Chapter 1157 Intention (1)

She can praise him or step on him, it's that simple.

In the past two years, An Baoshu has learned the most from her father, probably these methods. On the table, she has also seen her father's friends use this method to deal with those fake high-spirited female college students or female artists, and defeat them. Their self-esteem, give them some sweetness, then they will recognize their position and know what they want.

She has given him enough face, and he can't blame her for not knowing how to cherish it.

Song Junfeng really felt the humiliation from the other party at this moment, and what made him even more embarrassed was that he was surrounded by a circle of rich children watching this humiliation. People's interested and contemptuous eyes all told him that no matter how huge fans he had, No matter how glamorous he is on the outside...

But in the eyes of these officials and businessmen who were born with a golden spoon in their mouths and enjoy the privileges brought by power and status all the time, he has always been an actor-like role, and even his achievements outside are so unrealistic in their eyes. Ridiculously inconsistent.

Song Junfeng clenched his fists tightly, pursed his lips and turned his eyes to the side. At the same time, he secretly told himself that this kind of thing has been experienced a lot, and it will be fine in the past. These rich children are used to this kind of scene, and no one will be special. If you care about his embarrassment for a while, you don't need to care about it yourself.

Hong Kong and Taiwan artistes of the king level were humiliated by the black forces and knelt down in public at the banquet many years ago, and their ancestors were slapped in the face, so what can he not bear.

It's not that Song Junfeng didn't think about leaving in anger, but that would undoubtedly make him the laughing stock of this group of people in the future.

Wei Sheng was already stretching himself at this time, and moved a vacant seat to the side, "Miss An may have misunderstood, Song Junfeng is the friend I invited over."

An Baoshu turned her head and frowned at Wei Sheng, "You?"

At the same time, Xin said, I intend to make friends with you today, you put on a show with me and rescued Song Junfeng, what is going on now, Chunxin wants to fight with me?

Wei Sheng turned to look at Song Junfeng, leaned back on the sofa and said, "The initiator of the party is Li Yang's father, and Li Yang is also my friend, so Song Junfeng is very casual in the first place, um... there is no need for Miss An to be polite."

After finishing speaking, he turned his head towards Song Junfeng, who was taken aback for a moment, then raised his footsteps and was about to stagger away from An Baoshu and walk towards the empty seat next to Wei Sheng. At this moment, Luo Qin suddenly grabbed his wrist and used His eyes signaled solemnly.

Song Junfeng followed Luo Qin's gaze and looked at An Baoshu. Seeing that she had sunk down, he knew that Luo Qin was warning him. If he echoed Wei Sheng at this time, it would be like slapping An Baoshu in public. Even if this relationship is offended to death.

However, Song Junfeng was only silent for a while, then he broke away from Luo Qin's palm without a trace, and walked towards Wei Sheng's direction.

He Jiaming was originally thinking about whether An Baoshu was using herself to anger Song Junfeng, or using herself to humiliate Song Junfeng, but no matter which point, he was not very happy. Seeing the situation developing in this direction now , but it made him feel relieved, looking at Song Junfeng's back, he couldn't help gloating.

Wen Yan, Mu Liangzhu, and Li Yang all looked at each other. The former was okay, but the latter two felt that the situation was going to end badly. Li Yang changed his joke earlier and said, "Since we are all friends, then Everyone present is my friend Li Yang, and no one needs to be polite to anyone."

What he said seemed to be in the middle of harmony, but after a little taste, everyone felt that he was on the side of the side, and which side was the side? It must be An Baoshu.

Because An Baoshu and Li Yangben have friendship, and their family is powerful, compared with Wei Sheng, the difference in strength can be seen at a glance. Now that Wei Sheng made An Baoshu's face with his words, Li Yang said at this time that everyone is his friend, and he meant to warn An Baoshu not to care about her face.

If you understand it from another level, it is equivalent to acquiescing to Wei Sheng's words, which means that An Baoshu's courteousness towards Song Junfeng is indeed meddling.

When Li Yang's words fell to the ground, An Baoshu couldn't vent her anger, her face was so ugly.

At this moment, a waiter suddenly came to this table, "Which one is Miss Wei, Wei Sheng?"

Wei Sheng raised his eyes and said, "I am."

The waiter bowed and handed over a note, everyone didn't understand why, Wen Yan frowned and asked, "What does this mean?"

The waiter pointed to the back and said, "A gentleman asked me to pass it to Miss Wei. He only said that there was something important and we needed to have a private interview."

Wei Sheng took the note and unfolded it, a smile could not help but appear on the corner of his lips, if he looked carefully, it seemed to be a little mocking, or maybe it was funny.

Then she stood up and said, "I'll go there first."

Wen Yan frowned, "I know you?" The people who can come to this party are all people with status, why can't they come out to say hello and invite them openly, and need to call people out to talk alone, no matter how you look at it, it's a little strange appropriate.

Wei Sheng nodded with a smile, then patted Song Junfeng on the shoulder and said, "You can wait for me for a while."

Song Junfeng nodded calmly.

Luo Qin also stared at Wei Sheng with an uncertain expression for a while.

Wei Sheng came to the balcony at the end of the hall. This is a large balcony with double doors. There is only a small light on inside. From the glass door, you can see the area of ​​two meters inside the balcony. arrive.

Before she entered the balcony, she picked up a glass of red wine in the hand of the passing waiter, and then opened the glass door and stepped in.

Then he saw Ruan Zhenhua's figure.

He was standing in front of the railing of the balcony looking into the distance, with his back to Wei Sheng, the light from the living room entering the glass door of the balcony was often blocked by people walking outside the door, and it flickered on his face, making it hard to see. true.

Ruan Zhenhua stood there with his hands empty and straight. When he heard the voice, he turned around. When the light came on, Wei Sheng could see exhaustion written on his haggard face.

"Mr. Ruan, we meet again." Wei Sheng stared at him and smiled.

The natural smile fell into Ruan Zhenhua's eyes, but it seemed to be extremely cold.

The first time we met, in the dormitory of Pengcheng University, she had such a smile on her face. At that time, he only regarded her as a student who didn't know what to do.

When they met for the second time, she also showed such a smile in the police station. Although he knew her details, he had a high opinion of the foundation he had built over the years.

When we met for the third time, at the signing ceremony with the Chinese American Group, she also wore this harmless smile. In the seemingly natural smile, there was confidence and confidence that did not match her age. But he was startled.