Chapter 67 He ran his fingers over the pattern on the invitation

"Xiao Fu, you are really kind." Song Junhao didn't say anything, but Jiang Shiyue began to sigh: "A living Bodhisattva, it's simply a living Bodhisattva descended to earth!"

Song Junhao: Shut up, woman! The Second Young Master will not be happy with your emotionless flattery.

Fu Qinghan's eyes were indifferent, and he adjusted his cuffs slowly and methodically: "Miss Jiang thinks too highly of me. I am not a philanthropist."

As he said this, he stretched out his hand.

Song Junhao understood and immediately handed a pearl white invitation respectfully to Fu Qinghan.

He stroked the pattern on the invitation with his fingers and said with a smile: "Miss Jiang, our invitation has arrived."

"Then we can just sit back and wait." Jiang Shiyue glanced at the words on the invitation and said in a long voice: "It seems that if it weren't for Mr. Fu, I wouldn't have the chance to go to Miss Zhou's birthday party."

Fu Qinghan smiled faintly, his voice still as cold as the snow that could not be melted. His eyes narrowed slightly, and no extra emotions could be seen: "Since the Zhou family is looking forward to our coming, we should not let them down."

*** The day after tomorrow is the birthday party of Zhou Ling, the third daughter of the Zhou family. No one knows whether the psychic will show up. Jiang Shiyue lies on the bed in her room, bored, wrapping her fingers around that faint mental power.

So many things have happened in less than ten days since traveling to this parallel time and space. Jiang Shiyue curled the corners of his mouth and disappeared his mental power into the air.

Suddenly someone knocked on the door. Although the knock was respectful, it was also a bit urgent. Jiang Shiyue opened the door and found out it was the family's servant.

The servant said in a low voice: "Second Master Fu has sent someone to ask you to go down."

She seemed to have never seen such a scene before, and there was a look of surprise and uncertainty on her face.

Jiang Shiyue looked down from the second floor and saw six men in black suits and white gloves standing in the living room. There were no extra expressions on their faces, but one could already feel a certain temperament that could not be ignored.

The leader was an old man with gray hair, but his demeanor was even more calm and majestic. It was obvious that he was the one in charge. Beside him was a tall young woman who looked very capable.

Apart from them, there were Jiang Meiling and Chen Xueru. Jiang Mengqing only took a look at them and went to his study with a grim face.

Chen Xueru sat on the sofa, her expression as peaceful and gentle as ever. She waved at Jiang Shiyue, motioning her to go downstairs: "Shiyue, they came all the way from the capital."

Jiang Meiling clenched her fingers tightly. She was somewhat unwilling, but had no choice but to look away in anger.

But she still secretly glanced at her mother and saw that she was smiling very gently and her tone was intimate, as if she was proud of it.

Jiang Meiling felt very uncomfortable, but suddenly remembered the slap and her mother's words and expression at that time. She lowered her head in panic, not wanting others, especially her mother, to see her abnormality.

The contrast between her mother and herself was too great for her to accept, and she never explained it to herself afterwards. However, Jiang Meiling was no longer sure in her heart which face of her mother was the real one.

Jiang Meiling's heart was in a mess, and she felt an irritating jealousy.

(End of this chapter)

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