Chapter 110： Song Family Cocktail Party, Yanqin layout

Chapter 110 Song Family Cocktail Party, Yanqin Layout

Fang Ru dressed up early, waiting for the evening reception.

It is considered that this is the first time for the son to run a serious business. Of course, as a mother, she has to be there early to support.

She sat opposite the sofa, watching her daughter hang up the phone with a worried face.

"Why, she won't 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 will find a time after my brother's reception and ask her out to meet alone."

"Can it be done? I'm afraid it's because of my identity as Mrs. Yan that I look down on our Song family?" Fang Ru sneered, her face darkened, "It's really better than my family. My Song and Fang families may not be inferior to his Yan family's. !"

Fang Ru dared to say this at home, but dared not brag about it outside.

Want to compare with the Yan family, no matter in terms of family background, background or background, the Song family can only be compared with others.

"Mom, Aunt Meng is not that kind of person. I have been talking to her on the phone for several years, and she has always been very gentle and kind to me." Song Ziyun walked over and sat down beside Fang Ru, and took her hand. For brother's opening reception, it doesn't matter whether she comes or not. In Huicheng, our Song family still needs to be honored by others? Besides, there is Yanqin in the company, so it's not bad."

"That's true." Fang Ru's expression softened.

The Yan family dominates in the capital, but the dragon does not cross the river, and Huicheng is their Song family's territory.

On the second floor, Song Chunsheng also put on formal clothes and walked downstairs slowly.

"It's almost time, let's go." As he spoke, his eyes glanced at Song Ziyun.

Song Ziyun's face was normal, but he raised it in his heart.

It may be possible to fool Fang Ru, a mother, with what she said just now, but it may not be able to fool her father, an old fox.

She said she was on good terms with the wife of the head of the Yan family, but now she couldn't even invite anyone to the reception at home.

I'm afraid her dad has already begun to reassess in his heart.

Song Ziyun bit her lip, a look of anger flashed in her eyes.

I don’t know what happened to Aunt Meng. After coming to Huicheng, she rejected her invitation several times, and her attitude was very different from before.

In the past, if she said she wanted to ask the other party to meet, Aunt Meng would never refuse.

What went wrong here?

Obviously Fu Yanchi's attitude has not changed, and Aunt Meng's tone to her on the phone is still gentle.

…

It was almost seven o'clock.

The city is full of lights.

Various luxury cars are parked in front of the Hyatt Hotel.

On the first floor of the hotel, there are doormen and welcome guests to guide the way, and lead the celebrities and dignitaries who come to the reception to the third floor.

There are still many newspaper reporters around the hotel, taking pictures of the participants non-stop, hoping to be the first to publish an issue tomorrow morning.

Many of the people attending this conference were faces that could only be seen in newspapers and periodicals. Those photos alone were enough of a gimmick.

Dingfeng is a new company, which shows that it has a great background, and its future achievements are also limitless.

Song Yueliang came here by stepping on it.

At this time, most of the invited people have already arrived at the reception venue, and the front door is much deserted, avoiding the crowd and boredom of coming early.

After showing the invitation post to welcome the guests, Song Yueliang walked into the hotel, leaving behind the reporters behind him exclaiming "Song Yueliang" and "It's Song Yueliang".

"It's Song Yueliang! She's so beautiful, I didn't recognize her at first, I thought she was the girlfriend of some big boss!"

"Did you take the photo just now? Black hair and red lips, black tube top evening dress, she just glanced over and looked so beautiful!"

"I got it! Tsk, her appearance doesn't match her reputation too much. Why do you call her Yasha? This should be Medusa!"

The reception will be held in the conference hall on the third floor.

In the eyes of the Song family, looking at the whole city of Hui, only Excelle's venue layout is up to their standard.

Song Yueliang smiled lightly, stepped up the last red carpet steps, and the reception venue was in front of her.

The shadows of the people are indistinct, and the shadows of the temples are fragrant.

In the venue, every table, chair, and even a goblet revealed the luxury of the upper class.

Crowds of high-class people in the venue have already started chatting with each other, and almost no one noticed Song Yueliang's arrival.

Song Yueliang didn't pay attention to other people, she had a clear goal and came here for the boss of Mashanguan.

The woman searched the venue quietly, unaware that since she stepped into the venue, she had already fallen into a pair of deep, dark eyes.

…

The reception is about to start.

Song Ziyun was absent-minded and dismissed a wave of people who came up to chat, but still unwilling, she took out her phone again and went to a less crowded place by the window to dial.

"Hey, Aunt Meng, are you really not coming?" The phone was connected, and she used the tone of disappointment and coquettishness that she used to occasionally say on the phone, "My family's reception is on the third floor of Excelle... If you come, I will pick it up in person you?"

Behind her, two wealthy daughters of similar age were about to come over to make friends with her. 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?"

"It's really her! Look, Mrs. Song's attendant has passed, and there will be a good show soon!"

Song Ziyun was so focused on the phone that she didn't notice what the people around her said. After hearing another rejection over there, she forced a smile and said, "That's fine, I won't disturb Aunt Meng. You rest. I will ask you another day. Then you will definitely You want to come out... um? Aunt Meng, you want to come over?"

After hearing what was said over there, Song Ziyun's eyes burst into joy, and she nodded in response, "Okay, it's on the third floor of the Excelle Hotel, if it's not convenient for you, I can drive over to pick you up, where are you? Well, I'm here Waiting for you at the gate of the venue!"

Hung up the phone, Song Ziyun was overjoyed and walked towards the entrance of the venue.

Although I don't know why Aunt Meng suddenly changed her mind, as long as she is willing to come, her status at home will immediately change.

This means that she can get the right to speak in front of her father, instead of being bought and sold like Song Yueliang did before.

On this side, Song Yueliang socialized freely with the people she met, while walking to a corner with fewer people, in case Boss Guan didn't find her before she was already drunk.

"Isn't this Song Yueliang, Boss Song? Why come to the Song family's reception when you have time?" A mocking voice rang 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, Mrs. Ding of the Ding family wood industry.

Ding's wood industry relies on the Song family for food, so Mrs. Ding is very good at flattering Fang Ru on weekdays.

Song Yueliang didn't plan to deal with such a clown-like character.

Mrs. Ding, however, took the lead and approached with a smile, holding red wine in her hand, "I remember that Boss Song has a mother who attempted murder, and it seems that she is about to be released from prison? You are not ready to pick up people, and you still have the mind to come here to solicit customers? "

After speaking, the woman made a gesture of unsteady feet, and poured a glass of red wine on Song Yueliang's chest.

The wine splashed on the snow-white skin, staining the dress.