After the divorce, Feng Ye begged for reconciliation every day.

Chapter 248 Is Deliberately Teasing Her
Half an hour later, the car stopped at the gate of a castle that looked like it had passed through the years and left traces of history.

Coming out of the car, Shi Moran raised his head to look at the high steps and the tall and majestic castle. If it weren't for the bright lights in the castle, the ancient appearance would be a bit scary.

Seeing the difficulty of other women climbing the stairs wearing high heels, Shi Moran looked down at her canvas shoes, she assured that she didn't know there would be so many steps in advance.

Hehe, it turns out that she has always been a foresighted person. If she climbs so many steps in high heels, she will definitely get blisters on her feet!
"Miss Qijiu, let's go."

When Ku Er came to Shi Moran's side, the gentleman stretched out his hand.

"Kuer, you're really sticking in the needle!"

Anglo grabbed Kur's hand and said angrily.

"How can I, don't talk nonsense, my thoughts towards Miss Qi Jiu are very simple."

Kuhl shrugged innocently, his eyes seemed to be inadvertently turned towards Anglo's hand holding him, but a meaningful smile flashed in his amber eyes.

When history repeated itself, Shi Moran still chose the same method as before, turned a deaf ear and didn't see anything, and walked towards the steps with the hem of his skirt.

These two people were really naive, even more naive than Feng Qingqing. The bickering along the way made her head buzz.

Comparable to torture.

"Miss Qi Jiu has already gone up, you still don't let go of my hand, do you like me?"

From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the thin figure crawling to the center, and then Kuhl opened his mouth to remind Anglo.

"Cut, I like your hammer! I, Anglo, don't like a good woman, would I like a big man?"

With a sigh, Anglo immediately shook off Kur's hand, and swaggered towards the steps.

Looking at Anglo's back, a trace of sadness flashed in Kur's eyes, but it disappeared soon.

With his head down, he tightly clenched the hand held by Anglo into a fist, and pretended to raise his foot casually.

"Please show the invitation letter."

When Mo Ran stepped on the last step, pure American English came to mind.

When she looked up, she realized that at the gate of the castle, there were people wearing red men's concierge uniforms unique to the United States, checking the invitations one by one.

Oh, although she knew she was coming to the banquet last night, she didn't know where the banquet was held until she arrived.Where does she have an invitation letter?

Turning around, before she could say anything, she saw that Anglo was only a few steps away from her.

She said, "The other party asked for an invitation letter, did you bring it?"

She just saw someone else's invitation letter, which is a 16k sheet, which is about the same size as an A4 paper when unfolded.

It's not easy to put this thing in your trouser pocket.

But Angelo was only wearing a dark blue shirt and a pair of black trousers. Apart from being put in his trouser pocket, she couldn't think of where else to put the invitation letter.

"Oh, the invitation letter."

Anglo stepped up the last step, and continued with a relaxed tone, "I didn't."

Shi Moran's eyes widened suddenly, "..."

No?

Anglo is joking, right?
"I have no packaging."

Anglo spread his hands helplessly.

The aggrieved look seemed to be not his problem, but the invitation letter was too big.

Shi Moran smiled and pointed to the handbag made of pearls in her hand.

Although her handbag couldn't fit a book, the invitation letter could still fit.

Angru didn't know what to say for a while, so he turned around and looked at Kur behind him, and asked, "Did you bring the invitation letter?"

"That thing, do you think I will bring it?"

Kuro skipped him directly.

Invitations are for ordinary guests.

They are not ordinary at all!
"Please show your invitation."

The security guard at the door reminded politely.

"We are Ye Mingfeng, friends of Mr. Ye."

Kur put his hands in his trouser pockets leisurely.

"Sorry, we need to see your invitation..."

It's just that before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by a middle-aged man running over at the door, "So it's Mr. Ye's friend, I'm sorry, please come in, please come in."

Shi Moran: "..."

This Ye Mingfeng's name is better than an invitation letter?

Could it be that his influence here is the same as that of Feng Yichen in the capital?
"I thought we wouldn't be allowed in without an invitation letter."

Anglo put his hands behind his head.

Shi Moran: "..."

Why did she feel that Anglo told her on purpose.

Thinking of Anglo's childish character, she can now be absolutely sure that Anglo did it on purpose.

From the beginning, he said that he didn't bring the invitation letter, which was to tease her on purpose.

This person is really, childish!
Smiling jokingly at Shi Moran, Angelo walked to the middle-aged man's side, "Flender, where is my Brother Feng now?"

"Master Anglo, Mr. Ye is chatting with Mrs. Claes in the study, so it's inconvenient to be disturbed."

The middle-aged man named Flender replied truthfully.

Shi Moran: "..."

Sure enough, he was deliberately teasing her!

A killing intent flashed in the clear black pupils.

"Okay, then you take us in to find a quiet place first."

Angore turned his head to look at Shi Moran who was smiling slightly at him.

Just for a moment, he felt as if he was facing a great enemy. It was obviously such an intoxicating smile, but it made a cold chill run up his back along his feet.

"Yes, Lord Anglo."

Flender responded.

Shi Moran silently followed behind Kur and Angru.

As soon as she entered, a voice sounded behind her, "This is a gift from Mrs. Claes."

Suddenly, Shi Moran stayed in place as if struck by lightning.

It was as familiar as Feng Yichen's voice.

Although it was a pure London accent, she subconsciously thought it was Feng Yichen's voice.

"Hey, Qi Jiu, what are you doing, why don't you hurry up and follow?"

Just when Moran was about to turn her head to look, Angru, who was in front of her, stopped, turned and shouted at her.

Probably, she was thinking too much.

How could it be possible for Feng Yichen to appear in the United States, and how could it be so coincidental to appear in St. Maarten, and even more so coincidental to attend this banquet.

Under the sun, there are not so many coincidences.

She never believed in the word fate.

The entire hall is bright and luxurious. Candlestick lamps are hung every five meters on the ancient walls. Candlelight dyes the walls yellow. There is a beautiful oil painting on the sky.

The entire castle exudes luxury.

(End of this chapter)