Rebirth 90s: Sweetheart Cub

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

After all, this was the first time for his son to run a business in a serious manner, so she, as a mother, had to be there early to support her.

Sitting across from the sofa, she watched 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 the capital. 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 he dared not brag about it outside.

If you 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 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 flicked to 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 that 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 father 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 is going 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 were parked in front of the Hyatt Hotel.

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

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

There are many faces at this meeting that are usually only seen in newspapers and magazines. Those photos alone are enough gimmicks.

Dingfeng is a new company, which shows that it has a big 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 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 it was some big guy's girlfriend!"

"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, why do you call her Yasha? This should be Medusa!"

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

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

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

The shadows are graceful, and the shadows of the temples are fragrant.

A table, a chair, and even a goblet in the venue all reveal the luxury of the upper class.

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

Song Yueliang didn't pay attention to the others, 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 begin.

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

"Hey, Aunt Meng, are you really not coming?" The call was connected, and she used the disappointed and coquettish tone she used to occasionally say on the phone, "My family's reception is on the third floor of Kaiyue... If you come, I will go there in person pick you up?"

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 by, 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... eh? 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!"

After hanging 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, but as long as she is willing to come, her status in the family 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 hadn't found her yet, she would already be drunk first.

"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 at the visitor casually, and recognized one of Fang Ru's sisters, Mrs. Ding from the Ding family wood industry.

The Ding family'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 this kind of clown-like character.

Mrs. Ding, however, took the lead and approached with a smile, holding a red wine in her hand, "I remember that Boss Song had 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 unsteadiness, and poured a glass of red wine on Song Yueliang's chest.

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