What did she say wrong? Why did she feel that he was angry?
By the way, he was probably chatting with a new beauty he met, but she still disturbed him after all.
I couldn't help but think that he ordered so many dresses for Lan Jiao, like a good husband to the people, and felt very ironic in my heart.
A man as blessed as him has countless women following him, but how many women are there behind his back?
There are so many women who have nothing to do with her.
Lan Xixi gathered her thoughts and distanced herself again.
Just at this moment, the car stopped firmly in the parking space.
The driver opened the door respectfully: "Master Jiu, madam, we're here."
"Yeah." Lan Xixi smiled slightly, opened the car door and got out of the car.
Looking at the luxurious palace-like venue in front of her, she took a deep breath.
It's okay, the Lans need her to cooperate in the acting tonight, and they won't embarrass her.
as expected.
Xia Xiaodie specially waited at the door, and greeted Lan Xixi as soon as she saw her:
"Miss, uncle, you are here."
Lan Xixi remembered her, the last time she went to Bo Zhanye's villa to supervise her maid.
Standing here now, he must have been ordered by Lan Mu to follow her to avoid making mistakes.
That’s fine.
She was no longer worried: "Well, let's go."
Xia Xiaodie nodded and followed up. Thinking of something, she reminded her in a low voice:
"Miss, you have to hold my uncle's arm and go in together."
Lan Xixi: "..."
To be honest, she didn't want to get close to Bo Zhanye, who had met countless women.
Unfortunately, I can't resist.
She walked over, smiled, raised her hand, and took his arm.
His movements are standard and calm, his smile is just right, and he is like a tool man on the line.
Bo Zhanye glanced at her and stepped coldly into the venue.
In the darkness, a man in black "Kakaka" took a photo and followed the two of them.
venue.
Fragrant clothes, shadows on the temples, glasses of wine, and colorful dresses made the atmosphere lively and prosperous.
While people were chatting and laughing, they still behaved appropriately and generously.
This is a banquet exclusively for the upper class.
Lan Xixi followed Bo Zhanye, smiling bitterly in her heart as she watched Lan's father and Lan's mother talking among a crowd of guests.
It turns out that this is how they lived.
They had no idea what kind of life her daughter was living in the country.
When I was a child, my adoptive father’s family were out-and-out farmers.
The house with rotten tiles is in a deep ravine, and the roof leaks every time it rains.
The walls are woven with bamboo and wood, and the cold winter wind blows in. No matter how many quilts you put on it, you won't feel warm.
The way to school was also full of mud. From home to school, her shoes and socks were all wet. She had to wear them all day long, and no one cared about them until they were completely dry.
She only had one yuan for food, so she bought two steamed buns for lunch to fill her stomach.
When she comes home from school in the afternoon, as soon as she puts down her schoolbag, she has to help plant vegetables and land, collect firewood, cut grass, and feed pigs and cows.
In addition, during the rice harvest days in the summer, she had to help harvest and dry the rice. She was tanned every summer and returned to white in the next winter.
The most impressive thing she remembered was that when cutting rice, she accidentally cut her finger with a sharp serrated knife. The blood flowed from the field to the house, leaving a trail all the way, without a band-aid.
I can only cover it with the spider webs on the wall, simply deal with it, and continue working.
Even though it was so hard and difficult, they did not live a good life.
One year, I only eat chicken and fish during the Chinese New Year. I usually eat meat once a week, which is pitifully little.