A luxurious party is in the welcoming and warm-up stage.
The violin was played melodiously, accompanied by the fragrance of roses, floating in every corner of the courtyard. Gentlemen in suits and leather shoes, and ladies with jewels, greeted the people who greeted them politely, then entered, joking and communicating with each other.
The goblets clinked together and made a crisp sound.
But it was soon drowned out by a string of laughter like silver bells, followed by higher laughter and teasing between men and women.
Compared with the low-key banquet held by the Bo family to introduce the successor, this banquet is definitely not low-key in the slightest. However, according to Quan Leng's lintel, these invitees will definitely not come. There are even some
Maybe, he wouldn't even take a second look at the invitation card he sent out.
But right now, in this place and under this light, all the people standing there are elites from the most outstanding families in the upper class. Even the Mo family, a hermit-like existence that has always been difficult to invite, has come by invitation. And
The person who came was the current leader of the Mo family—Mo Ji!
"Did you see that? The one standing in the corner over there!"
"He...well, he's very handsome! Why, do you like him, my dear?"
The woman who was teasing her best friend had shoulder-length honey-colored curly hair. She looked particularly playful and friendly against her fair and somewhat transparent skin. Even though her facial features were not very prominent among these ladies, they made people endure it.
I couldn't help but want to look at her more.
She obviously didn't realize that she had such magic power. She held the goblet of peach-flavored sparkling wine, winked at her friend Mi mischievously, and glanced a few more times in Mo Ji's direction.
Looked him up and down carefully.
Regarding her boldness, her best friend who caused the topic was almost frightened out of her mind. She quickly grabbed her, winked at her, and pulled her aside vigorously, leaning against her ear fearfully.
Bian said: "How could you look at someone like that, instead of telling him clearly that we are talking about him? Let me tell you, you can't afford to offend this person, I can't afford to offend him, not even our elders can afford to offend him...
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"My dear, is he not as exaggerated as you said?"
After listening to her best friend's tirade, the woman with honey-colored curly hair obviously didn't believe her words. She shrugged, put down the empty glass in her hand, and changed herself to another glass of wine.
She was smiling and planning to gossip with her best friend about what was different about this guy who shouldn't be messed with. When she got closer to take a closer look, she suddenly felt a pair of very familiar shoes in front of her, slowly approaching her.
And the best friend who was originally chattering suddenly became silent as if she was mute. The chatter and laughter around her seemed to have stopped, leaving only the melodious music and the warm fragrance of roses filling the hall.
She slowly raised her head inadvertently, her fingers holding the goblet trembled slightly.
In front of me, the owner of those shoes is no one else.
It was the guy she had been sizing up and curiously wanting to gossip about before, the guy her best friend said was not easy to mess with, Mo Ji!
"Mo, Mo...Hello, Mr. Mo!"
"Good evening, ladies."
Mo Ji slightly adjusted his eyebrows, and his peerless charm, which was divided into three parts cold and four parts flirtatious, was revealed through a small movement of the eyebrows at the corner of his eyes. Almost in an instant, he transformed the two little girls who were born in the greenhouse in his back garden.
, my eyes were dizzy.
And if Bo Jinghan is here, he must immediately say: Oh, this is the bane of old age and not cultivating!
