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"Professor Pan, it's all thanks for your presence. We're going to finish our charity party." The host of the party, Vice President Zha Youdao of the Red Cross, greeted him with a compliment.

Pan Wenfang shook hands with him and smiled humbly, "Chairman Zha sure knows how to make people happy. With you here, tonight's banquet will definitely be a success."

"Thank you for your blessings. This is your daughter?" Seeing the two of them wearing the same shawl, Cha Shoudao couldn't help but make a bold guess.

Pan Wenfang was even happier when she heard this: "This is my niece, she's just like my biological daughter."

"Yo, you two have stolen the limelight tonight. So many young talents have come today. Which one should you take a look at later? Let me introduce you to your daughter?" He checked to see if the elder was gossiping.

Jian Fan stomped his feet and said, "Little aunt …"

"Alright, alright, alright. My girl is shy now, stop talking." Let's go and sign in first. "

Pan Wenfang pulled Jian Fan over to sign for it. The two women were like two butterflies, and were the focal points wherever they went.

Many of the attendees, Pan Wenfang, knew all of them, and she passed through the crowd to greet them.

Jian Fan was wearing a pair of high-heeled shoes that hurt his feet. He pulled at her arm.

"Little Aunt, I'm hungry. I want to go to the dining counter to get something to eat."

"Then you can go. After the banquet officially begins, you can go to the stage in the northwest corner to look for me. I'll be the third one to speak."

"Yes, Aunt."

As if released from a burden, Jane Fan let go of Pan Wenfang's hand and walked straight towards the buffet counter.

The clock in the hotel struck eight o'clock.

The guests gathered around the stage. Jane Fan had just swallowed the last bite of the cheesecake. He was almost choked with sobs. He had to drink a few mouthfuls of champagne before he was able to calm himself down.

Needless to say, the champagne was as sweet as apple juice. It was quite delicious.

"Ladies and gentlemen, distinguished leaders and guests, good evening! "Everyone is welcome to come to this shallow night organized by the Red Cross, the big charity ball..."

The hall suddenly turned dark, leaving only a beam of light that shot towards the host in the middle of the stage.

Jane Fan put down his cup and walked towards the northwest corner.

"Oh, I'm sorry." The dimly lit hall was somewhat dark, and the soles of Jane Fan's feet turned soft. It was as if her high heels had stepped on someone.

"Howl …" The sky spun and the earth spun. Before he could even cry out in surprise, his mouth was covered by a big hand.

Jane Van was dragged behind the Roman column, and was securely shielded by a silvery curtain.

"Who are you?" The smell was very familiar, but she still asked uncertainly.

Ling Chen pulled her waist, pressing her tightly against himself. "Why don't you wear the clothes I gave you?"

"You're very annoyed." Jian Fan turned his face away in disgust. It was indeed inconvenient for her to use violence when she was dressed like this today.

"I'll ask you to dance later."

"I don't want it."

"You have no choice."

"Don't be so arrogant."

"Xiaofan?" "Xiaofan?" Pan Wenfang shouted softly.

Ling Chen loosened his grip, and Jian Fan broke free, walking up to the stage entrance with his high heels on.

"Little Aunt, I'm here." Jian Fan's aura was a bit chaotic, but no clues could be seen.

Pan Wenfang handed the bag over to Jian Fan, "Next, I'll speak on behalf of our school. Stand here and don't move, I'll take you to meet a few people when I come down."

"Oh, okay." Jane Fan's scalp tingled. She shouldn't have come to this charity dinner.

Without the manuscript, Pan Wenfang's entire speech was smooth and sincere. On the projector, sections of the white wall were playing about the poor children in the mountainous regions who couldn't eat well or wear warm clothes, making people sad.

When Pan Wenfang said that last word, many people started crying.

"Little Aunt, you speak quite well." Jane Fan returned the bag to her and carefully handed her a glass of champagne to moisten her throat.

