Chapter 93 Charity Dinner
Lu Jianheng didn't see Lu Shiman's transfer until the afternoon. He was really happy to receive the money from his sister.
He took a screenshot and posted it on his Moments.
I feel a little proud in my heart. My sister and I have a very good relationship recently, which is definitely not the case with others.
Then he sent the screenshot to the group of four brothers. This group was created when Lu Shiman shamelessly pursued Fu Bowang.
There is no road inside.
Lu Jianheng: [Screenshot]
Lu Jianheng: [My sister has grown up and knows how to transfer money to her brother.]
Be envious, be envious all you want.
Before he could feel proud for long, he saw Lu Yannan throw out a screenshot showing that the transfer amount was 50,000.
Nearly twice as much as his.
Lu Jianheng: [No, this bastard is treating people differently?]
Lu Qiyun: [Screenshot]
Lu Jianheng: [Old Four, why do you have it too?]
Lu Chixu was awakened by the vibration of his phone. He opened the group chat and found that Lu Shiman had transferred money to three people. He immediately exited to see if she had transferred money to him.
Click, check, and transfer 250 yuan.
He also asked him to buy some stupid movies to eat. Now he wanted to turn Lu Shiman into stupid movies to eat.
Lu Jianheng: [@Lu Chixu, second brother, you're not going to get 20,000 too, are you?]
Lu Chixu: [It's none of your business. Ask, ask, ask, what the hell are you asking? If you have nothing better to do, go to the countryside and pick up manure.]
Lu Jianheng felt a little aggrieved. He had only asked a question, but why was this person acting like a cat whose tail had been stepped on and its fur stood on end?
Lu Chixu became angrier and angrier as he thought about it, so he called Lu Shiman.
The call was quickly picked up, and Lu Shiman's voice came from the receiver: "What?"
"Lu Shiman, what does transferring 250 mean?"
Lu Shiman was startled by the angry voice and held the phone farther away from his ear: "Second brother, I'll transfer it to buy medicine for you."
"Look, you were talking nonsense last night, which proves that you are seriously ill."
"Lu Shiman!" Lu Chixu gritted his teeth.
"Second brother, get treatment well, take medicine well, and try to get a new life as soon as possible." Lu Shiman said quickly and hung up the phone.
He was worried that Lu Chixu would call again, so he didn't forget to block his number.
I let out a long sigh. It was too scary. My second brother, this grumpy little fire kid, was really too scary.
After Ji Linshen finished the cross-border video conference, he took the time to meet with two partners.
He was extremely busy, while Lu Shiman was leisurely watching TV series and eating melon seeds in the office.
As dusk falls, the golden sunset glow spreads across the sky.
After a busy day, Mr. Ji can finally take a break.
Ji Linshen pushed open the sandalwood door of the president's office, his suit jacket casually draped over his arm, his silver-gray tie pulled loosely, tilted into a lazy arc below his Adam's apple.
He rubbed the back of his neck with his backhand, circling his knuckles on his temples, feeling a little tired.
Turning his head to look at Lu Shiman, who was sitting with his legs crossed, drinking milk tea and eating melon seeds, the corner of his eye twitched unconsciously.
Why do I feel a little angry when I see this scene?
Lu Shiman looked up when he heard the voice, with half a melon seed in his mouth: "Why are you standing? Sit down and treat it like your own office."
Ji Linshen: "......"
Lu Shiman put down the melon seeds, clapped his hands, stood up and walked to Ji Linshen: "You are going to attend the charity dinner tonight, right?"
"Yeah." Ji Lin's Adam's apple moved, and his eyes swept across the corners of her lips stained with melon seed crumbs.
A pair of bony fingers suddenly came up, and the calloused fingertips brushed across the tender lips, crushing the melon seed shell on the fingertips. "You come with me."
"Ah? I want to go too. I'm useless, so it's okay not to go?" Lu Shiman mentioned this because she didn't want to go. She wanted to eat hot pot with Qin Jiaojiao, and then go shopping and spend her husband's money.
Ji Linshen chuckled and pinched her face with his fingers: "No!"
