Xia Yan, who was standing aside, suddenly realized that Chen Yun was the top of the hot circle list that had been circulating for some time.
After spending a few days together, Xia Yan did not feel any arrogance, cunningness, meanness, or viciousness.
Shen Yun suddenly squatted down.
"What’s wrong with you?"
"I'll carry your shoes..."
"How can you do such a trivial thing as carrying shoes yourself? Just tell me and I'll help you."
Xia Yan asked a soul-searching question, "Are you cheap?" He was a rich second-generation, but he acted like a scoundrel.
Zhang Mingyang wasn't angry either. He raised an eyebrow and said, "You young boy, don't understand. Just add a little fun."
"Have you met Shen Yun in person?" Shen Yun had never met Zhang Mingyang, and he had only heard about him last time. But after seeing him in person, he felt that his previous impression was too stereotyped and he had beautified him.
"Of course I haven't seen it." Zhang Mingyang admitted readily.
Chen Yun offered sincere advice, "We are all human beings. We can't just follow the crowd. Otherwise, what's the difference between us and barking dogs?"
"Hmm!" If it were anyone else, Zhang Mingyang would have just responded cheerfully, but when it came to Chen Yun, he had the final say and asked, "Do you know Zhou Wang?"
Shen Yun nodded gently.
"That's my good buddy! The kind who grew up with the same pants. Did you know that the Shen family held a banquet a few days ago? My brother Wang personally organized it, thinking that he was welcoming a good sister. But that woman made a big fuss that day, and my brother Wang's face turned scary. How good can such a woman be?" Zhang Mingyang sighed when he mentioned it.
Once again, I sigh that his little Xier has no home to return to, which is so pitiful.
Chen Yun did not reveal that Zhou Wang was brought into the Shen family at the age of ten, and that he and Zhang Mingyang could never be on the same page. Men just love to brag about their close friendship.
"I don't believe what others say, but Brother Wang said that his sister is so rude and unreasonable, so vulgar, that even standing in his presence is disgusting."
It turns out that this is how Zhou Wang sees her.
"By the way, what's your name?" Ever since Zhang Mingyang had experienced the incident with Zhao Jiajia, he had developed a habit when flirting with girls. He would first ask for their name and then think about it in his mind to see if there was anyone with that surname, so as to avoid creating another Li Jiajia.
Shen Yun smiled but said nothing.
"Your smile is so weird, we just want to be friends." Zhang Mingyang patted his head. The two of them looked so familiar, but he tried hard to recall why.
"See you again someday."
"No, friends, you guys are just leaving like that?" Zhang Mingyang stared at their backs thoughtfully.
He must have seen them, but why couldn't he remember them?
Not long after leaving, Xia Yan received a phone call.
As for Mr. Qi’s birthday party, Xia Yan, a junior, must go. Chen Yun waved his hand to signal him to leave first.
Xia Yan chatted with the person opposite for a few more words, then looked at Chen Yun with a smile as if he had found a treasure.
As a result, Shen Yun was brought into the home court.
The atmosphere at the main venue was very warm, with soothing music playing. There were six tables on the second floor, all occupied by close relatives. Occasionally there were children laughing, but it wasn't noisy.
The others looked at Chen Yun with a bit of curiosity about her arrival. Everyone who came here knew each other more or less, so it was hard not to be gossipy when a strange woman suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
Chen Yun was not embarrassed by being stared at by everyone, and directly asked Xia Yan for a seat, "Where should I sit? It's embarrassing to stand here."
Xia Yan didn't see any embarrassment on her face, but the people he brought with him naturally had to sit with his relatives.
"Jiang Xiaoyan."
The person sitting at the table was chatting with his peers with a smile on his face when he was suddenly called out. He looked in the direction of the voice and said, "Hey! Whose young master is this? Why don't I recognize him?"
Jiang Xiaoyan is Xia Yan's cousin and Jiang Huaian's biological sister. The two are of similar age and have been at odds since childhood. Xia Yan doesn't like to see Jiang Xiaoyan because she is always crying.
"Stop joking. I have something for you to do. Please help me take care of my friend." Xia Yan was still at ease with this cousin.
"Oh~" Jiang Xiaoyan's gossipy eyes turned around a few times, "Okay, go ahead and don't worry, I will definitely take good care of my sister-in-law."
The woman next to Xia Yan didn't look very old, but she had a pretty face and was quite pleasing to the eye.
Cheyenne warned: "If you keep talking nonsense, I'll expose your stupid deeds."
"Ouch! You can't even take a joke. Hurry up and leave. I don't want to see you." Jiang Xiaoyan had the handle in his hand, so she didn't dare to really provoke him. She immediately stood up and pulled Shen Yun, "Sister, sit here."
After seeing Chen Yun sitting down, Xia Yan left with peace of mind.
Shen Yun glanced around casually, his gaze fixed on the woman opposite him.
The woman looked to be about twenty-six or twenty-seven, with a shawl draped over her shoulders. She had a beautiful face and an indescribably seductive manner.
Jiang Xiaoyan obviously noticed her distraction and approached Chen Yun to interrupt her thoughts, "Sister, what's your name? Have we met somewhere before? You look familiar."
Today was the second time someone said she looked familiar.
Shen Yun thought about the reason and reminded: "Maybe you have seen me on the Internet."
As expected, after Shen Yun's reminder, Jiang Xiaoyan immediately remembered and exclaimed in surprise, "Are you the artist who said there was a financial sponsor behind him?"
This topic seems a bit sensitive.
"No, I mean, are you the one who said the sponsor is a dog?" It doesn't seem appropriate either.
"You were on the variety show with Cheyenne, right?"
Shen Yun does not avoid these topics.
"You're right, that's me."
Jiang Xiaoyan is also an expert in surfing the Internet, but she didn't expect that someone could be right under her nose.
At this time, someone mocked: "It seems that being a small-time artist is still a waste of money. It's only been a few days and you're already eagerly attending banquets. You know, some people are not even qualified to come here in their entire lives."
The person who said this was from the adjacent table, and he didn't mention Chen Yun by name.
Someone soon echoed, "That's not the case. I don't know what methods they used, crying, making a fuss, and then hanging themselves. Hahaha..."
The two harmless remarks had no effect on Chen Yun, but instead made Jiang Xiaoyan furious. She and the two women never got along well in the first place, and they would always argue with each other whenever they met.
Seeing Jiang Xiaoyan about to get angry, Chen Yun said lightly: "Who pooped and didn't wipe their mouth? Why is it so smelly two meters to my right?"
Jiang Xiaoyan was shocked by this vulgar yet satisfying remark, and chuckled with her lips pursed.
We are all celebrities. If we don't like someone, we will just mock them a few times when we meet, but we will not say anything too dirty or disgusting.
The person at the next table didn't know whether to respond or not.
Just as the atmosphere was awkward, the woman at the same table, whom Chen Yun had initially focused on, said in a cold tone, "Girls should speak more politely to appear well-educated. I'm a stranger to you, and I wonder whose daughter you are?"
The good impression Chen Yun had of her when they first met vanished in an instant. "Why do you care where I come from? It's not yours anyway."
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