Suzhou and Hangzhou are famous historical cities. Summer vacation is coming soon, and there will be an endless stream of tourists coming here.
For people like Yan Murong who only enjoy the scenery in the mountains, if they have the chance to come out, they naturally want to have some fun.
Throughout the afternoon, Yan Murong followed Teng Xiangling, a free tour guide, for a stroll, but during the period he also received a call from Chen Hanqing, asking why he didn't go to school. Yan Murong apologized repeatedly, which was considered perfunctory.
"Are you going to wear this at night?" Teng Xiangling asked, looking at Yan Murong's casual sportswear.
"What's wrong with this body?" Yan Murong asked strangely.
Yan Minghua spent tens of thousands of yuan to buy this outfit for him, so there is nothing wrong with wearing it.
Besides, Yan Murong is a very casual person. He will not wear suitable clothes just because of the occasion he is going to attend. He will only wear what he feels comfortable-----He has to wear a suit on such a hot day.
I don't know what those people think.
"It's up to you." Teng Xiangling rolled his eyes and said.
She also knew that if she wanted to make Yan Murong listen to her, she would have to use some special means, but ----- now she had no special means to use, so she simply stopped caring about him.
Getting Yan Murong to listen to her is really harder than trying to persuade a prostitute to become a good person.
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The Situ family's villa is so big that it is more than enough to hold a concert in the yard.
At the beginning of the lanterns, the yard of Situ's family was decorated with lanterns and decorations like the Chinese New Year. There was a long dining table in the middle of the yard. There were all kinds of desserts and drinks on the table ----- Looking at it this way, it didn't look like a celebration.
A banquet is more like a wedding.
In the middle of the dining table is an eight-story champagne tower, which has been filled with champagne and looks quite beautiful under the light.
At this time, a lot of people had gathered in the yard, all of them dressed in bad-looking clothes. The men were in suits and ties, and the women were in dresses and high heels. These people were gathering together in small groups, either discussing current affairs or politics.
Handsome men and beautiful women, they will discuss whatever is tasteful.
When Yan Murong and Teng Xiangling came in, no one noticed them at all. Even if they did, they only glanced at them.
Yan Murong scanned the crowd and didn't see Situ Jin.
"Situ Jin is not here." Teng Xiangling said.
"I saw it." Yan Murong smiled. "According to the standard of this kind of gathering, the host usually appears at the end."
Just as he was talking, a handsome man wearing a casual suit came over with a glass of champagne in one hand and a woman with a voluptuous and sexy figure but only average appearance in the other hand.
The man is indeed very handsome, with a height of 1.8 meters, a Chinese-character face, sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, and slightly long bangs that just cover the corner of one eye, which makes him look handsome while also giving him a sense of mystery.
"Xiao Ling, when did you come back?" The man smiled and nodded at Yan Murong, then looked at Teng Xiang Ling and asked.
The man's voice is a little hoarse, but this hoarseness is fatal to some women who have voice control.
Handsome face, hoarse voice, a combination of angel and devil.
"Brother Gongsun." Teng Xiangling smiled and nodded to Gongsun Wuji and said, "I just came back this morning."
"Haha." Gongsun Wuji laughed. "This guy Situ Jin, I asked him how could he think of holding such a cocktail party? I was quite puzzled when I received the call. He was in love because you came back.
Only then can I be willing to spend a lot of money."
"Brother Gongsun is joking." Teng Xiangling smiled slightly and said, "If he wants to do it, he can do it. If he doesn't want to do it, he can't do it. It has nothing to do with me."
"Haha, you." Gongsun Wuji stretched out his hand and nodded to Teng Xiangling, and said with a smile. "You have had this temperament since you were a child, and it hasn't changed in all these years-----By the way, this is
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Gongsun Wuji looked at him with a curious expression on his face. Yan Murong, who was looking here and there, asked Teng Xiangling, "This guy looks a little unfamiliar, isn't he from Suzhou and Hangzhou?"
"Yan Murong." Teng Xiangling pointed at Yan Murong and said. "My boyfriend is from Yanjing."
"Oh? From Yanjing?" Gongsun Wuji was stunned, looked at Yan Murong carefully, and then smiled. "No matter where he comes from, since he is here, he is a guest."
"Hello." Yan Murong looked away from the dining table, looked at Gongsun Wuji, nodded, and said.
"Hello." Gongsun Wuji smiled and nodded to Yan Murong and said, "I have long heard about Mr. Yan's deeds in Yanjing. If we have the chance to meet you today, I have to have a good chat with you---
--Isn't it convenient not to adjust Young Master Yan?"
Yan Murong was stunned, and Teng Xiangling was also stunned.
What is he talking to about himself? Yan Murong thought.
Although he was a little puzzled, Yan Murong agreed. "It's quite boring anyway, so let's talk."
After saying that, Yan Murong gave Teng Xiangling a look and followed Gongsun Wuji to the dining table.
Gongsun Wuji put the empty glass in his hand on the dining table, took down a glass of champagne from the wine tower, and then said, "Young Master Yan, is he from the Yan family?"
"If there is no second Yan family in Yanjing, then I should be." Yan Murong said with a smile.
"Haha, I know it is." Gongsun Wuji laughed heartily and said. "Otherwise, Zheng Wuming wouldn't have lost so much face in his own bar and still remained indifferent."
Yan Murong was not surprised by Gongsun Wuji's words - there were so many people in Duckweed that night, and there might be one or two people who would be quick to talk about what happened that day, but he couldn't understand what Gongsun Wuji said.
Wuji mentioned this matter to him as soon as he came up. What did he think? Is this considered a provocation?
"Young Master Yan, please don't get me wrong." Gongsun Wuji saw that Yan Murong was silent and said with a smile. "I am a straightforward person and I will say whatever I want - but I have to remind Young Master Yan first that Situ Jinke
If it’s not Zheng Wuming, he is just a villain. I’m afraid tonight’s party is also aimed at you, right?”
"Oh?" Yan Murong was surprised by Gongsun Wuji's reminder.
"Aren't you wearing a pair of pants?"
"I'm wearing a pair of trousers." Gongsun Wuji nodded. "But the trousers are a little inappropriate. One leg is too long and the other is short."
"Haha, I was just kidding." Gongsun Wuji suddenly laughed, picked up the champagne in his hand, and said, "Come on, Mr. Yan, it's our first time meeting you. Let me toast you."
"I don't have any wine." Yan Murong spread his hands and said. Now almost everyone's eyes were attracted by Gongsun Wuji's low voice. She clinked glasses with him. What's going on?
"It doesn't matter, isn't there one?" Gongsun Wuji pointed to the champagne tower next to him and said.
"Oh, okay then." Yan Murong nodded and picked up a glass of wine from the bottom.
"Wow!"
As soon as the wine glass was taken out, the eight-story champagne tower lost its support and immediately tilted to one side. Then the wine wiped the floor and the glasses that fell on the floor were smashed to pieces.
"You asked me to take it. I didn't know it would fall." Yan Murong looked at Gongsun Wuji with an innocent face and said.
PS: Flower collection, everyone is doing it, we have the motivation. This is the end of the world, so just grant my little wish.