Rebirth of the Pampered Wife

Sun Kexin hurriedly pulled her bag, looking for it in a panic.

"I...I want to touch up my makeup!"

The little sisters couldn't stand it any longer, so they covered Sun Kexin and went to touch up their makeup.

Looking at the back of Sun Kexin fleeing in a hurry, Zhou Yaoyao felt a lot better, and she let out a bad breath.

Arranging her hair elegantly, Zhou Yaoyao sat on the sofa holding a glass of champagne, waiting for the opportunity.

The other young ladies from rich families who were gathered together also scattered in the hall, always ready to welcome those rich children with the best posture.

It was almost eight o'clock, and the number of people in the hall gradually increased.

Many rich girls have already caught fish, holding champagne and chatting happily.

However, the person who should come has not yet arrived.

After a while, the door opened, and people from the Mu family walked in.

Mr. Mu was wearing a steady Tang suit, supported by Father Mu and Mu Qingmo, while Mu Wanwan in a white dress was wearing elegant makeup, and walked into the hall gracefully.

All the men present were amazed by Mu Wanwan's beauty. Holding up the champagne in their hands, their eyes were filled with admiration for Mu Wanwan.

Seeing the rich kids around him cast amazed gazes on Mu Wanwan, those young ladies were all holding their wine glasses, looking at Mu Wanwan showing dissatisfaction.

Mu Wanwan will indeed give full play to the advantages of her little white flower. The white dress is fluttering, revealing a trace of low-key, and the water drop diamonds on the face have spent a lot of thought. She specially painted a girlish peach blossom makeup. The hair strands seem to be so delicately designed.

Standing there, she will steal the souls of many men.

"Grandpa, I'm going to find my good sister first."

"Go."

Smiling politely, Mu Wanwan found a more lively seat and sat down alone.

As soon as he sat down, the little sisters surrounded him.

"Wanwan, I haven't seen you all afternoon, how come you are so beautiful again!

Mu Wanwan enjoyed the praise, but her face was very modest, "No, everyone is beautiful too."

"Let's be wanwan, it's just sweet-mouthed."

Mu Wanwan was chatting with a smile on her face, covering her mouth and laughing from time to time, attracting the infatuated eyes of countless men.

Seeing the three generations of the Mu family, Elder Pan's eldest son bent over and hurriedly greeted him with a smile on his face.

"Master Mu, you are welcome. My father will be very happy to see you here."

"And Brother Mu, welcome. Mr. Mu is really a good-looking talent, and you really cultivated it well."

Mr. Mu nodded lightly, "Where is Lao Pan, why don't you come?"

Pan Yong paused, then randomly lowered his head and lowered his voice.

"To be honest, Uncle Mu, you can help me persuade my dad. This old man has always been stubborn and refused to go downstairs."

Mr. Mu sighed softly, "You, the business of the shopping mall must be involved in this birthday banquet."

Pan Yong scratched his head, looking distressed.

"Uncle Mu, I'm doing this for Pan's good. The old man just doesn't understand my difficulties."

"That's all." Elder Mu looked at Father Mu, "Let's go over and have a look, and Qing Mo stay here."

Mu Qingmo hooked the corners of her mouth, nodded as a signal, took a glass of champagne, went to the corner and sat down by herself.

After a while, Mr. Mu was surrounded by a few rich kids.

The so-called making friends with high-level people can expand the scope of social interaction. A few rich children stared at Mr. Mu and walked over with a glass of wine.

Mr. Mu propped his chin and drank one mouthful at a time, with a trace of absent-mindedness.

Although Mu Qingmo likes gatherings, he has always been uninterested in such overly commercial gatherings. They are just going through the motions and will not make friends with anyone at all. At most, they will end the conversation in a few words.

"Master Mu, would you like a drink?"

Some bold ones directly opened their mouths to invite. Men, you can talk for a long time over a glass of wine.

It's a pity that our young master Mu never eats this set, and he just swung his wine glass and sipped it alone without paying attention.

The man who raised the glass took it back in embarrassment, cursed inwardly, and walked away in despair.