Because of that bracelet, Song Xiang and Yan Han were finally able to spend two days in harmony.
The anniversary of Yan's Jewelry was celebrated with great fanfare, especially with the blessing of that gemstone, which shocked the entire industry.
On the day of the celebration, Yan announced the name of the original stone—Salvation.
It was taken by severe cold.
Song Xiang was sitting in Wang Zheng's studio doing styling, listening to the people around her talking about the grand occasion, and she felt a little proud.
By coincidence, Wang Fuxue had also been invited and was sitting next to her doing her hair.
"Will Yan Han be waiting to pick you up?"
Song Xiang was stunned for a moment, "I'll drive there myself."
Wang Fuxue clicked her tongue, "Drive by yourself? Shunhan is poisonous, right? Let the female companion drive by herself?"
Song Xiang quickly retorted, "I was just invited, not his female companion."
Forget it in normal times, on today's occasion, if you get close to Yan Han, you are running into the den of right and wrong.
Moreover, Song Xiang estimated that the old man would also go today, and the person accompanying Yan Han should be Li Ying.
"What a crime. We should not be together."
Wang Fuxue complained and said in Song Xiang's ear: "You don't even know that Yingzi had to pretend to be sick to avoid being in the same room as Yan Han."
Song Xiang laughed out loud and then became curious, "She doesn't like Shun Han at all?"
"Of course." Wang Fuxue curled her lips and spread her hands to count them carefully, "Apart from Yan Han's good looks and wealth, he has flaws all over his body."
After saying that, she started to comment: "This guy has a venomous mouth, looks down on people, and drags him to death. He has had a stupid attitude with eyes on the top of his head since he was a child. He only has tricks if he can attract people."
Song Xiang: "..."
If you think about it carefully, it makes sense.
"But Yingzi is unlucky enough. She likes Gong Shiheng, so I guess there is no chance." Wang Fuxue shook her head.
Song Xiang was interested in this gossip and couldn't help but ask: "Does Mr. Gong have someone he likes?"
"He is too sober." Wang Fuxue sighed and said, "You know, our circle also has echelons. Yan, Bo, Li, and Lu are considered the first echelon. The catering and beauty industry like ours can only be considered
Second line. The Gong family was actually similar to our family in the early years, but Uncle Gong was not good at management and married Shiheng's mother, which made him suffer a lot. Shiheng was also under a lot of pressure, so he must have been ready for marriage."
Song Xiang thought of the previous marriage between Gong Shiheng and Yan Zhenzhen, and then thought of Li Ying, wondering: "Then shouldn't he accept Li Ying more?"
Wang Fuxue smiled, "This is where he is sensible. The Li family is not stupid. There are only a few people in our circle who are worthy of the Li family. If Gong Shiheng marries Li Ying, there is a nine-tenth chance that
How can he be willing to become a vassal of the Li family?"
Song Xiang sighed and remained silent.
"What about you?" She thought for a while and then asked Wang Fuxue.
Wang Fuxue shrugged, "It depends on fate."
Song Xiang thought of her unclear relationship with Yu Tianyu and curled her lips quietly.
The conversation ended just as the dress arrived.
Neither of them liked floor-length skirts, so they both chose short skirts that reached almost to the knees.
Song Xiang was worried about getting drunk at the banquet, so he chose black.
Wang Fuxue clicked her tongue behind her, "Suddenly I understand Shuang Han a little bit."
Song Xiang didn't hear clearly, "What?"
Wang Fuxue shrugged and did not repeat it.
The dressing room door was pushed open from the outside, and the assistant said: "Miss Song, Mr. Yan is here to pick you up."
Song Xiang was surprised.
Wang Fuxue shouted from the side, "It looks like he can still be saved."