Looking back, the person who came looked very familiar, with red phoenix eyes, willow leaves, eyebrows, mouth like cherries, nose tips, red lips and white teeth, very beautiful, especially a pair of breasts wrapped in a sleeveless top, which was very charming. This is Yuan Shuang's best friend, Mo Aixia, a junior at the School of Business Administration.

The man had short shoulder-length hair on his head, his bangs were tied up, revealing his smooth forehead. A string of shiny necklaces were hung around his slender neck. Shoes, handbags, clothing, and perfume were all detailed and detailed. He also deliberately wore a navel-exposed suit to reveal a complex tattoo on the edge of his navel. I guess it was because of the party tonight, and he had carefully dressed up all over his body.

Seeing that Song Baojun didn't say anything, Mo Aixia raised her chin and said, "Oh? Ignore people? Why did you get in?"

Of course she didn't believe that Song Baojun would be invited by the organizer.

Like "peripheral women", similar rich gatherings also have many "peripheral men". Unlike peripheral women who serve as vases, peripheral men have more responsibilities, such as making jokes, making jokes, pretending to be crazy and stupid, pretending to be stupid, etc., to set off the handsome, tall, and suave protagonists of the party, as a way to adjust the lively atmosphere at the party.

In general, men need extremely thick skin and extremely flexible wrists and heads. How can you lick others' ass if you don't have thick skin? How can you act as a joke for others if you don't have good brains? But everyone is not qualified to be.

Mo Aixia felt that Song Baojun should have come to lick the butts for the members of the Wuyi Club.

"Speak stupid!"

Song Baojun put his hands in his pockets, held Liu Xiyue's bag under his armpits, and squinted her with a cigarette butt in his mouth.

Cooperating with her black suit and white shirt, she looked like a little civil servant who had just entered the system. She had a trace of unhidden edges and corners in her body. After a few seconds, she seemed to suddenly find the other party and said slowly: "Isn't this Mo Aixia? Is it a gift to the rich and handsome guy again?"

During the days when he dated Yuan Shuang, he met Mo Aixia several times. He was a shady and proud girl. He often followed the butts of a rich and handsome guy like Liu Peilong and never looked down on others. When Yuan Shuang bets to play with her feelings, she was also one of the participants. That was a pain point that Song Baojun could not touch, so he couldn't be polite to her.

Mo Aixia's face turned dark and she said angrily: "Song Baojun, be careful when speaking, we were invited by the master."

"Isn't it just here to catch Kaizi? I hope to find a man with a dumb mind at the party, sleep with him, and get a reward for an lv bag."

"Who do you think of me?" Mo Aixia gritted her teeth and said, "Looking at your stinky mouth, I don't have to give Yuan Shuang a favor. I can kill you by just finding someone."

Song Baojun raised his eyelids and said very lazyly: "How come you, a big garlic, is this acre of three-point land? Who do you think you can find? Oh, as long as you spread your thighs, there are still a few clients who are willing to shout for you."

"You..." Mo Aixia suddenly found that the fool's mouth was many times stronger than before, and she couldn't hold back the words to refute, saying: "You are so trash-like, and you have the courage to come to Wuyi to mess around!"

After Liu Xiyue finished putting on makeup in the car, she saw two people quarreling beside the car. She stopped her hand that was about to open the door, turned to the lively mode, shook her head and said to herself, "This woman wants to fight Song Baojun, she is too young."

Song Baojun looked at himself, then Mo Aixia, and sneered twice, saying, "Student Xiaoxia, the zircon necklace on your neck is really dazzling! The necklace with a few hundred yuan is both beautiful and beautiful, and it also reflects the green and environmentally friendly sentiment. It is really admirable. Haha, this zircon is really like a diamond!" The word zircon specially increased the volume, just like a shouting out with a broken throat.

"Uh..." Mo Aixia's face suddenly turned red like a monkey's butt.

Gatherings in upper-class society have always been rigorous and solemn, and they pay special attention to their clothes and dressing, otherwise they will be regarded as a rude to their owners. Clothing, shoes, hats, handbags are all famous brands, and jewelry is the top priority. Even if you don’t have jewelry, you have to borrow them to decorate the storefront.

Mo Aixia was invited to attend the Wuyi party because of her good relationship with Yuan Shuang and her good appearance. She was just an ordinary family and had no extra money to support her luxury consumption. Fortunately, the human brain had no restrictions and made a zircon necklace to pretend to be a diamond necklace. It was expected that zircon was similar to diamonds, and the appearance was almost the same, and it could not be distinguished without the help of instruments.

This zircon necklace is worn around the neck, which matches the exquisite and transparent collarbone. It is really no different from the delicate and rich daughter, and she almost has to show off successfully.

It’s just that Song Baojun, who has a philosophical personality, has too strong observation ability. He can see at a glance that the subtle differences in luminosity, cutting angle, clarity, and color between ordinary zircon and diamonds are called broken.

