Wei Dongming's eyes flashed with amusement, and he stepped forward.
From an invisible angle, Meng Jiao asked almost close to his ear, "Mr. Wei, we are all adults. If you have anything to say, just say it. What do you mean by coming to me today?"
Wei Dongming's body felt a little hot. "There are many people here, so it's not convenient. I'll go to my room after the banquet."
"I promise that I will not disappoint Miss Meng!"
Meng Jiao didn't mind, she raised her lips and said, "Why, Mr. Wei is attracted to me?"
Wei Dongming generously admitted, "Isn't it normal for someone to admire an outstanding woman like Miss Meng?"
Meng Jiao smiled and asked, "With President Wei's status, there should be no shortage of women, right?"
Wei Dongming's eyes burned brightly, "No, no, no, only a woman as outstanding as Miss Meng can make my heart flutter!"
Meng Jiao laughed, "Mr. Wei, these words are a bit false, right?"
"The reason why you came to me is probably because I liked Zhao Dong, right?"
Wei Dongming's eyes half-squinted, and then he sneered, "That's right? So what?"
"He Zhao Dong can steal my woman, why can't I touch his..."
Before he finished speaking, he felt a sharp pain in his feet.
Wei Dongming's expression changed, he stood unsteadily, and the wine glass in his hand shook a few times.
Before he could get angry, Meng Jiao had already pulled away.
Wei Dongming grinned, "Meng Jiao, are you fucking crazy?"
Meng Jiao made no secret of it, "Wei Dongming, you make me sick!"
"I think you are the one who is crazy!"
"A man who doesn't even like Sophie, do you think why should I, Meng Jiao, eat her leftovers?"
Wei Dongming's last fig leaf was torn off, "Meng Jiao, don't give me the damn shame!"
Meng Jiao half-smiled, "Want to do something? Come on, hit me!"
Wei Dongming smiled ferociously, "Meng Jiao, you don't need to pretend to be aloof to me here."
"Tell me, what would happen if I told the reporters outside that the second female lead in this drama is actually the daughter of a corrupt criminal?"
"Think carefully before the banquet ends, I'm waiting for your call!"
As he said that, he smiled wildly and turned to leave.
Meng Jiao's fists were clenched in one place, getting tighter and tighter.
...
On the other side, Zhao Dong also arrived at the hotel at the same time.
The hall was filled with people drinking and drinking, and music and glasses clinking frequently came from the hall.
It was also very lively outside the hall.
Under the control of security, most people were isolated on both sides of the red carpet.
These people are roughly divided into three categories. One category is the news media and reporters. Although they are not invited, the hotel does not dare to neglect them.
Specially prepared drinks, fruits, and a separate seating area.
The remaining two parts are not very popular.
One type is the crazy fans and groupies.
The other type are Internet celebrities and live broadcasters who come over to enjoy the popularity while holding mobile phone stands.
Therefore, there was a lot of security at the venue. The front and middle doors were sealed, and the back door was the only entrance.
Outside the check-in area, a row of security guards stood in the distance.
Security measures are strict, and the identities and invitations of everyone entering the venue are checked one by one.
Zhao Dong was about to approach when he was suddenly stopped by a security guard, "Sir, please show me your invitation!"
He also saw that Zhao Dong was well-dressed, otherwise he wouldn't be so polite.
Zhao Dong did not expect such trouble. He originally planned to find a deserted place to wait for the banquet to end, but someone suddenly approached from behind.
A woman said, "He is my best man, and this is our invitation!"
While talking, she took the initiative to hold Zhao Dong's arm.
The clothes are light and thin, and the temperature and fragrance are approaching at the same time.