"They all accepted President's request. I only did my homework because these children were pitiful. Now it's time to invite the children to perform. I'll take you to meet some friends. They are the children of your father and your Uncle Yan's comrade. When I was young, I used to play in the same courtyard. When I grew up, I wonder if you would recognize me. "

Jane Fan tried her best to search through the memories of the life in the courtyard. Other than a few scattered old photos and the dirty thugs, she really didn't have a deep impression of him.

She even sometimes wondered if she had ever had a childhood. Why her memories of the past were always so vague, so vague that they seemed to be watching a movie. They were all fleeting images without any real feelings.

As he stepped forward, he glanced back. The shadow of Ling Chen had long since disappeared from the Roman pillar. Instead, a burst of glittering starlight came from the entrance and welcomed a handsome man in a suit — Ling Chen!

The reporters and young unmarried women swarmed forward and swarmed to either side of the red carpet at the entrance. The spotlight focused on his smiling face with a hint of wickedness. There was nothing else in the camera but the number one rich man in the city.

"He is the chairman of Ling Qi Group, the richest man in Qian Shui city. His name is Ling Chen." Pointing in the direction of Ling Chen, Pan Wenfang introduced him to Jian Fan, "It's rare to see him at any event, I'm afraid that the kids will have a good lunch this time. I didn't see that he was such a loving person. "

"I don't understand." Jane Fan pouted, not agreeing with his motives.

"Let's go, Little Fatty and the others are waiting for us." Pan Wenfang pulled him. Even though she was unwilling, she was still dragged to the southern corner of the banquet hall. There stood four men in formal attire.

"Hey, Little Fatty, Big Hairy # 2, here." Pan Wenfang waved, and four men came over with champagne.

"Auntie Pan, you're still so young and even more beautiful." A man in a silver suit, with eyes, looked gentle and shy, with a sweet mouth.

Pan Wenfang laughed happily, "It's still Mao that knows how to talk."

"Auntie, I'm already so old, and you still call me Hairy # 2? My name is Song Ziqi." Hairy # 2 looked at Jian Fan embarrassedly. The eyes of the four men were fixed on her as if there was a nail in their eye. They couldn't move their eyes away from her for even a second.

The other man in a dark blue suit came back to his senses first and introduced Pan Wenfang, "Auntie, quickly introduce this little sister to us."

"You really can't see who she is?" Pan Wenfang held Jian Fan in her arms, her face was against hers as she introduced, "Isn't she the child of your uncle Jian Yu that I told you about? She has changed her name and is now in our family. You guys have been playing since you were young for seven or eight years, how can you not see it at all? "

"It's Little Yu? Growing up as a child … Right now, she was so beautiful that no one could recognize her. Hello, hello. My name is Song Zihui, and I'm Song Ziqi's older brother.

"Hello, Big Hairy." To make himself more familiar, Jane called him by his nickname.

They started to talk about the fights, the mud games, the plane games, and the top games when they were five or six years old. Things that they would do naughtily became the common topic of conversation when they were brought up on the stage.

As Jian Fan listened, he replied with a few dry laughs from time to time. There were only a few things he could say.

The children's performance was over, followed by the time of the ball.

The four men exchanged calls with Jane Fan, while Big Hairy and Er Mao fought to invite her to dance.

Pan Wenfang was happy to see his success, so she agreed to check out Tao's invitation and went for a dance.

"I can't dance." Jane Fan waved his hand. She had never skipped before.

"It doesn't matter, I'm from the Military Civil Service. I'm learning the national standard. I'll bring you along, you just have to follow my actions." Without a word, Song Ziqi grabbed Jian Fan's hand and snatched her away.

At the other end of the banquet, Ling Chen was surrounded by waves after waves of people. There were reporters to interview, nobles from influential families who wanted to get to know him and work with him.

As for the fact that Jian Fan was surrounded by those four disgusting and wretched men, he could only keep that in mind for now.

