Xia Ling puffed his cheeks, "since you forgot to say, don't you need me to accompany you to the dinner that night?"

Yes, her status is a little humble. It may lose his face to accompany him to attend.

Thinking of this, Xia Ling felt inexplicably uncomfortable.

Maybe I care because I like it.

"How? You're my wife. You don't want to admit your identity if you don't accompany me?"

In a word, Xia Ling's low mood suddenly rose again.

The corners of his mouth turned up again. Xia Ling said, "well, I'll go back to the old house now. I heard that there is a stylist in the old house. I'll see you in the evening."

He asked her to accompany him to the dinner party.

That means he wants to officially introduce her to the outside world?

A little excited and a little nervous!

I'm afraid of losing face.

After hanging up, Xia Ling rubbed her face and started the car.

At the other end of the phone, Fu Yunting put the phone away and bent his mouth as if thinking.

He wanted to give her a surprise. He took her to do modeling in the afternoon and then appeared at the dinner party together.

I didn't expect her to go back to her old house.

The old house hired a stylist?

Fu Yunting's men consciously knocked on the table with dark eyes.

In the old house of the Fu family, the modeling team has long been busy.

Several rich ladies who made friends with Ye Qian were invited by her again and asked the stylist to make shapes for them.

She did this to save the face she lost yesterday.

The rich ladies who were invited were all exquisite people. Of course, they wouldn't give her face.

For a time, the living room was full of laughter. Several people didn't mention yesterday at all. They were all praising Ye Qian's good fortune and giving birth to such a handsome and capable son.

Ye Qian was elated with praise and modest in her mouth, but she was very proud in her heart.

Her greatest achievement in her life is to give birth to Fu Yunting, a good son to be proud of.

However, when she thought that her good son was entangled by a cheap woman, she couldn't express her depression.

"Madam, Miss Xia is back."

The voice of the servant came, and the laughter stopped for a moment.

Several rich ladies looked at Ye Qian with gossip stars in their eyes.

Yesterday's farce is still there. Will there be another war between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law today?

"Madam Fu, I'm back."

Xia Ling shouted, madam Fu, standing neither humble nor arrogant.

She thought that ye Qian might make it difficult for her to call her back today.

But she knew that as long as they were mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, such difficulties would not be less.

She won't flinch. She can bear anything as long as she doesn't encounter her mother.

"On such a day today, you are like a guest and want me to invite you back?"

Ye Qian glanced at Xia Ling coldly, and opened her mouth with Yin and Yang.

"Sorry, I'm late."

Xia Ling stood with low eyebrows, and her tone was very plain.

Ye Qian snorted coldly and ignored her. She just stayed with some rich ladies, watched the stylist make shapes for them and chatted warmly.

Xia Ling was ignored and didn't care.

Glancing at several people who were doing modeling, he inadvertently touched Ji Linhan's mocking apricot eyes.

Ji Linhan is there too!

Xia Ling pursed her lips, glanced and looked away.

She knew that this woman climbed up to Ye Qian and wanted to take her place.

But will she really get what she wants?

At least for now, she won't do it.

Fu Yunting only treats her as a lifesaver!