Fang Mei was about to reach out to take the invitation when she heard Mo Qin continue:

"You want it too?"

Fang Mei stopped her hand and her face suddenly turned red.

"I……"

The person involved didn't take the initiative to invite her, so she couldn't be so shameless as to say that she wanted to go, nor could she say that she didn't want to go.

Otherwise, she really couldn't go.

What's wrong with Mo Qin? Shouldn't she take the initiative to invite me to play with her?

Just when Fang Mei didn't know how to start, Tang Fuxin had already sent out the invitations.

He smiled and helped her out in a very gentlemanly manner.

"Mr. Fang, I have an invitation here. If you want to go, come along."

Fang Mei felt as if she had been given a mouthful of honey, and her whole heart became sweet.

"You are Mo Qin's good friend, and you are also my friend."

Then, a lemon was stuffed into his mouth.

She bit her lower lip lightly, smiled bravely, took the invitation, and comforted herself:

Fang Mei, this is nothing.

If he works hard enough, he will see his own one day.

Fang Mei held the invitation card and treated it like a treasure. She opened her schoolbag on the spot and put it between her books for fear of wrinkling it.

Zhou Yixi opened the invitation.

Her name was written in print inside, and the birthday party was held in a hotel auditorium.

I heard that the hotel seemed to be Tang Fuxin’s own family business.

"Moqin, what are you planning to wear on Saturday?"

On weekends, you must dress up beautifully in casual clothes.

Zhou Yixi has already started thinking about which skirt in her closet is the most suitable.

As soon as the topic of little skirts came up, Mo Qin became excited and the two of them had a great time chatting.

Fang Mei just followed silently, as if a basin of cold water had been poured over her head.

skirt.

She had no suitable clothes to wear.

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