Chapter 216

They quietly occupied the best position. Giovanna stood on her side, with her left elbow on the railing and her right hand holding champagne. Her smile and twinkle affected the hearts of some people downstairs.

Ji Muyu's hand, which had been put in her pocket, came out and put it on her waist, facing downstairs, and let others visit her.

"Ding Ding Ding", the host knocked the goblet in his hands three times, and the whole audience's eyes were focused there, including the spotlight.

The host invited the president of Texas piano association to say a few words. Giovanna was distracted. Her main energy was downstairs. The guests looked up one by one, but there was only a beam of light in the room. The downstairs was like a black sea, and only the outline of human body could be seen.

She's a little worried about Ji Xingluo. She didn't bring her mobile phone tonight. She just wanted to ask Ji Muyu to call her son back. Unexpectedly, Ji Muyu took the lead and went out with the phone. She couldn't even call her.

At this time, the chairman had finished his speech, the host was hot again, and the lights of the whole room were on one by one.

Qiao Fanna raised her arm to block the light, and put her eyes down after she got used to it. The crowd kept quiet for a moment. In a moment, there was a "Chua" sound downstairs, which attracted people's eyes - who dropped the glass?

Qiao Fanna turned her head and looked down at the focus of the line of sight. In a trance, she felt a beam of light that could penetrate through the thick clouds. She was cold, it was hot, and the two forces were competing in the air.

She zoomed in and saw who the power belonged to.

It comes from a well-dressed man. No one is close to him within one meter around him, as if others are his foil and are embracing him as king.

But she didn't think so. She just said, "I can't hold the cup on such an occasion, and I'm rude to stare at people, which can be seen from my upbringing.".

Then she looked away indifferently, looked up, drank her last sip, turned and left the exit on the second floor.

The man will observe her every action, even if it is a second's picture, he will split it into 10 frames, play it back slowly, and try to overlap with her in memory.

He lost his intelligence, rudely pushed away the crowd and ran to the direction where she left. The phone he held in his hand kept ringing. The vibration made his skin numb, but he didn't realize it.

After Qiao Fanna left the banquet hall, she was busy looking for Ji Muyu and Ji Xingluo, but the outline of the rude man just now seemed to be engraved into her mind, and she couldn't get rid of it.

At that time, there was a distance between them. Qiao Fanna didn't see his facial features clearly. The light and shadow on her face were deep and deep. She couldn't tell whether it was a European face or an Asian face. She only felt a kind of peerless air of Guanyu. From a distance, she felt that she was a very good-looking man.

It's a pity that the character is not good.

She inadvertently pouts her lips to one side. This small expression looks naughty and stubborn.

She had searched all over the hotel, only the back garden on the first floor was left. She rushed there with her skirt.

She stepped on 10cm high-heeled shoes, from the Arabian carpet to the stone path, and had to slow down. She was cautious every step, especially afraid that if she stepped on the skirt, she would fall and eat shit.

The large-scale fountain in the back garden rises and falls rhythmically with the piano music in the banquet hall. Instead of shouting, she only calls Ji Xingluo's name in a volume slightly higher than her voice.

She stopped to listen, but no one answered, so she went around the fountain and was surprised to find him behind the sculpture.

She asked and approached: "Xingliang, why don't you go back?"

Ji Xingluo was stunned. He first looked at her, then at the person in front of her. Then his eyes alternated between them and did not speak for a long time.

Qiao Fanna saw that there was a little girl under Ji Xingluo's shoulder line.

The little girl turned her head and looked at her. Giovanna was immediately caught by her clear and tearful eyes.

"What's the matter?" She squatted down, held the little girl's arm and asked, "Why are you crying? Is it lost? Or where was it hurt? "

Qiao Fanna saw Ji Xingluo standing there motionless. She took it for granted that she blamed her son. She gave him a glance. Ji Xingluo was dumb and didn't dare to argue with his mother.

The little girl wants to open her mouth to answer. In the space of three people, she suddenly breaks into the voice of an adult man.

"Fang Yuege!"

The three of them have different faces.

Fang Yuege is blue and white, Ji Xingluo is black, while Qiao Fanna is stunned.

Yuege Fang what? The one who won her gifted son is a little girl who doesn't seem to be weaned yet!!!

And -- this rude man or Fang Yuege's father?

What the f**k？

The man came here with a very strange step, as if he had a heavy sandbag tied to it. He stood behind Fang Yuege, but his eyes were fixed on Qiao Fanna's face all the way.

Qiao Fanna also moved to Ji Xingluo's side and put her hand on his shoulder to protect him.

She thought he would say something to himself next, but not as she thought. The man turned to half cover his eyelids, examined Fang Yuege and asked, "what happened?" Fang Yuege lowered her head and did not dare to look at him. Her red eyes turned for a moment. Suddenly, she pointed to Ji Xingluo and said, "he! He bullied me Ji Xingluo saw that the situation was not right, and he didn't plan to be silent. Ji Muyu immediately corrected her with a steady tone beyond her age: "I don't have Fang Yuege, you don't want to advance an inch!" Fang Yuege said nothing and began to cry with the man's long legs in her arms. The man patted her head to appease her, and then raised his head. He felt a little more cruel. He was against Giovanna, but the fierce force on his face suddenly spread. He couldn't do it. He couldn't do it. So he put on a fierce expression again, even oppressing an 8-year-old, "what you just said, say it again." Ji Xingluo is not afraid of him. His grandfather and father are not ruthless. Although he can't face it calmly, he has already trained a heart that is neither flattering nor insulting. Just as he was about to open his mouth, Giovanna, who was hanging beside him, hid him behind him, standing opposite to the man“ My son told your daughter not to push an inch. Do you hear me now? " The man's eyes are empty. The hand on the top of Fang Yuege's head falls down powerlessly. It's not just his hand. His whole strength seems to have been taken away. There is only a body standing here. Instead of moving on to the last topic, he struggled to utter a few words: "is he your son?"“ Yes The person being asked is firm and forceful. Men don't start, take a deep breath, hold for five seconds, just spit out. No, she and her voice are totally different. Son... She has such a big son! But as like as two peas, how do you explain this face? He has seen her in countless ways, turning to ashes... No, he can't say such unlucky words. The more she looked at him, the more puzzled she felt. She remembered that she had to go back to Genoa later, and she had to go back to the banquet to meet Ji Muyu. She showed her displeasure, "Mr. Fang, it seems that your family's daughter has a problem with my son. I don't like to settle accounts after autumn. If you have anything to say now, I will not be responsible for myself later."