Quick Pass: The host has no desire to survive

Chapter 319 Missy Can Have Any Bad Ideas (35)

Bei'er looked at the well-dressed men and women in the banquet hall, seeing them raising their lights and chatting in a friendly manner, her pretty eyebrows involuntarily frowned slightly.

Under these luxurious and luxurious faces, have they all become festered and decayed?

He Yunqing handed a glass of fruit juice to Bei'er, while she picked up a glass of champagne herself, raised her eyebrows slightly, and said with a bit of contempt: "Did you see that fat man in front of us?"

Bei Er followed his line of sight, and saw a fat middle-aged man in a black suit holding a beautiful woman in his arms five meters away from them.

Narrowing her eyes slightly, she glanced at He Yunqing suspiciously.

"Don't look at this man as disgusting, but he is the president of Fortune Bank." He Yunqing took a sip of the red wine in his glass with thin lips, and said with a disdainful tone.

"SH's most powerful foreign bank? No wonder this person can appear at the banquet of Di's family."

"The person over there who wears the same clothes as Peacock is the young owner of Xiyun Restaurant."

"..."

Bei'er listened to He Yunqing's continuous introduction of those famous people, and noticed a few malicious eyes in the middle of it, which had been sticking tightly to her body.

She still had an angel-like warm smile on her face, and He Yunqing beside her had already been entangled by other people who wanted to build relationships.

He Yunqing was surrounded by a group of people, looking at Bei Er who was outside the crowd, he signaled her not to run around with worried eyes.

Bei'er's big eyes returned a reassuring look to him, so she turned and left to find a quiet corner to sit down.

Seeing that she was sitting there without being harassed, He Yunqing began to socialize with other people openly.

Bei'er is sitting in the rest area in the corner with an extremely elegant posture, her obsidian-like eyes are filled with the curiosity of a little girl, looking here and there for a while.

With this appearance, in the eyes of others, she is like a curious baby, looking at the decoration and people around her.

But in fact, she was just looking for those who were staring at her, confirming their location, so as to figure out what these people wanted to do to her.

After she determined the location of everyone, Bei Er stopped looking elsewhere, but sat there like a good baby and listened to the music played by the orchestra over there.

10 minute later.

He Yunqing was still surrounded by some people, but a woman dressed as a maid walked over from Bei'er, and asked in a flat tone, "Are you Miss Zhang Bei'er from the Zhang Mansion?"

The corner of Bei'er's mouth curled up into a smile, and he replied with a dignified and elegant expression: "I am, what do you want?"

The maid bowed slightly, put her hands in front of her, with a professional smirk on her face, "Miss Zhang, my old lady is here to invite you."

"Old lady of the Di family?"

"Yes, Miss Zhang."

"Sorry, I don't think I know the old lady of the Di family, why does she want to see me?"

When the maid heard her words, the smile on the corner of her mouth froze. This was probably the first time someone wanted to refuse to see her old lady, "Miss Zhang, just follow me, or the old lady will blame me and think I Offended Ms. Zhang, "

Bei Er heard the contempt in her words.

This person never lowered his posture from the very beginning. When talking to her, he didn't use honorific words, and he looked down upon her completely.

It is said that there are seventh-rank officials in front of the prime minister's door.

This Di's dog is really annoying.

When she received the invitation from Di's family, she knew that someone wanted to see her.

Recently, she has been in close contact with Di Chengting, because he is the future heir of the Di family, and he is valued by the family.

And she was the only girl, which put the Di family in a crisis, so they wanted her to appear at this dinner party.

Standing up from the resting chair, she said lightly, "You lead the way."

The maid slightly breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, she was really afraid that if the girl didn't go, the old lady would definitely blame her for not being able to do things well, and she would have to lose face among the servants of the Di family.

The tone was more respectful than just now: "Miss Zhang, please come with your servant."

Following her footsteps, Bei'er came to a lounge.

After the door was opened, I saw an old lady dressed in elegant and luxurious clothes, sitting on a chair made of golden nanmu, with an imperial green jade bracelet on her wrist, and wearing a pomegranate multi-fu jacket skirt .

This was the old lady that Di Chengting met when she walked out of Di's house when she was not feeling well that day.

At the moment, there are three other women beside her.

A woman wearing a light blue cheongsam with cranes embroidered on it is squatting on the ground to make tea for this old lady. It was pleasing to the eye and made her a little admired.

Among the other two women, one of them was a slightly younger woman in a small pink and purple dress, standing beside the old lady and talking eloquently. She didn't know what she said, which made the old lady laugh happily.

The other one is wearing a dark Citi dress, with a lady's bun on her arm. She has a serious and dull expression, and she is not as good-looking as the two just now. She is about 40 years old. Beier can't help guessing that she should be Di Chengting's. Sister-in-law, a widowed woman whose husband died.

"Old lady, Miss Zhang is here." The maid who brought Bei'er in said respectfully.

The old lady didn't answer, but asked the eloquent woman, "Zhihua, how could my eldest grandson dig out a hornet's nest? You will have to go to prison in the future, and you can't let him get hurt."

Zhihua in a pink dress smiled and replied, "Mother, I know, I will definitely take care of Jinger in the future."

The old lady nodded in satisfaction, then turned her head to look at Bei Er who was standing at the door, her shrewd eyes watched her up and down carefully.

The look at Bei'er is extremely uncomfortable, and also too blunt and rude, as if at the moment she is an item, letting the people here to look at and choose at will.

Just when Bei'er was about to erupt, the old lady of the Di family finally spoke to her, "Are you the daughter of that kid Zhang Rongsheng?"

Bei'er narrowed her eyes slightly, her long and dense eyelashes concealed the anger and disgust in her eyes.

The soft and waxy voice replied with some respect, "Zhang Rongsheng is the father of the little girl, I wonder if you are?"

The old lady of the Di family snorted coldly in her heart. This teenage girl has a lot of eyes. It's not that she hasn't seen herself before, but she came to ask who she is at this moment.

"Oh, look at my memory. I, an old woman, haven't introduced myself to you yet. I am the mistress of the Di family, Di Chengting's mother. Do you remember, little girl?"

(End of this chapter)