Chapter 11

It's really amazing. Is he not in a good relationship with the elders of the Ye family? "

The male host, wearing a black and blue suit, crossed his hands and holding a hero brand domestic pen, frowned and said in a puzzled way.

Su Yiwei stares at that good-looking side face, a little infatuated.

But she still couldn't help sighing that TV is really a mirror.

Ye Junrui is much better looking than in the photo, but even if it is just a photo, it can still fascinate the hostess who has never seen ye Junrui.

Su Yiwei sighs in her heart that this world is full of fans.

She was staring at the man on the TV and was fascinated. Suddenly there was a knock on the mailbox in the front yard outside the door. She looked up and found it strange. She turned off the TV, opened the door and ran out.

The servants nearby didn't stop Su Yiwei, because in their eyes, Su Yiwei was not the hostess at all, just a mistress who was destined to pass the fresh-keeping period.

They stood by the wall with cold faces, as if Su Yiwei was running around like air.

Su Yiwei opened the door and saw a handsome postman waving to her: "is that Miss Su Yiwei, please?"

"Ah, yes, how do you know my name?" She laughingly walked up to Mr. postman. He had bright eyes. When he looked at her, it seemed that he could form a whirlpool to hold her in his soul.

Mr. postman's good-looking fingers personally delivered an email to Su Yiwei's hand: "this is an urgent and punctual express, which must be delivered to you personally. Before I went to your old place, I didn't find anyone, so I made more than ten phone calls to the original sender to find out where you live now."

Mr. postman looked a little out of breath, and there was a thin sweat on his forehead.

When she looked at Su Yiwei, her cheeks turned red slightly, as if she were red because of shyness.

Su Yiwei said with a gentle smile: "it's OK. As long as I receive it, you can go back. I'll see who sent it. "

Mr. postman has been staring at Su Yiwei. When he saw her going back, he quickly reminded her, "if there is anything wrong with this email, please call me. I'm always at your service."

Su Yiwei looks back and looks at Mr. postman in surprise. She thinks, even the postman is so handsome now? The point is that the service attitude is so friendly. It's flattering.

She quickly waved: "OK, don't worry."

Although she didn't know the number of the postman's phone number, his attitude was enough to give her full marks.

I thought it might be some kind of postman competition, so I have such a good attitude.

When Mr. postman saw that Su Yiwei didn't talk to him and gave a perfunctory answer, he stepped forward and took his arm from her back: "I'm serious about asking you for a phone. How about adding a wechat?"

Su Yiwei was a little confused and stupid. She thought that the postman was just to serve her family and was afraid that she would give a bad comment, so she was a little at a loss. She left the wechat number in a hurry and finally got the mail home smoothly.

Mr. postman breathed a sigh of relief, put his mobile phone into his pocket, and rode out of the street on the tram. There was a black car beside him. In the car sat a handsome man wearing sunglasses, chewing betel nuts and carrying a hall of imported beer.,

Looking at the front, he said with disdain: "Ding Weichen, as a brother, I don't understand your behavior of doing this kind of work in the bottom service industry regardless of your parents' obstruction; But as a pick-up partner, I admire you. Isn't that awesome? It's so easy. It's going to be the wechat of rich and beautiful women? "

"Don't be so fussy. I have to send the next one. I won't go to the nightclub with you in the evening."

"Oh, I usually go. Why don't I go today? Oh - I see. Do you want to... Ask the girl who will call today?"

"Don't talk nonsense. I'm leaving." Ding Weichen has a kind of dusty temperament. His status is inherently inconsistent with his position. Therefore, even riding a tram can set off a high-level feeling of the tram.

On the other hand, Su Yiwei opened the e-mail. On the red cover, there were three words "invitation post".

Su Yiwei leaned against the wall and continued to open the card. What she saw was a picture of Su Xiangxue with another woman who was nearly 40 years old and dressed in high fashion. She crumpled the picture into a ball, threw it into an arc, and fell into the garbage can in the distance, causing a burst of exclamation from the servants nearby“ Wow, how accurate is she? "

Another jealous maid immediately pushed her companion: "don't make such a fuss. What's so great about that? Isn't that a bitch? "

"Tut, how can you be so dark in your heart? Everything can be associated with swearing."

"Don't make a noise... Please."

Su Yiwei can't be out of sight and out of mind, so when these slaves are playing around, she can't help frowning and unfolding the card completely. It's almost eight times as big as when it's closed. The list of all the invited people is written on it.

Su Yiwei's name is at the end, which seems to be deliberately added.

In addition to vivi, the magazine's female editor in chief, who is the protagonist of this birthday party, Su Xiangxue, who sent an invitation to her this time, is at the forefront, followed by Ye Junbo's name, which is very eye-catching to Su Yiwei.

She wanted to tear up the invitation immediately and throw it out.

But now she's very upset, very upset.

Throw the invitation card on the coffee table in the living room, and then go upstairs and fall on the bed.

In the evening, the man came back early. When Su Yiwei heard the sound of opening the door and changing her shoes, she looked up and picked up her cell phone. It was only 7:30.

She sat up reluctantly, but she had no strength to turn on the light.

When ye Junrui walks from the porch to the living room, he sees the conspicuous red invitation post on the table. He turns his head and asks a respectful servant: "where is Su Yiwei?"

"Tell me, Miss Su is in a bad mood after receiving an email in the afternoon. She has been sleeping in her bedroom until now."

"Hasn't she eaten yet?" Ye Junrui takes another look at the invitation card on the coffee table. With his bony fingers, he draws the card to the edge of the coffee table, picks it up and opens it.

"Report back to the young master, not yet. Do you want to call her up to meet the young master? " The servant who answered was the one who was jealous of Su Yiwei during the day.

She does not miss any chance to have intimate contact with Ye. Every day, she fantasizes that she can have a long-term relationship with Ye, so that she can get rid of all the women he used to have and pay attention to her.