People present rarely saw Mo Ji attending the banquet. Even if he did, he was either hiding in a corner alone, drinking and drinking by himself, playing a cool role, playing the role of a quiet, cold and deep handsome man. Or he was.
He casually said hello to the host of the banquet, then walked directly to the Bo family members who were attending the banquet and talked to them.
Therefore, they took it for granted that they had never seen such a "thrilling" scene in front of them, where they took the initiative to strike up a conversation. When they saw it like this, they subconsciously kept silent, widened their eyes, and waited quietly.
Watch the gossip among several people.
The girl holding her best friend tightly on the side was obviously petrified.
He stumbled over his lips and wanted to say hello to the handsome man in front of him, but he was so stiff that he couldn't speak for a long time.
On the other hand, the girl with honey-colored curly hair showed a beautiful smile after a brief moment of confusion. She squinted her deer-like, moist caramel-colored eyes and looked up and down at the man in front of her. She was very bold.
He handed the goblet to him.
"Good evening, Mr. Mo. I just heard your name!"
The goblet almost touched his.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, a high-pitched soprano suddenly came from the direction of the originally quiet banquet hall door. The girl was so shocked that her fingers trembled slightly and she almost hit the glass in her hand. The champagne in the glass even splashed a few times.
The drops fell on Mo Ji's valuable embroidered gown.
The delicate silk was dyed with a faint yellow color, which quickly faded, making the spot extremely conspicuous.
The girl with honey curly hair suddenly became flustered, and a look of shame appeared in her beautiful eyes: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Mr. Mo, I didn't mean it, I just, just -"
"It's okay, pretty lady, this is not your fault, you don't need to apologize. This is just a small mistake, I just went to the bathroom to deal with it. Sorry!"
The right smile bloomed at the corner of the mouth.
Mo Ji comforted the girl in a very gentlemanly manner, then turned and left.
And when he turned around, he looked at the noise, and a complex meaning seemed to flash across his eyes. But if he looked again, there seemed to be nothing worth paying attention to.
On the contrary, the person responsible for welcoming the guests, the so-called host in the invitation letter, will be noticed by his cold hospitality.
Because the person who followed the attentive Mr. Quan into the banquet hall was none other than Mr. Bo Junchen, who had been recovering from illness some time ago.
However, this man who dominates the shopping mall is by no means as popular as his adoptive father, Bo Feiyang.
It can be regarded as a little legend in the business world!
And his feelings for the lady beside him are a rare fairy tale in their circle.
Their appearance caused the girl, whose eyes had been attracted by the handsome uncle Mo Ji just a moment ago, to quickly shift her attention and no longer even pay attention to the scream just now.
"Wow wow wow, look, Bo Junchen!" The girl with honey-colored curly hair shook her best friend vigorously and said excitedly: "The one next to him is his beloved, right? I remember, her surname should be Su.
Call, what is it called? I forgot..."
"Su Nuanxia." The best friend, whose eyes were dazzled by the shaking, rolled her eyes at the girl and replied.
"Yes, that's her!" The girl nodded vigorously, then remembered something and asked: "Is this the only one who came to the Bo family? Then
