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Chapter 487 The pot was stolen

After "Saji" is over, the banquet in the main hall will continue, and the inevitable toasting session is here.

Song Xiang was sitting next to the flower bed holding a pot. After much hesitation, she decided to put the pot behind the statue of the fountain. Firstly, no one could see it. Secondly, no one cared about the fact that the banquet was either rich or noble.

thing.

As soon as she put her things away, Suman came to see her.

There were many female stars in the front hall, some of whom took the initiative to take photos with Song Xiang.

Song Xiang can also be said to be a rising tide. Basically, the actresses who are looking for her ask her to stand in the middle. When she meets the popular ones, she will wisely stand on the side.

After drinking a lot of wine, Suman took her arm and walked to the side.

"I just took a photo with Jin Yizhe and the others, why didn't you stand in the middle?" Suman regretted, she still wanted to stand closer to her boyfriend.

Song Xiang knew what she was thinking and took a sip of champagne, "Didn't you see the look in the eyes of those actresses like Qiao Huan? They almost swallowed us both up on the spot, so why bother?"

Suman pouted, still feeling it was a pity.

"It's getting late. Let's go out to have some fresh air and then go back."

Song Xiang didn't come here to play tonight, she came here to help Xu Weiwei realize her dream. The mission is over, so it would be better to leave as soon as possible.

Suman was very playful and followed her out to take a breather, then went back to wait for Lu Muyan.

"You were so lucky when you were cooking. I could feel the weight of your pot."

Walking on the path leading to the garden, Suman was still sighing.

Song Xiang drank wine and was in a slightly higher mood. He put his hands behind his back and said, "I didn't expect it. It scared me when I saw it clearly."

"By the way, there are several latest necklaces inside. You can pick them out if you like."

"That's a good relationship." Suman clapped her hands happily and pulled Song Xiang to the lawn quickly.

Back near the fountain, Song Xiang turned around and said, "I put it behind the statue. It's too silly to hold that pot of stuff."

"So you just threw a pot of stuff here?" Suman looked around the environment and was a little worried, "Can you see if it's still there?"

Song Xiang smiled, "We think it's precious, but probably not many of the people who came today really care."

As she spoke, she walked around behind the statue.

When I turned around to look, I almost thought I had seen it wrong.

The small platform behind the statue was empty, with nothing on it.

"What's wrong?" Suman came over to take a look, and then shouted, "Is it really gone?"

Song Xiang was also surprised, "It's impossible, I put it here at the time."

She patted her forehead. She would rather think that she had drunk too much than believe that someone would steal something on an occasion like today.

"Maybe the waiter helped collect it?"

Suman shrugged, spotted a waiter with sharp eyes, and grabbed him directly.

When the waiter heard this, he immediately waved his hand and denied it.

"If you two are sure it's here, why not check the surveillance system."

Song Xiang was a little hesitant. It was a pity that the thing was lost, but even if the person who took it was just to use the invitation, it must be the rightful owner. If he searched for it in a big way, he might offend others.

Suman also thought of this and sighed, "Forget it?"

Song Xiang shrugged, "What else can we do?"

Knock out her teeth and swallow blood. She just offended a Lin family member, and she didn't want to offend any Buddha again.

Both of them looked dejected and walked into the venue arm in arm.

As soon as he entered the corridor, he met Lu Muyan.

"Why this expression?"

Suman pursed his lips, "The pot of goodies in Xiangxiang was stolen."


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