Chapter 8 Toast
Jiang Ciyou turned around suddenly.
Her eyes were still fixed on the man's tall and straight back.
Wherever he walked, it was like a dark cloud covering a city, and the people around him were shocked by his powerful and cold aura.
There was respect, admiration, and even fear in their eyes.
It’s really because his temperament is so cold and frightening.
It can't be him.
Her "pretty boy" doesn't have this kind of temperament at all.
He was as hot as the midsummer sun, wild and unbridled, even a little scoundrel.
Every time they met, he would take the initiative to seduce her, play hard to get when she was aroused, and try his best to please her when she wanted to give up.
He has mastered the pleasure techniques in bed to perfection.
Jiang Ciyou often poked his chest and scolded him: "You are the male Daji."
He always pinched her chin with a sinister look: "Then you are Queen Zhou?"
How could such a dissolute person be the prince of the Beijing circle who is so extraordinary that he is not like an ordinary person?
Jiang Ciyou convinced himself.
But I still feel a little uneasy.
The gift-giving session ended and the guests began to take their seats.
Jiang Ciyou also sat in his seat early.
She looked around the room, but could no longer see the man.
Jiang Ciyou sat quietly in his seat.
Take out your cell phone and open the address book.
Finally, it stopped at the number noted by "Little White Face".
Jiang Ciyou stared at the number in a daze.
But at the same time, he vaguely felt that he was also being stared at.
Jiang Ciyou looked up suddenly.
Then he met a cold gaze from the second floor of the banquet hall.
It's him!
Because they were quite far away, she wasn't sure whether the person was looking at her.
Jiang Ciyou's heart still skipped a beat.
For some unknown reason, she dialed the number in her hand.
The man on the second floor still stood there unmoved.
fortunately.
Jiang Ciyou secretly rejoiced in his heart.
Fortunately it wasn't him.
Jiang Ciyou lowered his head and was about to hang up the phone.
The phone suddenly rang.
The moment the call was connected, she looked up reflexively.
Look at the man on the second floor.
The man was still standing there straight.
But it was obvious that he had a phone to his ear in one hand.
Jiang Ciyou's heart was beating like a drum, getting faster and faster.
She put the phone to her ear very slowly.
Finally, a familiar voice came from the other end of the phone, low and cold: "Speak."
Jiang Ciyou didn't say anything.
He just stared at the man on the second floor who was talking on the phone.
He was staring at her too.
After a few seconds, Jiang Ciyou hung up the phone.
Sure enough, the man on the second floor also slowly put his phone into his trouser pocket.
Jiang Ciyou felt like someone was squeezing his heart.
I was actually a little breathless.
How could this be?
Why is this so?
There really are no two people in this world who look exactly alike.
It turned out that Bo Jinxiu was actually the gigolo whom he had been supporting for three years.
Jiang Ciyou couldn't calm down for a long time.
She suddenly thought of the first time she met him.
The night Yan Feng took Xia Ling abroad.
Her childhood friend Shen Nuo took her to the "Dark Horse Club".
She only remembered that she drank a lot of wine that night, and Shen Nuo ordered a lot of male models.
In the end, she accidentally had a relationship with a male model.
The next morning, she was still feeling regretful, but when she saw the male model's almost enchanting face, she had other thoughts.
Yan Feng is a beautiful woman outside, why should she stay in the cold kiln?
Let’s be happy together.
What's more, their marriage is not what outsiders know.
So, Jiang Ciyou immediately wrote the man a check for one hundred thousand.
"Can I support you from now on?"
Every subsequent meeting was not at the Dark Horse Club.
In fact, Jiang Ciyou had only been to that place once.
She gave the man an address, which was Green Villa.
The man has been living there for three years.
In addition, she gave him a check for one hundred thousand every month.
Whenever she was happy, she would go to see him.
Every time they met was in the evening or late at night, and every time, he made her very happy.
As if it were a tacit understanding, they never talked about anything other than love affairs, nor did they inquire about each other's families and identities.
Just to have fun.
He was the most outrageous and rebellious part of her life.
And when she realized that this part seemed to be beyond her control.
She decided to end this shady relationship.
I thought the two of them would return to their respective tracks and never meet again.
But she was shocked to find that the once weak prey was now staring at her like a hunter.
And she seemed to have fallen into his trap long ago.
When Yan Feng came back, he saw Jiang Ciyou sitting in a chair in a daze.
Her little face was pale and she looked dazed, as if she had suffered a blow.
Those eyes that were originally bright and charming seemed to have lost their color in an instant and became a little empty.
She usually looks charming and seductive, but at this moment she looks a little pitiful, which makes people feel pity for her.
Yan Feng suppressed the urge to ask questions and show concern, and sat down next to her.
However, I knew without asking that it was because of Yao Shulan and Jiang Xiaoxiao.
The person she had called mother for twenty years was now to the point where she didn't recognize her when they met.
Yao Shulan and Jiang Xiaoxiao did not sit at the same table with them.
The banquet began soon.
Yan Feng noticed that Jiang Ciyou drank one glass after another, and seemed to be full of things on his mind.
When Jiang Ciyou poured himself a glass of wine for the third time.
Yan Feng held down her wine glass.
"Are you still a girl? Why are you drinking so much?"
Jiang Ciyou looked at him with a smile, and said in a slightly teasing voice: "Why, are you concerned about me?"
Yan Feng's voice was cold and gloomy: "Today is an important occasion. Don't get drunk and embarrass the Yan family."
Jiang Ciyou snorted softly, "Don't bother me. I'm heartbroken. Can't I just drink some wine to relieve my boredom?"
Yan Feng looked at the blush in the corners of her eyes and his heart trembled slightly.
But then his face turned cold again: "Jiang Ciyou, don't try to play tricks on me. Even if you die drunk on the table today, I won't feel sorry for you for a second."
Jiang Ciyou remained silent and just continued drinking.
She didn't understand how the pretty boy became the prince?
Does he know his identity as Mrs. Yan?
He was kept by her for three years as a gigolo, and she never said a word of explanation.
What is his purpose?
worry!
How can I describe my sorrow with just one word?
Halfway through the banquet, the guests went to the main table to toast.
Yan Feng also stood up: "Let's go and toast to Old Madam Bo."
Yan Feng walked in front, and Jiang Ciyou followed behind with a glass of wine.
Soon we arrived at the main table.
The main table was crowded with people.
The old lady had left the table early.
Only Bo Jinxiu was left to hold the scene.
There were many people who came to toast, but most of them were guests drinking. Bo Jinxiu picked up the wine glass and clinked it with his own as a return gesture.
If you meet a guest of particularly high status, you will also take a symbolic sip.
Seeing the person in front toasting and leaving, Yan Feng took advantage of the opportunity to walk up to Bo Jinxiu.
"Master Bo, I am Yan Feng from the Rongcheng Yan family. I have long heard of your great name. I offer you a toast."
Mr. Bo Si, he called out following those who had toasted him earlier.
Yan Feng held the wine glass in both hands and handed it over, as if waiting for Bo Jinxiu to clink glasses with him.
Yan Feng had just observed that no matter how old or young anyone was, he never refused anyone who came to toast him, and at least he would clink glasses out of courtesy.
But at this time, Bo Jinxiu had no intention of taking the wine glass.
Yan Feng's hand holding the wine glass was suspended in the air.
There was a subtle awkwardness in the atmosphere.
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