Chapter 342

At 4 p.m. Jiangzhou time, a large number of traffic police were dispatched near the Zhongdu hotel in the city center to implement traffic control.

I don't know who else to be.

As soon as I learned, it's not surprising that Mingjing's close grandmother wishes the old lady to hold a birthday banquet at the nearby Zhongdu hotel. Almost all the celebrities in Jiangzhou gather.

Online forums are also discussing the scale of today's birthday banquet, counting who will attend.

Even earlier, media reporters squatted near the hotel and began live broadcasting. The popularity of the live broadcasting room was very prosperous, and the number of people was increasing.

——I wish grandma good health and a long life.

——Our close grandmother of the mirror goddess must also be a kind-hearted old lady. The old lady must live a long life.

——I've never seen so many luxury cars in my life. It's really an eye opener.

The live broadcasting room and major forums were robbed of all topics by the banquet, and there were heated discussions everywhere.

Lin Qing and Zhu Wentao stood at the gate of the hotel to greet the guests. Lin Qing wore a red cheongsam and a wine red mink shawl on his shoulders. His makeup was exquisite and atmospheric. Standing there, he was very festive and had the style of a master and mother.

It was just cold at the gate. Lin Qing could not help rubbing her hands. Zhu Wentao looked at her and took off his suit and coat and put it on her.

Lin Qingqing glanced at him, but he couldn't care so much.

"Mrs. Ye." Lin Qingli greeted him with a smile.

Mrs. Ye's family came, and ye LAN and Ye Sheng followed behind. The husband and wife loved and lived in harmony, and their children were obedient and sensible. Now Mrs. Ye is the most comfortable in Jiangzhou.

"Madam, today's battle is very big. You should be careful and don't be too tired."

"Thank you for your concern. I'll pay attention. Please take a seat quickly."

"As for the old lady, I'll go and give her a birthday first."

"I'll take you." Lin Qing leads Mrs. ye and Ye Lan to the next lounge.

Mrs. ye asked, "is Miss Mingjing there?"

Lin Qing said with a smile, "of course it is. But the old lady forgot her cup of tea at home. She went back and took it."

"It's OK to find someone to run errands for such things. Miss Mingjing also went there in person. Of course, the arrival of qufeitai completely ignited the climax of tonight.

The screen was brushed in the live broadcasting room, and the network was paralyzed for a time.

This is the pomp of top stream superstars.

Even the scene was stirred up by his arrival.

Jiang Chunlan stepped slightly and looked back: "the boy of the Qu family."

Jiang Jinchen looked cold and took back her eyes: "let's go in."

Jiang Chunlan glanced at him: "don't you say hello to your little friends?"

"No need." Jiang Jinchen turned expressionless, and her tall and straight back showed a cold taste.

Jiang Chunlan smiled and walked in calmly in the respectful sight of Lin Qing and Zhu Wentao.

Xie Zhen pulled her newly bought skirt, which was the most expensive dress she had bought, but it looked so poor among these pearl rich people.

She didn't have the courage to step on the red carpet at the door of the hotel.

Just about to leave, a man grabbed her braid: "where are you going?"

Xie Zhen turned his head and said, "Zhao?"

Zhao Zhen is tall and handsome in a suit. The hair is glossy and bright, with a bit of mature taste.

"Hmm, isn't it too handsome to admit it?" Zhao Zhen suddenly approached Xie Zhen and looked at her face.

Xie Zhen's heart beat faster and hung his eyes shyly: "you... What are you doing?"

Zhao Zhen suddenly stretched out his hand, and Xie Zhenxin almost jumped out of his throat.

"Your eyelashes can't be painted. They're all stuck together." Zhao Yun twists and twists a paste of mascara on his fingers.

Xie Zhen's face turned red and ashamed.

"Don't be afraid. I'll find someone to put on makeup for you later. I'll take you in. You're Mingjing's friend. Be confident and don't embarrass Mingjing."

Xie Zhen pursed her lips, and her helpless mood was brushed smoothly.

"Thank you." She whispered.

Thinking of not humiliating Mingjing, he straightened his chest and followed Zhao on the red carpet.