Wang Fuxue was waiting on the second floor with an excited face. Next to her stood Yu Tianyu, who was dozing.
As soon as Yan Han arrived, Wang Fuxue immediately ran over, "There's a surprise!"
Yan Han glanced at her. He had already expected the "surprise". Song Xiang called Zhao Zhe and Zhao Zhe told him everything.
Wang Fuxue loved to match people the most. She dragged Yan Han to the best box and whispered: "I tell you, she arrived early and asked me about your location in advance. She is definitely here for you.
."
Yan Han's face was calm, and he hummed slightly proudly in his heart.
Next to him, Yu Tianyu sang with Wang Fuxue, pushing his mood to a high level again.
"Come in later and speak carefully." Wang Fuxue warned.
He gave her a stern look.
Wang Fuxue pouted, "It's all for your own good!"
After saying that, she helped knock on the door.
There was no movement inside.
"What's going on?" Yu Tianyu glanced at Wang Fuxue and knocked again.
"Coming, coming!"
There was a female voice, but it didn't sound like Song Xiang.
Yan Han frowned, having a bad premonition, and couldn't help but take a step back.
The next second, the door swung open.
Xu Weiwei's pretty face came into view.
Wang Fuxue and Yu Tianyu both took a breath.
"Mr. Yan!"
Xu Weiwei was not afraid of death, so she went up and hugged Yan Han.
Yan Han's eyes widened.
Xu Weiwei was wearing a cake skirt, and her whole body was big and heavy. She could push Yan Han to the wall by jumping on the spot twice.
Yan Han closed his eyes, shook off the person on his body, and grabbed her shoulders.
"Why is it you?"
Xu Weiwei was pinched and felt a little aggrieved, "I spent 55 million to buy the opportunity to meet you, why are you so mean to me~"
"Fifty-five million." Yan Han said every word. He already knew it in his heart, but he gritted his teeth and asked, "Who sold it to you?"
Xu Weiwei still wanted to get closer to him, but was stopped by Yu Tianyu.
She stamped her feet angrily, "What are you doing~"
Yan Han stood behind and asked coolly, "Who sold it to you?"
Xu Weiwei pouted, "Just...Song Xiang."
Yan Yanhan smiled angrily, the corners of his mouth curved very strangely, "Where is she?"
Xu Weiwei saw that his expression was not good, so she told the truth, "It seems he went to the lawn."
Yan Han's smile suddenly faded, he turned around and walked downstairs.
…
On the lawn, surrounded by well-dressed figures, Song Xiang sat on a chair and took a sip of wine from time to time.
Wang Fuxue's aesthetics is completely based on her preferences. The entire restaurant imitates the architecture of the ancient Tang Dynasty, and the roof is made of artificial snow. Even in the summer, it has an atmosphere of being in a snowy day.
It is estimated that Xu Weiwei has now seen Yan Han, and 55 million has been officially saved, and she feels extremely beautiful.
There is a small stage on the lawn, and the host is talking.
The opening ceremony is a tricky part.
There is a huge turntable on the stage, which is used to draw red envelopes.
The guests who attended didn't care, but the people who came with them all stared.
Wang Fuxue is generous, and the lottery prize is worth at least millions.
Song Xiang stood behind and watched the excitement. There were several in a row, all with jewelry and Red House membership cards. The women kept making surprise sounds.
She held the glass of wine and pretended that she was worthy.
Suddenly, someone pushed her.
"Miss, come up and give it a try?"
The lights suddenly came down, and Song Xiang stood in front of people with a confused look on his face.