When Mo Aixia was embarrassed, Song Baojun said again: "Although the smell of Chanel No. 5 perfume on you is real, it is too old to describe this feeling. Well, it smells like a middle-aged woman who can't find her husband to marry at the age of 35."

Liu Xiyue was laughing in the car, covering her mouth and laughing bitterly, and the flowers trembled for a while. Unfortunately, no one appreciated her beautiful little appearance.

The blush on Mo Aixia's cheeks slowly faded away, turning into a blue-gray color that was angry and embarrassed, saying, "You, you are looking for death!"

"This pair of retro-printed fish-mouth heels and knee-length skirts doubles out your thick, strong, fat, fat, short, and black elephant legs, with many hairs and thick pores. I'm afraid even double-layer stockings can't stop you. It's so beautiful, I can't bear to take a look."

Although Mo Aixia's legs were a little thicker, they were just a little thicker, far less than the exaggerated ones he said. He almost jumped up after hearing this and shouted, "Are you blind? Where are my legs thicker!"

"hehe."

Song Baojun thought to himself that there was Mo Aixia's place, Yuan Shuang must be not far away. He brushed the ashes with cigarette butts in his fingers. When he looked up, his heart thumped. Yuan Shuang, Liu Peilong and others came over from a distance.

Liu Peilong was tall and handsome, and he was actually a black suit and white shirt similar to Song Baojun. His figure was enough to support this suit, with wide shoulders and long legs, and looked more handsome. Mo Aixia completely forgot about her previous unhappiness, and her eyes were almost stuck to him and could not move them away.

In addition, the details of Liu Peilong's dress are far superior to Song Baojun. For example, Vacheron Constantin on his left wrist swings, which is faintly visible in the white cuffs as his arm swings. A pair of black-framed glasses are folded and inserted into the pocket of the top, revealing only the corners. The suit only holds the first button, and the belt is a little loose and casual, but it gives him a bit of chic demeanor.

Yuan Shuang politely held Liu Peilong's arm, and her hair was piled up behind her head, revealing her slender and jade-like neck. The white dress complemented Liu Peilong's black suit. The two of them were like golden boys and jade girls walking together, which was really amazing.

The two female classmates following Yuan Shuang, although they are already very beautiful, cannot be compared with Yuan Shuang. Without exception, like Mo Aixia, they were called by Liu Peilong to act as the foil for the role of the vase.

A hint of surprise flashed in Yuan Shuang's charming eyes and asked, "Song Baojun, why are you here?"

"He is here to help bring tea and water." Mo Aixia rushed to answer.

Yuan Shuang nodded and said, "Oh, then be careful and don't mess up other people's things."

Song Baojun's face froze and said with a little loss of laughter: "Yes, since I am here to serve tea and water, I always have a sense of responsibility and will not ruin things."

"Super tea and water" and so on. He could make fun of this, but Mo Aixia was talking nonsense. Yuan Shuang believed it without any doubt. She should be serious, which really made the otaku army feel so frustrated. It seems that in Yuan Shuang's mind, he will always be a poor person who can't make a name for himself.

Liu Peilong only looked away coldly, without speaking. The two of them had no eyes or verbal communication, but the contest had begun invisibly.

The other party was handsome and beautiful. The young master of Haisheng Company was surrounded by the scorching eyes of several girls around him. He was an official member of the Wuyi Association invited to join the Wuyi Association. Looking at himself, he was stupid and ridiculous. He was directly misunderstood as a servant who served tea and water. Whoever was stronger was better or worse.

Yuan Shuang paused a moment, changed into a tone of pity and said, "Who asked you to come? Don't come in the future, it's not suitable for you. Study hard, and you will have a day that will not be successful in the future."

Song Baojun felt a little painful in his chest, and his fierce philosophical personality could not be displayed, so he reluctantly replied: "It's always good to come and see the world."

"As you, I also want to see the world in the Wuyi Society?" Mo Aixia said with a sneer.

Yuan Shuang glared at Mo Aixia and said, "Forget it, I guessed that you are here to play the piano to cheer them up? Play it better, don't mess it up."

Song Baojun's "Requiem" at the October Gala amazed all listeners, and Yuan Shuang believed that this should be the main purpose of his host being invited.

Mo Aixia exclaimed: "He can still play the piano? It's funny!"

The two female classmates behind him immediately sneered: "Silly Jun, you are really good at pretending, and don't look at how much you have. I would like to advise you, you should leave as soon as possible, and don't smear our Shuangshuang's face."

With a click, the door of the Porsche 911 opened, and a slender and round stockings stretched out.

With the sudden appearance of bright light, Liu Xiyue held Song Baojun's palm intimately and swept the surroundings in a gloomy look. "What are you little bitches barking in front of my husband?"

Everyone present, including Liu Peilong, was stunned.
Chapter completed!