Chapter 943

Entering the banquet hall, Ji Qianchen took Ling Xiaohan to find a place to sit down and rest.

"Husband, how much will you donate later?"

Ji Qianchen took a grape from the fruit plate and handed it to Ling Xiaohan's mouth.

"you has the final say, the money is yours." Ling Xiao opened his mouth and took the grapes she had fed.

"Oh, how about donating all your company's assets?"

Ji Qianchen took his arm and joked about Ling Xiaohan.

"Well, as long as you don't care, I can."

Anyway, it's her who loves to spend money. It's OK that she doesn't care.

Here, she is responsible for spending money, and he is responsible for making money.

"Wow, it's so generous. What shall we do when we sleep on the street and beg?"

"Don't worry, there won't be such a day. I'll help you earn it back." Ling Xiaohan reached out and pinched her slender waist.

"Also, you are so powerful. The whole people in Yuncheng know how you rose rapidly in two years. It's not impossible to give you another two years and create a business myth. " Ji Qianchen worships Ling Xiaohan.

He is worthy of being the God of his own face.

Now think about it, except for Ling Xiaohan, no one can get into her eyes.

"Exactly, it's only half a year now."

Ling Xiaohan helped her correct what she said.

"Half a year to create a business myth? You can do that. Very strong. "

Ji Qianchen was bluffed by his courage.

Two people sat for a while, and tonight's charity dinner officially began.

The host stood in the middle of the banquet hall with a microphone to deliver a speech.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the annual Yuncheng charity dinner. The purpose of this dinner is to hope that all the famous families and celebrities in the circle can reach out to help launch our donation plan for the disabled and children in the poor mountainous areas in Yuncheng, so as to contribute to the future of Yuncheng..."

Ji Qianchen stands at the side of Ling Xiaohan's body. Ling Xiaohan naturally hugs her waist and listens to the host's boasting.

"Boring!"

Ling Xiaohan was totally impatient.

He likes to do things in a single way, not in a long and smelly row.

Ji Qianchen was not interested at all. He nodded in agreement with Ling Xiaohan's words, "I also feel bored. If I donate money, I will donate it. Why do I make all this mess? I'm afraid I can't persuade you to donate money.". With this American time, the money has been sent to the disaster area. " Make complaints about

's endless tucks.

Her woman is always as lovely as ever.

At the corner of the stairs, a woman wearing a white mask and a long black dress, with a glass of red wine in her hand, quietly watched the couple standing in the banquet hall.

The long speech finally came to an end and finally began to get to the point.

It's your turn to start paying.

Some people are generous and others are mean.

There are millions of them and tens of millions of them.

Ji Qianchen took Ling Xiaohan's hand and said, "let's donate too. Is it too little to donate one hundred million yuan? How about five hundred million? "

"All right."

Ling Xiaohan nodded and didn't give him too much advice.

His sharp eyes swept all around.

Why does he always feel a pair of eyes peeping at them in the dark.

But where is the man?

Ji Qianchen is walking forward, watching Ling xiaohandun stop, can't help but poke his elbow, "what's the matter? Are you in a daze? "

Ling Xiaohan looks back, frowns and doesn't speak. He continues to walk to the donation area with her.

Fisher has no money to donate. She was invited by the investment tycoons to attend. In order to give them some face, she also helped charity by the way.

Wearing a knee length red dress and a red feather mask, she looks like a gorgeous red lotus blooming in the dark.

Even wearing a mask can't cover up her beauty and temperament.

She sat alone in the sofa area drinking, legs overlapping, elegant temperament.

From time to time, someone came to invite her to have a drink, and she flatly refused.

This kind of banquet hall used to be her home.

Now I don't know if I'm old or not. I don't feel at all about these places or enjoy them.

"Fisher."

Song Qian found her in a white suit with a glass of red wine in his hand.

Feixue is very surprised. She frowns at Song Qian. "Can you see that?"

"Of course, your temperament is unique and natural. Besides, if I look at you with my painter's unique eyes, I will find you from thousands of people in three seconds without looking at your face."

Song Qian smiled confidently, sat beside her, raised his glass and toasted her.Fisher politely lifted the glass and gently touched it with him.

The banquet hall is full of cheers.

Song qian can always see a trace of loneliness and sadness from the corner of her eyes.

Every time he tried to draw her into his paintings, he couldn't catch the charm of her eyes.

He didn't know how many things were hidden in her complicated eyes, sad or happy.

Realizing that song Qian seems to have been staring at her, Feixue feels her face awkwardly. "Why do you always look at me? I have something on my face?"

"You don't have anything on your face. There will be a dance later. May I have the honor to invite you to do one?"

“sure。”

Fisher agreed without hesitation. It's just a dance. I think she won a prize in the world after waltzing.

Once upon a time, Feixue was a princess who was high, invincible, outstanding and omnipotent.

Now she Don't mention it.

It's sad to think about it.

Song Qian hears her readily to agree, happily raises the glass of wine, "come, drink again."

Two people in the banquet hall have not a word of conversation.

At this time, a long OK, but nearly 40 year old uncle came to Fisher with a glass of wine.

"If I'm not wrong, this must be our beautiful girl, right?"

"Good to meet you, guide Guo." Fischer stood up and held up the goblet in her hand to respectfully toast him.

"I've been saying that there's no chance to cooperate with you. Miss Fisher's schedule is a little full. I can't afford to hire such a director."

"If you dare not, the next play will take you."

"Really? I'll send someone to send the script to your assistant tomorrow

"OK, no problem." Fisher smiled politely.

Song Qian sat aside, embarrassed and speechless.

Guo Dao didn't seem to notice the existence of song Qian. He pushed song Qian aside, dragged Feixue to sit down, and sat down beside her. "Feixue, what kind of role do you like to play? Tell me, how many more scripts do I have for you? "

"I like to play villains, bad women. Do you have them?"

"How can I do that? It's a pity that you are such a good figure to act as a supporting role. Why don't you come to my hotel tonight to discuss a suitable script for you? I think it will be safer." Guide Guo put down his glass and stroked Fisher's thigh with both hands.