"I'm really useless." Lu Shiman was a little unwilling.
"Well, it's okay. It's okay as a pendant."
"Ji Linshen, are you looking at me and feeling unbalanced because I'm so idle that you want to find something for me to do?"
"Who said you have no brains?" Ji Linshen teased: "Isn't this quite smart?"
As they were talking, Sansuke brought dinner and the styling team was waiting nearby.
Lu Shiman rejected Qin Jiaojiao's invitation with tears.
After dinner, Lu Shiman began to choose a dress.
She turned around to look at Ji Linshen, only to see him standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window answering the phone.
The dark grey suit cinched his waistline, and the setting sun shone through the bulletproof glass, coating his features with a light gold. His knuckles holding the phone glowed cold white in the light and shadow.
Lu Shiman inexplicably chose a silver-gray fishtail skirt, which just happened to match the color of Ji Linshen's suit.
The back is hollowed out, and when you turn around, the diamond chain slides down your butterfly bones, leaving star-like traces of light at the waist.
"How is it? Does it look good?" She deliberately turned around in front of the dressing mirror, and the hem of her satin skirt rippled with dark patterns.
Ji Linshen didn't know when he hung up the phone. The reflection in the mirror was staring at her naked back, her Adam's apple rolling heavily, and he raised his leg to move over.
"It looks good." The warm fingertips suddenly pressed against the indentation of the spine. The hoarse ending dissipated by the ears, and the temperature of the palm seeped into the blood through the skin.
"My back looks perfect after cupping." Lu Shiman raised his chin proudly.
The stylist who was doing her makeup pursed her lips tightly, afraid that she would laugh.
As the lights came on, the extended Bentley crushed the neon lights and stopped at the convention center.
Under the crystal dome, the champagne tower reflects thousands of light points.
When Ji Linshen went on stage to give a speech, Lu Shiman leaned against the gilded column, watching Ji Linshen calmly unbutton his suit in the spotlight, and a cold light flashed across his watch the moment he raised his hand.
The person stood there elegantly, noble and charming.
Lu Shiman unconsciously touched his chest, which was resonating with his low voice of speech.
Then it beat faster and faster, almost jumping out of the throat in the next second.
Tonight's charity dinner is different from previous ones. All the auction exhibits are placed in the exhibition hall for people to visit.
After Ji Linshen finished his speech, he was pestered by others. Even he couldn't avoid exchanging pleasantries with others.
Seeing that he couldn't get away for the time being, Lu Shiman went to the exhibition hall to look at tonight's exhibits.
There are many types of exhibits, including diamond jewelry, antique calligraphy and paintings, as well as some rare natural history collections.
Lu Shiman didn't know much about jewelry, nor could she identify antique calligraphy and paintings, she just watched for fun.
There weren't many people in the exhibition hall. Lu Shiman stood in front of a blue and white porcelain vase with intricate patterns and a lush green glaze. She was mesmerized by it.
She wanted to get closer to take a closer look, but someone bumped into her from behind. Lu Shiman staggered and hit the display table of the blue and white porcelain vase.
The display table shook, and with a loud bang, the priceless blue and white porcelain vase shattered, with fragments scattered everywhere.
Lu Shiman stood stiffly amidst the mess, cold sweat running down her groin into the diamond waist chain, her nails digging deep into her palms.
Her head buzzed, and her ears rang with her parents' accusations and her grandparents' scolding.
"You can't even hold down a job!" My father's voice pierced through my memory: "Useless thing, as unlucky as your mother!"
In the faded image, she knelt on the ground, broken porcelain pieces piercing her knees, while her mother's sharp curse pierced her ears: "I might as well raise a guard dog than raise you!"
"Unlucky star." Grandma's chopsticks poked her temple and it hurt.
"You're just a money-loser. You should have been strangled to death. You took up a spot for nothing and made my Lu family have no grandchildren." Grandpa looked at him with resentment.
The fragments before her eyes intertwined with the scenes in her memory, making her unable to distinguish whether it was reality or a dream.
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