Wealthy Marriage: The President's Dumb Wife

In the end, Zhen Qi still put on the pair of [-]cm high heels, and with Song Jiyao's support, tremblingly walked into the car.

Song Jiyao has been calling Song Yu all the time, but there is no one answering there. Zhen Qi sat quietly in the car, looked at Song Jiyao's anxious look, and finally said slowly: "It's okay, be careful when I walk in a while , besides, wearing such shoes, I will not be able to cause trouble even if I want to, so you can rest assured now."

Song Jiyao's Adam's apple twitched slightly. He actually liked girls like Zhenqi very much. If he hadn't met Luo Shanshan, if she wasn't the girl his cousin liked, he would really pursue her.

"Don't embarrass yourself."

Zhen Qi wasn't embarrassing herself, but what she was worried about now was how she could walk through that distance safely and sit on the seat safely, what would happen if Song Yu hadn't arrived at her yet.

Zhen Qi really came here for whatever she was afraid of. When they arrived, there were already many people at the banquet, and instead of Song Yu standing at the door, there was An Yuan in full dress.

"Why is she here?" Song Jiyao stood up nervously

Zhen Qi also realized the danger, but after calling Song Yu again, there was still no answer.

The car stopped, Song Jiyao's palms were sweating coldly, An Yuan didn't intend to go in at all, on the contrary, some of Song Yu's business rivals also got together because of her, they seemed to be chatting, but everyone's eyes They all drifted into the car inadvertently.

This car belongs to Song Yu. Everyone is looking forward to the mysterious girlfriend of Song Jing Group's chief tonight.

"Let's go down." Ren Zhenqi smiled at Song Jiyao as she saw more and more people around her. Now Song Yu had no hope.

The moment Zhenqi's foot stepped on the ground, she twisted instinctively, and her forehead was already covered with cold sweat. Zhenqi took a deep breath, and pulled the other foot out of the car. .

Song Yu's driver cleverly supported her, but when everyone saw Song Jiyao and the trembling Zhen Qi coming out of the car, Zhen Qi was a little embarrassed.

"This is Mr. Song's current girlfriend, Lu Zhenqi, Miss Lu!" An Yuan looked at Zhen and said to the people present with a smile.

Although she was smiling, Zhen Qi still saw the hatred flashing in her eyes.

Song Jiyao stood beside Zhenqi calmly, and coughed lightly: "President Song has something to do at the moment, and he will be there later, everyone, please take a seat."

": Miss Zhenqi, let's sit down together." An Yuan smiled lightly: "Don't just stand there."

Zhen Qi gave An Yuan a hard look, the most poisonous woman's heart, anyone with a discerning eye knows that it is a problem for her to stand still, let alone walking, Zhen Qi silently greeted An Yuan's house within a five-kilometer radius .

"What should I do? He let me go." Zhen Qi said to Song Jiyao next to her with a stiff smile on her face.

"What should I do? How about you go over there?"

Zhen Qi visually measured the distance between her and An Yuan, and it was less than a hundred steps, but now it seemed like an impossible task.

"Do you want me to help you there?" Song Jiyao wrinkled his nose.

Zhen Qi waved her hand and looked at An Yuan domineeringly: "She is waiting to see my good show, you help me over there and become a joke with you."

Song Jiyao didn't really want to be a joke, but now he can't make Zhenqi a joke, for himself and for Song Yu, but Lu Zhenqi, a woman who usually looks very unreliable, told him so confidently, "Don't worry about me. I will definitely walk over, you are waiting here for uncle."

Zhenqi really walked over, every step was so terrified, Zhenqi took a deep breath, before her mother told herself that the step that the mermaid princess did not take after changing her legs was bloody, before she She didn't understand what this meant, but now she understood that every step she took would be bloody.

It's just that the mermaid princess is for her prince, who am I for?Zhenqi was a little bit lost, but this kind of loss instantly "swelled" when she met everyone's ambiguous eyes. Zhenqi felt that no matter how glamorous she was wearing at this moment, she was still Cinderella in her bones. Song Yu was ashamed, and Zhen Qi stood in front of An Yuan with her head buried. She must be acting like a clown now.

A pair of pure white hands stretched out in front of Zhen Qi's eyes, and when she raised her eyes, she met An Yuan's beautiful smile.

Is it just the rhythm to shake hands with me?Zhenqi's mind was in a daze, women are really fickle.

"Let's go in together."

An Yuan's voice was very moving, which made Zhen Qi wander off habitually.

Nodding like pounding garlic, Zhenqi was waiting for this moment, so she stretched out her hand and put it on An Yuan's hand without saying a word. It was just a moment of skin contact, and Zhenqi was very uncomfortable with the delicate and boneless feeling. She retracted her hands slightly, and then smiled brightly at An Yuan.

The light in An Yuan's eyes went out instantly, and Zhen Qi felt that her world was spinning, and she let out an exclamation without any image, and Zhen Qi fell to the ground under everyone's gaze.

The hem of the skirt was torn, one of the high heels fell outside the red carpet, and the crystal crown pinned to the bun fell on the back of Zhenqi's hand. Zhenqi, who was still in panic, instinctively withdrew her hand .

She was really ashamed this time, Zhenqi looked at her foot without a shoe and sniffed her nose fiercely, her red eyes were full of An Yuan's panicked face, but the smugness in her eyes was fierce. Pricking Jenky's heart.

"Are you okay?" An Yuan held out her hand.

After Zhen Qi knocked down those hands fiercely, thousands of muddy horses were galloping past her heart. How could this woman go too far? She obviously pushed herself on purpose. How could she do this.Zhenqi buried her head and began to sob softly amidst the discussions among the crowd.

"My woman doesn't need other people's help. When she arrives, I can only hug her."

A dark shadow enveloped her condescendingly, and then a coat with a familiar atmosphere was draped over Zhenqi's trembling shoulders.

"Brother—Mr. Song." All this happened so quickly, Song Jiyao hadn't recovered from the accident of Zhenqi's fall, and Song Yu's appearance gave him another surprise. Song Jiyao took a photo of the one who attended the banquet Pat your own little heart.

"Uncle——" Zhen Qi looked at the magnified face, even though she turned her face, she still wanted to cry, because her Bawang mobile phone was gone.

Gently holding that aggrieved face, Song Yu slowly wiped away Zhen Qi's tears: "I'm late, I'm sorry."