Rebirth of the 90s: Dear Cub
Chapter 110: Family Song Cocktail Party, Yanqin layout
Fang Ru dressed up early, waiting for the evening reception.
It is considered the first time the son runs a serious business. Of course, as a mother, she must be present early on to provide support.
He sat across the sofa, watching his daughter hang up the phone with a worried face.
“Why, he doesn't want to come?”
Song Ziyun showed helplessness, and said with a smile, "Mom, Aunt Meng has a quiet temperament, and rarely participates in social gatherings in Kyoto. I'll find some time after my sister's reception and take her out to meet alone."
"Can it be done? I'm worried because my identity as Madame Yan I underestimated our Song family?" Fang Ru sneered, her face darkened, “This is really better than my family. My Song and Fang families might not lose to his Yan family.!”
Fang Ru dared to say this at home, but did not dare to brag outside.
Wanting to compare with the Yan family, no matter in terms of family background, background or background, the Song family could only be compared to the others.
“Bu, Aunt Meng is not such a person. I have been talking to him over the phone for several years, and he has always been very gentle and kind to me.” Song Ziyun walked over and sat down beside Fang Ru, and grabbed her hand. For a brother's opening reception, it didn't matter whether he came or not. In Huicheng, our Song family still needs to be respected by others? After all, there's Yanqin in the company, so be good."
"That's right." Fang Ru's expression softened.
The Yan family dominated the capital, but the dragons did not cross the river, and Huicheng was the territory of their Song family.
On the second floor, Song Chunsheng also wore formal clothes and walked slowly downstairs.
“It's almost time, let's go.” As he spoke, his eyes looked at Song Ziyun.
Song Ziyun's face was normal, but she raised it in her heart.
It was possible to fool Fang Ru, a mother, with what she had just said, but might not be able to fool her father, an old fox.
He said he was on good terms with the wife of the head of the Yan family, but now he couldn't even invite anyone to the reception at home.
I'm afraid his father has already begun reassessing his heart.
Song Ziyun bit her lips, an expression of anger appearing in her eyes.
I don't know what happened to Aunt Meng. After coming to Huicheng, he refused his invitation a few times, and his attitude was very different from before.
In the past, if he had said he wanted to invite the other party to meet, Aunt Meng would never have refused.
What's wrong here?
It was obvious that Fu Yanchi's attitude had not changed, and Aunt Meng's tone on the phone was still soft.
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It was almost seven o'clock.
The city is full of lights.
A variety of luxury cars are parked in front of the Hyatt Hotel.
On the first floor of the hotel, there is a doorman and welcoming guests to guide the way, as well as leading the celebrities and officials who come to the reception to the third floor.
There are still many newspaper reporters around the hotel who photograph the participants endlessly, hoping to be the first to publish tomorrow morning.
Many of the people who attended the conference were faces that could only be seen in newspapers and magazines. Those pictures alone are enough as a gimmick.
Dingfeng is a new company, which shows that he has a great background, and his future achievements are also limitless.
Song Yueliang came here by stepping on him.
By now most of the invitations had already arrived at the reception venue, and the front door was already quiet, avoiding the hustle and boredom of coming early.
"That's Song Yueliang! She's so beautiful, at first I didn't recognize her, I thought she was the boyfriend of a big boss!"
"Have you just taken a picture? Black hair and red lips, black tube top night dress, she just glanced at it and looked so pretty!"
"I understand! Cih, his appearance was not too well suited to his reputation. Why do you call him Yasha? This must be Medusa!"
The reception will be held in the conference room on the third floor.
In the Song family's eyes, looking at the entire Hui city, only the layout of Excelle's place met their standards.
Song Yueliang smiled lightly, climbed the stairs of the last red carpet, and the reception venue was in front of her.
The shadow of his people was indistinct, and the shadow of his temple was fragrant.
At the venue, every table, chair, even cup showed upscale luxury.
The crowd of upper-class people in the venue had already started chatting with each other, and almost no one noticed Song Yueliang's arrival.
Song Yueliang did not pay attention to others, she had a clear purpose and came here for the Mashanguan boss.
The woman searched the place quietly, not realizing that ever since she had entered the place, she had fallen into a pair of deep and dark eyes.
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The reception will begin soon.
Song Ziyun was dazed and ignored the waves of people who had come to chat, but still unwilling, she pulled out her phone again and went to a not too crowded place by the window to call.
“Hey, Aunt Meng, did you really not come?” The phone was connected, and he used the disappointed and flirtatious tone he used to say on the phone, "My family's perception is on the third floor of Excelle... If you come, I'll take it myself. You ?"
Behind him, two rich princesses of his age would come to befriend him. One of them suddenly saw the woman standing in the corner of the wine cabinet and exclaimed, "Hey, isn't that Song Yueliang? Dare to come?"
"This is really him! Look, Madam Song's waitress is past, and there will be a good show soon!"
Song Ziyun was so focused on the phone that she did not pay attention to what the people around her were saying. After hearing another refusal there, he forced a smile and said, "It's okay, I won't bother Aunt Meng. Rest up. I'll ask you another day. Then you will definitely do it. You want out... um? Aunt Meng, you want to come?"
After hearing what was said there, Song Ziyun's eyes shone with excitement, and she nodded in response, "OK, it's on the third floor of the Excelle Hotel, if it's uncomfortable for you, if it's not convenient for you, I can go to pick you up, where are you Alright, I'm here waiting for you at the venue gate!"
Closing the phone, Song Ziyun was overjoyed and walked towards the entrance of the place.
Although Aunt Meng had suddenly changed her mind somehow, as long as she was willing to come, her status at home would soon change.
That is, he could get the right to speak in front of his father, instead of being traded like Song Yueliang had done before.
On this side, Song Yueliang socialized freely with the people she met, while walking into a corner with fewer people, just in case Boss Guan did not find her before she got drunk.
“Isn't this Song Yueliang, Boss Song? Why come to the Song family reception when you have time?” A mocking voice rang out in his ears, and the visitor was not kind.
Song Yueliang turned her head, looked casually at the person who came, and recognized one of Fang Ru's sisters, Lady Ding from the Ding family wood industry.
The Ding wood industry depended on the Song family for its food, so Madam Ding was very good at flattering Fang Ru on weekdays.
Song Yueliang did not plan on dealing with a clown-like character.
Madam Ding, however, took the lead and approached with a smile, holding a red wine in her hand, "I remember Boss Song having a mother trying to commit murder, and it seemed like he was about to be released from prison soon? You're not ready to pick up people yet, and you still have the thought of coming here to attract customers?"
After speaking, the woman gestured with shaky legs, and poured a glass of red wine into Song Yueliang's chest.
Wine splashed onto the snow-white skin, staining the dress.