Liang Rushui thought about it but still couldn't rest assured. She felt that she had to do something.

There is! She closed her hands, slapped her face, and blinked her eyes at her husband: "Why do we hold a banquet in our family? Invite everyone to come and have them bring all the children in the family. Maybe Ayu will fall in love with someone's girl, and we will have a daughter-in-law!"

The more she spoke, the more she felt that this idea was perfect and wanted to applaud herself.

There was a misunderstanding last night. Song Xiaozheng didn't want to make trouble with her anymore. He shook the newspaper in his hand and said seriously: "A Yu just gained a foothold in the company, don't let him be distracted."

Liang Rushui said dissatisfiedly: "How can this be called distraction? As the saying goes, start a family and start a business, start a family first and then start a business!"

Song Xiaozheng had no choice but to move Song Yu as a shield: "A Yu may not be happy."

Liang Rushui: "I hold my banquet, no matter whether he is happy or not, he just needs to attend honestly."

After she said that, she happily planned the banquet. She called someone to help decorate the banquet hall at home, then made an appointment with the Michelin chef, and finally drafted an invitation list and made an invitation.

She was very familiar with these processes and was very skillful in doing them.

When Song Yu returned home in the evening, Liang Rushui officially notified him: "I plan to hold a banquet this Friday night to invite friends in the circle to gather, and you must attend on time."

Song Yu took out his iPad and glanced at the schedule sent by Xie Yong to him. It happened to be fine on Friday night, so he said "um" lightly.

He has not been in China for several years, and many people in the circle cannot name their names. It just so happens that he can take this opportunity to make more people, which is beneficial to the company's future development.

Liang Rushui was very satisfied with his son's performance and took a stack of invitations to him: "Look, are there anyone else who needs to be added?"

Song Yu didn't answer and leaned lazily against the back of the chair: "How many people can I know? You can do it yourself."

The invitation prepared by Liang Rushui is very textured, with a pure black hollow carved design, with gold-toned font printed on it, and there is a cluster of indigo tassels in the lower right corner of the invitation.

Song Yu glanced casually and sighed. It was indeed a woman's aesthetic, so why didn't she lay a big red flower on it?

Seeing that he was not interested, Liang Rushui curled the corner of his mouth and fiddled with him alone. Suddenly, Song Yu noticed one of the invitations, held two fingers in front of him, and said with interest: "Meng Family?"

Liang Rushui said casually: "You probably haven't seen Mrs. Meng before?"

Meng Weihuai and Mei Sixiu's wedding is not low-key in the circle. Because Mei Sixiu hardly attends banquets after marriage, few people have seen her. Liang Rushui has seen her several times and thinks she is a gentle woman to the core. Not to mention men, ordinary women can feel protective when they see her.

Song Yu responded, and he had never seen him before. Mrs. Meng should be Meng Jianwan's mother now.

As if to confirm his idea, Liang Rushui said in a second: "I heard that she has an ex-husband's daughter next to her. I have never seen her before, and I don't know what she looks like."

Speaking of this, Song Yu smiled slightly and said, "I think you shouldn't see you anymore, for fear that you will be scared."

Liang Rushui pushed him: "Look at what you said, Mrs. Meng is so beautiful, and the daughter she gave birth to must be good, and she might be my daughter-in-law." Her current mentality is that as long as the other party is a girl, she may be her daughter-in-law reserve.

Song Yu finally couldn't help but sneer: "Just dream."

Song Yu is single for the rest of his life, and he will never marry that dead girl Meng Jianwan in the next life! He wants to live a few more years...

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The Meng family received the invitation the next afternoon.

Mei Sixiu held the card in her hand and turned around, showing a sense of embarrassment. She didn't want to attend such a banquet, and she felt uncomfortable all over. Moreover, she was not familiar with those wives and was too embarrassed to chat.

But the old ladies at home all spoke and asked her to take Meng Weixia and Meng Qiaosen over.

Mrs. Meng is smart and guessed the intention of the Song family as soon as she saw the invitation. Song Yu had just returned to China and was at the age of marriage. Mrs. Song was choosing a daughter-in-law.

