha accessory as a birthday gift.
She took a taxi to Ling's house.
Standing in front of this heavy and dark carved iron door, I felt a little undecided.
She was about to ring the doorbell when a rapid horn sounded behind her. She turned around and saw a red Maserati rushing towards her quickly without any intention of slowing down. She took a breath of shock and took two steps back.
The sports car was dangerously close to her one centimeter in front of her, and the hem of her skirt was already in close contact with the car.
The anger in Ling Fei's heart grew fiercely, and she pointed her middle fingers at the people in the car.
The car window slowly lowered, and an alluring face poked its head out: "Ha, Ling Fei, it's really you. I looked at it from a distance and thought it was some maid who came to do housework, but I didn't expect it was you. , in this case, why not get in the car and go in with me, there is still a long way from here to the main house, you can see it’s almost too late.”
"No, I like walking and working out. You can go first." Ling Fei stared at the beautiful woman in front of her, but she didn't have a good expression.
Ling Rui twitched her shoulders unnecessarily: "In that case, I'll leave first, please give way."
She got in the car and waved to a secret place. The iron door opened automatically and there were surveillance cameras everywhere.
Ling Fei also smiled at the surveillance camera and entered the door.
Ling Rui was right, there was still a long way between the gate and the main house. It might only take her less than a minute to drive, but it would take her more than ten minutes to walk.
By the time she walked to the main room, the banquet had already begun.
Many people came to congratulate her, but Ling Fei had seen most of them but didn't know them.
Ling Rui was born to socialize and has already integrated into it.
Ling Fei walked towards Shen Yuefang.
Shen Yuefang is wearing a silk floral cheongsam. She looks very young due to proper maintenance, and the jewelry she wears makes her look graceful and luxurious.
Ling Baifan saw her and greeted: "Mom, Ling Fei is here."
Shen Yuefang turned around and lightly glanced at Ling Fei's face. Her smile seemed to disappear in an instant, but Ling Fei felt that she was just dazzled and she was still smiling.
"Mom." Ling Fei walked up to her and took out her gift, "Give it to you. I wish you happiness every year."
Shen Yuefang nodded with an extremely indifferent expression: "Let it go."
And Ling Rui suddenly came over and asked with a smile: "Oh, Ling Fei, what gift did you give mom? Let us all see it."
Ling Fei was a little embarrassed, and Ling Baifan held the wine glass to help her out: "A gift is just a token of your heart. It doesn't matter what you give when you feel your heart."
"So, we should let us see what Ling Fei meant for her." Ling Ge insisted on seeing it.
Shen Yuefang waved her hand: "Okay, no need to read anymore, let's start the dinner."
Ling Rui shrugged: "Mom, this is a gift from Jiaxuan and I. Thank you for your kindness in raising me for more than twenty years. I love you."