Chapter 7 The One in Beijing Circle
After presenting the gifts, Jiang Ciyou and Yan Feng walked towards their table at the door.
No one was seated yet, so they had to wait.
Yan Feng's cell phone rang in the middle of the conversation.
He glanced at his cell phone and hurried towards the garden at the side door.
Jiang Ciyou knew it was Xia Ling calling.
But she didn't care and admired the antiques in the banquet hall.
A whole wall of Song Dynasty blue and white porcelain is truly jaw-dropping.
After a while, a little girl came over.
"Are you Mrs. Yan?"
Jiang Ciyou turned around gracefully: "What's the matter?"
"I'm Bai Qian, the granddaughter of the commander of the Beijing Military Region. May I ask for your recipe for the Li Wang Flower infusion?"
Before Jiang Ciyou could say anything, the little girl quickly spoke.
"I can buy the formula from you, any price is fine."
Jiang Ciyou smiled and said, "This recipe is not a big secret. I made it for fun. If Miss Bai likes it, I'll give it to you."
The girl's eyes sparkled with joy: "Can you really give it to me?"
"Well, add me on WeChat and I'll send you the recipe tonight."
The little girl quickly added Jiang Ciyou on WeChat.
At this time, several young girls gathered around: "I want one too, I want one too, Mrs. Yan, can you add me on WeChat too?"
Jiang Ciyou was confused by this situation, but he still added WeChat one by one and promised to send the recipes to them one by one in the evening.
Just kidding, these girls are either the mayor's daughters, the daughters of top chaebols, or even the granddaughters of the central party secretary.
Jiang Xiaoxiao watched from afar as a group of Beijing celebrities gathered around Jiang Ciyu and added him on WeChat.
She gnashed her teeth in anger and complained to Yao Shulan, "Mom, are they stupid? A bunch of Beijing celebrities are trying to please Jiang Ciyou. What are they trying to achieve?"
Yao Shulan said calmly, "They're not stupid. The guests presented so many gifts, but only hers caught the old lady's eye. They just wanted to curry favor with Old Madam Bo after getting the recipe."
Yao Shulan sighed softly, "Among those people, one will definitely become the young mistress of the Bo family."
Jiang Xiaoxiao snorted, "What's the point of pleasing the old lady? It's up to Bo Jinxiu to decide who to marry. Maybe Bo Jinxiu doesn't like these princesses who are disciplined by all kinds of dogmas at all, and instead likes the unruly Cinderella."
Yao Shulan seemed to see through Jiang Xiaoxiao's thoughts.
"Xiaoxiao, our Jiang family is considered one of the most prestigious families in Rongcheng, but compared to the daughters of the wealthy in Beijing, we are far behind. The Bo family is not something a small family like us can dream of."
Yao Shulan said soothingly, "Mom will definitely find you a very good family in Rongcheng."
"Mom, you also said that Rongcheng is not as good as Beijing. People always strive for higher positions. Besides, how do you know that Bo Jinxiu doesn't like me if you don't give it a try?"
Yao Shulan shook her head, looking helpless.
Sometimes family background is an insurmountable mountain. Rich people are more realistic than ordinary people, especially those from prominent families, who pay more attention to matching their status.
The story of the prince and Cinderella only exists in fairy tales.
On the other side, several little girls surrounded Jiang Ciyou and called her sister.
Jiang Ciyou also followed their sister's call, which made the little girls particularly happy.
But the young ladies were only kind to her, and they were still secretly competing with each other and refused to give in to each other.
"I met that guy last month, and he praised me for being more beautiful."
"Before the old lady sent out the invitations, no one knew that Brother Bo was in Rongcheng. You are simply lying."
"I'm lying, but calling Bo brother is too disgusting. Are you very familiar with Bo Jinxiu? You haven't spoken to him yet."
Several young ladies were quarreling fiercely.
Jiang Ciyou finally understood.
These people all like Bo Jinxiu.
However, Jiang Ciyou didn't understand.
Obviously, their wealth and status are at the top of the world pyramid, so why do they all seem to be determined to marry Bo Jinxiu?
Bai Qian seemed to see through Jiang Ciyou's doubts.
An awkward explanation: "Sister Jiang, we all really like Bo Jinxiu. It's not because of his title as the richest man in the Bo family. If you see him, you will understand. Once you have seen his face, you will know that no other man in this world can compare to him."
Jiang Ciyou laughed.
It turns out they are a group of people who are obsessed with looks.
Jiang Ciyou understood, she also liked good-looking men.
When I first fell in love with that guy, not only did we have sex after drinking, but I also kept him for three years afterwards because I was attracted by his looks and was fascinated by his sex.
"The young master is back!"
The housekeeper hurried in and ran towards the old lady.
The originally bustling banquet hall suddenly became quiet.
Everyone looked towards the door.
Could the young master the housekeeper was referring to be Bo Jinxiu?
I heard that Mrs. Bo gave birth to three daughters and gave birth to her only son when she was in her forties.
The young ladies who had been chattering around him had fallen silent.
He looked towards the door with excitement and anticipation.
Jiang Ciyou also followed their gaze and looked towards the door.
A long leg stepped in.
The man was dressed very formally, in a custom-made suit and a dark blue tie.
He is tall, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, a straight back, and perfect body proportions. His long legs seem to step on the heart of a girl with every step he takes.
Judging from her figure, she is indeed a top-notch one.
Jiang Ciyou also admired silently in his heart.
Then his eyes moved from bottom to top and fell on the man's face.
When Jiang Ciyou saw the man's face clearly, his body stiffened instantly.
As if someone had cast a spell on him, Jiang Ciyou felt his blood solidify instantly.
The facial features on that face were extremely superior, and the curve of the jaw was carved with a knife and an axe, as if it was Nuwa's most proud work.
His skin was also very white, the kind of cold white that was almost otherworldly.
It is like the finest white porcelain fired in a thousand-year-old cave, which has been tempered by fierce fire and has given birth to a pure and ultimate beauty.
But his lips were red, as if he had put on lipstick.
This red saves the broken feeling brought by the cold white, as if the gods in the sky were stripped of their bones and demoted to the mortal world, but they were still born in the family of kings, princes and generals, and are naturally noble.
His temperament was even more cold and extraordinary, and he brought a chill wherever he went.
The man's gaze did not stay on Jiang Ciyou's face for a second.
I passed her by quickly.
Jiang Ciyou was still standing there in a daze.
After a long time, he asked, "Who is he?"
The little girls around were chattering.
"That's Bo Jinxiu, the one and only one in the Beijing circle."
"I haven't seen him for three years. He seems more handsome and cooler than before."
"Didn't someone say he was going to chase him? But just now he didn't even dare to say hello!"
"You are the same!"
The little girls started quarreling again.
Only Jiang Ciyou couldn't recover for a long time.
Is it him?
Impossible...
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