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Chapter 79 Alarm at the Banquet
  Song Qianhua raised her chin.

With well-maintained hands, I grasped a corner of the red velvet cloth and pulled it down.

The strapless tube top dress looked like stars in the dark night under the light. The sparkling silver dust poured down from the waist of the jade model and went straight into the waterfall. What a beautiful dress.

Wenjiu walked forward and looked at the little pearl wrapped around his waist.

He reached out and gently shook the round pearl.

The gorgeous, lustrous fabric is split in two down the middle.

The white jade model's buttocks were completely exposed in front of the three of them. Wenjiu let out a chuckle, so that he could look at the two people opposite who were also surprised. He put his palms up in a helpless posture, "This is what you do for me." A carefully prepared dress?"

"It's not us..."

Wen Jiu interrupted Song Qianhua's explanation and sneered, "Actually, I really want to settle old scores. It was the first time you held a birthday party for me and Wen Xue. When I came out wearing her dress from last year, didn't you know at all? ?”

"Ms. Song, Mr. Wen, there is no need to explain some things multiple times, and there is no need to make up for some things."

As soon as he finished speaking, the familiar haze and pain came out of his heart.

Wenjiu clenched his palms and said in a cold voice: "Wenjiu now does not need your late pretentious love."

She turned to leave, but Song Qianhua stepped forward and caught her, stopping her and insisting on explaining.

The same apricot eyes and pear blossoms bring rain.

She said to Wenjiu: "Mom, go check it out now. Ahjiu, please don't push mom away, okay?"

Now, I am facing the child who was born in ten months of pregnancy.

Only then did Song Qianhua realize that a mother's heart can hurt like this.

There was a voice in her heart repeatedly telling her that she didn't want to lose this daughter.

Wen Huairu was vigorous and resolute when he was young. Even when he is old and has thoughts of retirement, his calm reactions and methods when encountering difficulties are unparalleled. He said loudly: "Your mother is right, none of us want this to happen. The club is so big, I will ask someone to check and monitor it right away, so please don’t be arbitrary and impulsive."

In his eyes.

Wen Jiu has lived in the mountains since he was a child and has an out-of-touch temperament.

The mistakes you have made in the past few years always make you feel stubborn and impulsive.

"Mr. Wen, please don't look at me like I'm a time bomb, okay?" Wen Jiu frowned impatiently.

She finally discovered it.

The lingering memories left behind by the warm wine of this world are determined to gain the love of their biological parents.

As long as she disobeys Cannian's will, her heart will immediately feel the pain of tearing it in two. She gritted her teeth and said: "I am a mysterious master who is proficient in mysterious arts. It is easy to know who did it."

"Since you know, why don't you tell me?" Wen Huairu frowned.

Wen Jiu looked at him coldly, "I'm not interested in the clothes you gave me. Coming to this birthday party has nothing to do with you. It's just a formality. But if I want to expose her to the front, you are willing to make you proud. My precious daughter shows her ugly face in front of everyone?"

"Who?" Song Qianhua didn't believe it and said quickly: "This matter has nothing to do with A Xue. She has never seen your clothes before!"

Wen Jiu glanced at the broken dress, his eyes were gloomy, "Do you dare to make a bet with me?"

One hour countdown to the birthday party.

Song Qianhua nervously held her husband's hand next to her and followed the warm wine in front of her.

Wenjiu's and Wenxue's lounges are not far apart.

Do the elevator thing.

Wen Xue is being dressed up by the makeup and production team at this time, smiling at the camera and whispering interesting things from time to time.

The people around me are harmonious.

At this time, the door suddenly opened wide, and everyone could only see Wen Jiu in a lavender dress walking in, sideways revealing the middle-aged couple behind her and the single-long cabinet at the back. 【Um? Did you wake up from a warm wine sleep? 】

[Why did she come to Wenxue's room? She wasn't looking for trouble, was she? I heard that wealthy families are very complicated. 】

[Probably not, what does she dare to do in public? 】

"What's wrong, sister?" Wen Xue asked softly.

Wen Jiu did not answer.

I saw what I was looking for in front of the colorful light makeup mirror and walked straight over.

But in everyone's eyes, she ignored Wen Xue and only saw the white dress as pure as the moonlight. They all subconsciously thought that she was envious of Wen Xue for having such a beautiful custom-made dress.

【How rude. 】

[After all, she is just Aunt Wen Xue’s daughter. She is a close relative at most, so naturally she is not as good as the real eldest daughter, Xue Mei. 】

Hongjiu quickly rallied and got into a ball with Wen Xue’s fans.

The barrage on the birthday party live broadcast was a mess.

Seeing Wen Jiu walking straight in front of her dress, Wen Jiu's right eyelid twitched, feeling a little flustered for no reason.

Will not.

There's no way she'd find out.

However, the next second, the dress she was proud of this year and made by Parisian fashion experts, the dress that would allow her to shine in the upper class circle again, was shattered into pieces in the hands of warm wine.

"Clang-"

Wen Xue didn't even bother putting on makeup and stood up anxiously.

With tears streaming down her face, her face was filled with grievances, "Sister, what have I done wrong? You want to tear my dress into pieces. This is a private order that my mother got from a fashion master in Paris for three days and three nights."

From the moment the dress shattered.

The makeup artist and many people exclaimed, and Song Qianhua, who came with the warm wine that she wanted to bet on, had a look of disbelief on her face.

[Go crazy and warm the wine. 】

[When someone tears off the clothes they want to wear before their birthday party, why doesn’t she go there naked herself! 】

[I think she is just jealous of Wen Xue. She wants to destroy what others have that she doesn’t have. Such a person must have a serious mental illness. 】

[Someone call the police and take her away. Who is she? I thought she was fine before, but she is blind. 】

"Warm wine!" Wen Huairu looked angry.

He stepped forward and reached out to slap her. When he saw Wenjiu's sarcastic expression, his hand trembled and stopped in mid-air, and he grabbed Wenjiu's wrist and pulled her back.

The wound on Lingchi's wrist that was just hit by the fruit knife has not healed yet.

Under the strength of Wen Huairu's hand, the warm wine hissed and he forgot to resist. The pain quickly overflowed throughout his body. He reacted and threw away Wen Huairu's wrist and said coldly: "It's you who want to know the truth. This is what I tell you about the truth." reward."

She looked sideways at Wen Xue and said slowly: "Wen Xue, how can you clear yourself of suspicion this time?"

She brushed the red rose, and the huge red rose stood in the air. People who had seen the children in Miaoyun Village recognized the red rose and exclaimed: "It's the flower demon who saved people in Miaoyun Village that time!"

[Why did Wenjiu release the monster? God, she doesn’t want to kill people anymore! 】

[Hurry up and call the police and call someone on the official account of the special department! 】

[It’s so annoying to bully people at will by relying on one’s own special abilities! How can he look like a hero who protects his family and country? 】

[Sure enough, you shouldn’t trust these Xuanmen people. The best ones are our Brother Bing. These people with special abilities have eyes that reach the top of their heads. They are so arrogant that they don’t regard normal people as human beings! 】

(End of this chapter)