"Which room is the birthday party of the mayor's house held?" Wen Renmo and the other two got out of the car, handed the car key to the car boy, and asked casually.

"In the Fugui Hall on the eighth floor, it is the largest banquet hall in our restaurant. Today, the eighth floor only accepts the mayor's family and his guests. A few of them only need to go to the eighth floor." When Che Tong heard that Renmo and his people were here to attend the mayor's birthday party, he immediately knew that the people in front of him had an identity in the city and his attitude immediately became more friendly.

In fact, just look at the car that Wen Renmo drove, you will know that these four people are not ordinary people, not to mention that the temperament of the four of them are different from ordinary people. Besides, the people who come to their hotel usually have some identities or some money.

Although there are many wealthy and powerful people who have seen in this place, because they have no power and power, the car boy understands that he has to be polite to everyone.

No matter how many rich and powerful people you have seen, if you are not yourself, it is all nonsense and false.

After inquiring about the floor where the mayor's birthday banquet hall was located, Wen Renmo and Wen Renyue and his son each took their women into the hotel lobby and walked straight towards the elevator.

There was a man and two women waiting at the elevator door. I saw the three of them standing, probably because they heard the sound of footsteps, and the three of them turned around, hey, they were still familiar.

"Haha, isn't this Director Wenren? Is Director Liu and President Wenren? Why is it such a coincidence?" Seeing the four people, the middle-aged man of the three came to greet him with a smile. As for his thoughts on the face, he ignored it directly.

"President Song, it's really a coincidence." After greeting the man, Wen Renyue and his wife spontaneously stood aside and gave up their seats. Wen Renmo formally introduced her identity at this time.

"Let me introduce it. This is my fiancée, Miss Tong Xiangxiang, think about it. This is Song Xinyu's father, President Song Anqing."

"Hello, President Song, I'm very happy to see you." I thought of it without saying a word and stretched out my hand.

"Hello." Song Anqing looked at him in surprise, "Ms. Tong is President Wenren's fiancée? I haven't heard that President Wenren is engaged, but Miss Tong's surname is a bit special, and her name is also a bit special."

When talking about it later, Song Anqing couldn't help but frown, "It seems like a very familiar name."

"There are always some names in this world that are similar. If you hear too many names, you will naturally feel familiar." Soong Zhiling walked over with his colorful daughter.

"Hello you, Director Wenren, President Wenren, and the future president's wife."

"Last Paris Fashion Week, the works of x designers were obviously very beautiful on models, but why did they feel awkward when they were on Miss Tong?" Song Xinran looked at Tong Xiang with a smile, but could not hide the jealousy in her eyes.

Seeing her holding Wen Renmo's arm so intimately and seeing her wearing x-design master's works as no worse than models, the fire of jealousy in her heart started to burn.

"Ms. Song seems to have a special objection to our daughter-in-law?" Liu Fenfang snorted coldly, "President Song, don't know if Miss Song is always so arrogant and rude when she sees others?"

"Xinran, what are you doing?" Song Anqing looked at his daughter in surprise. He didn't know that he had met and had a conflict before. He just felt that his daughter's performance was quite bad.
Chapter completed!