Fake daughters are wealthy

"Mrs. Shen, you're here." Jiang Zongnan saw her and beckoned her to sit on the left.

Wei Ling forced the corner of her mouth to smile and walked over.

When Jiang Zongnan opened the chair for her, she couldn't hold back the pain in her heart, and pretended to be casual and said: "I just saw Mr. Nie and others outside, maybe there are still people here today?" What dinner party?"

"Old Nie?"

Jiang Zongnan was stunned.

Wei Ling put it in her handbag, stood sideways beside the seat, and didn't sit down immediately: "Yes, there are also Zhang Yang and little Xu Shao."

Jiang Zongnan's brows became tighter and tighter, obviously thinking of someone.

Wei Ling continued to work hard: "I don't know if there is another party here tonight that can attract so many people, it should be unusual."

Jiang Zongnan gradually loosened his brows, and glanced at Wei Ling with the same fine eyes as Mr. Jiang's, and his gaze wandered around her face.

With a few swipes, he said: "There are gatherings in Beijing every day, who knows about that. Mrs. Shen, you'd better take a seat first."

Wei Ling saw that he was unwilling to inquire, so she sat down absent-mindedly.

She was in a daze all night, and she didn't even listen carefully to what the people around her said to her. She was still thinking about why little Xu Shao, Mr. Su, Nie Mi and others came to Guanlan...

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Xu Jishen didn't know that he had been missed all night.

He helped his old man to the box, and saw that many people had already arrived inside.

Among them is the famous Nie Mi.

There are also a bunch of young faces, such as Chen Yuan who is around the city, and Zhang Yang and Qin Si who are known as the PHS in Beijing.

Except for these people.

The most eye-catching one is probably Mr. Ye in a brand-new Tang suit.

Ye Maoshan's face was flushed today, he looked very energetic, and he was calling everyone to sit down, showing no airs at all.

When Xu Jishen arrived, he went to look for him.

Handing over the meeting gift I brought with both hands, I was very sensible, and said earnestly: "Old Ye, this is a little gift from my grandfather and me."

"?"

Ye Maoshan suddenly saw a young man approaching him and handing him a box of gifts, but he didn't react.

When he saw Su Huaiyuan out of the corner of his eye, he immediately understood, looked at Xu Jishen and smiled: "Are you the grandson of Mr. Su?"

"I'm Xu Jishen, hello Ye Lao." Xu Jishen didn't dare to neglect in the slightest.

After all, Ye Maoshan has a great status in Beijing.

People treat him politely, but he dare not treat himself as an onion.

Fortunately, Ye Maoshan raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder lightly, with a very gentle tone: "I know you, you know Niannian."

Then Ye Maoshan said: "You come here as soon as you come, there is no need to give gifts. Today is a family feast, and family and friends get together."

His words carry a lot of weight.

The family and friends of the Ye family said that they should not be treated politely by various circles in Beijing.

But none of the group of people present thought of relying on this relationship to make money outside, they just got along with Qiao Nian as friends.

Xu Jishen also relaxed when he heard this, he was less nervous than before, and spoke much more naturally.

He insisted on giving the things to Mr. Ye, talking less socially and more sincerely: "Mr. Ye, this is ginseng. I contracted a mountain in the north and planted it myself. I cultivated it naturally. I picked the best one out of the ginseng, it is not expensive, and I know that you are definitely not short of these, but it is a small gift, I still hope you can accept it."