After all, he had business to attend to today. The customs changed hands and the import and export documents suffered. Although he had been filmed by reporters in a play with Su Rui last week, letting Zhao Kuan know that Su Rui could speak for him, the new official was so infuriated that Zhao Kuan wanted to show his prowess that he could not refuse.

For the charity dinner tonight, he would satisfy his little calculations and donate ten or eight hope schools. The money he earned from the Ling Qi Group had always been used by the common people. Actually, he did not like to be so high-profile.

The music in the venue started playing slowly. It was a melodious waltz. The headlight switched to a flickering neon light, flickering on and off on the red carpet little by little. The dance floor was surrounded by a circle of undancing wine tasting fans. There were a dozen pairs of dancers on the dance floor, strolling in the clouds.

Jian Fan was pulled into the middle of the dance floor by Song Ziqi.

He really was a person who would come to deal with things. Even if he had a playful smile, it wouldn't make her feel awkward.

"You should lean back slightly and look at the crystal lamp at a 45 degree angle. Don't think about anything else. I will carry you, don't worry." Jane Van closed her eyes, then opened them again, and did as she was instructed.

If the arrow was on the string, she would be a bit pretentious.

The instant he raised his head, he saw Ling Chen walking towards the center of the dance floor with a dark expression. Jian Fan's heart chilled as he felt a sense of fear spread throughout his body.

When had she ever been afraid of life or death? But now, she realized with horror that she was afraid of Ling Chen, afraid of his rogue.

Jian Fan suddenly buried his head in Song Ziqi's shoulder so that he wouldn't see his face.

Song Ziqi felt a surge of joy in her heart, as if she could do whatever she wanted. He only needed to gently wrap his arm around her waist and dance to the music.

"Let's move to the side." Jian Fan whispered.

Song Ziqi obediently led her to the side. If they didn't dance well, it would delay others by standing in the middle.

Brat, you actually dare to hug his woman and dance. He doesn't want to live anymore.

Ling Chen was walking calmly to the center of the dance floor, and a beautiful young woman was standing in front of him.

"Director Ling, would you like to dance?" The woman generously invited him, but her eyes that carried this message were not infatuated with and adored him, but rather filled with shrewdness.

How could Ling Chen refuse to give her face? She was the daughter of someone who knew the way. The matter of Hope Elementary School was her doing.

"I'm honored." Ling Chen stopped in his tracks, and in a gesture of invitation, he placed his hand on hers.

The woman placed a hand on his shoulder and followed his unmoving gaze to look at Jian Fan, who was hiding on the other man's shoulder.

Zha Xiaoli smiled and said, "She's your dish?"

"She's my wife." Ling Chen was not in a good mood, the more he saw them jump, the more he disliked them.

"Yo, when did Director Ling get married? I actually don't know." Zha Xiaoli teased. This was the first time he saw Director Ling eat wrong, and it was a new thing.

"You don't want to talk anymore?" Ling Chen looked down, and Cha Xiao Li smiled and closed her mouth.

Ling Chen brought Cha Xiao Li and slowly approached Jian Fan's group.

What an ugly jump!

Ling Chen scoffed, his face was filled with disdain.

Cha Xiaoli patted his shoulder and whispered into his ear, "I like that gentle handsome guy."

"I'll help you."

Taking advantage of the moment when the two of them were facing him, Ling Chen threw Zha Xiaoli out steadily with his big hand. His hand that was thrown out didn't come back empty, but he suddenly pulled the ostrich shaped Jane Fan over, and jumped into his arms in surprise.

Song Ziqi, who was still enjoying the beauty in her arms, felt that her arms were empty and heavy. When she opened her eyes, she found that there was another beauty in her arms.

"You … You... Who are you? "What about Little Fan?" Song Ziqi was stuttering, she couldn't bear the sight of the Phantom Shift any longer.

Zha Xiaoli put her index finger on his lips and pouted. "Shh, don't say anything."