Mei Sixiu naturally did not dare to disobey the old lady, so she had to bite the bullet and choose a dress.

She changed into a light green cheongsam, with small camellias, one by one, spreading from the neckline to the waist, circled a thin waist, and the same pink and white camellia was embroidered on the hem of the skirt.

The color seemed a little tender. Mei Sixiu raised her eyebrows in the mirror and turned her head to ask Meng Jianwan who was sitting on the sofa playing games: "Wanwan, does this look good in my wear?"

Meng Jianwan didn't look up and was perfunctory like a scumbag: "Good-looking."

Mei Sixiu: “…”

Mei Sixiu walked to her barefoot, and Meng Jianwan was still talking to his teammates in the game: "No. 3, drive the car to the intersection and wait for me to grab the airdrop."

No. 3 was a girl, but she was fascinated by her voice and said obediently: "Okay, I'll wait for you now."

Meng Jianwan laughed and praised: "So good."

Teammate No. 3 covered his cheeks and was a little shy, whispering: "Sister, can you add your friends later? Let's have fun together next time."

After working together for a game, Meng Jianwan saw that No. 3 teammates had good skills and nodded and agreed: "Yes."

Mei Sixiu has never had a temper. When Meng Jianwan finished the game, she spoke out: "Wanwan, do you want to go to the banquet with your mother?"

Meng Jianwan picked up a grape from the fruit plate and threw it into the air. He raised his neck and opened his mouth to catch it. He bit his teeth open. The sweet juice flowed in his mouth, and he said carelessly: "What banquet? Are you playing mahjong?"

"No." Mei Sixiu showed her the invitation and said gently, "It was held by a wife, saying that she would bring everyone together to chat, and Xia Xia and Qiao Sen both went."

Meng Jianwan said without thinking: "Then I won't go, it's boring."

Mei Sixiu sat beside her, picked a grape and fed it into her mouth, and prayed in her mouth: "But I want you to accompany me."

Meng Jianwan knew that she would use her killer move next, so he quickly stopped: "Stop talking, Meng Weixia and Meng Qiaosen are mortal enemies, and I will only smash the situation when I go."

Mei Sixiu sighed and stopped forcing her.

On Friday night, a group of gentlemen and wives attended with their young ladies and ladies. Some of them came for the first time and couldn't help looking around. The banquet hall was decorated in luxurious and elegant, with a little aesthetic style that women like. At this moment, the clothes were fragrant, the temples were filled with wine, and the laughter was endless. The aroma of food and the aroma of flowers were intertwined, like an intoxicating dream.

Song Yu was wearing a slim suit, clearly outlining the lines of his shoulders and waist. He was in one hand and talking to a group boss next to him, talking about work topics. During the conversation, he took out a glass from the champagne tower, handed it to the gentleman, and then brought him another glass. He tilted the glass slightly, touched the other person, and then took a sip, and every move was elegant.

On top of his head was a crystal chandelier in the shape of a peony flower. The layers of petals were crystal clear, the bead curtains fell down, and the refracted light was fine and bright, falling on his lenses, making his eyes look particularly cold, which made many ladies look at them and secretly cover their lips and giggle.

Someone shouted "Madam Meng". Song Yu paused a little and looked sideways. He saw a lady wearing a cheongsam coming from the door. She had black hair and half-tied, smiling slightly, and nodding to a wife. Behind her was a man and a woman, and the woman was not Meng Jianwan.

Song Yu put the champagne to his mouth and took a sip, and sneered, "What am I looking forward to?"

Liang Rushui walked to Song Yu at some point. Seeing him staring at the door, she also looked over. Who knew that the person who came in was Zhou Muyun and Qi Zheng.

Liang Rushui's eyebrows pounded, and she couldn't help but ask in her heart, why did Ayu look at Zhou Muyun? Isn't he interested in so many beauties around him?!

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Zhou Zhou: The first person to take the blame in contemporary times, OK, fine:)
Chapter completed!