The script of the control group was torn up by hand, and the female supporting role of the era awake

Lang Anyang lowered his eyes slightly, and slowly followed Tong Meili's movement. Sure enough, the woman deliberately circled towards her in order to avoid the guests who were walking in the opposite direction.

The person came to him very quickly, and when the woman happened to pass by her, she sprained her foot, and with a glass of red wine in her hand, she came towards Lang Anyang.

Everyone stood still when they heard the commotion, with gloating flashes across their faces, and they were ready to watch the excitement.

The corners of Lang Anyang's lips raised a faint trace, and her feet tended to move aside, but just a second before her feet were about to leave the ground, she felt a figure rushing towards her out of the corner of her eye.

Her footsteps paused, and then she was taken aside by a generous and strong embrace with a faint tea fragrance.

Because the man's hand holding the brocade box blocked the woman's wrist, so that not a single drop of the glass of red wine fell from her head.

The woman was stunned, and stared blankly at the gown that she had spent a lot of money on and had prepared half a year in advance. The red wine was like dark red blood, flowing wantonly on her pink and white skirt.

She couldn't help raising her voice and screaming, and looked over angrily, but when she saw clearly who the man was, her face turned pale.

"Zhuang, Fifth Young Master Zhuang... Yes, I'm sorry, my high heels don't fit my feet today, I tripped over them accidentally, and almost disturbed the dealer's guests..."

Zhuang Zai sneered: "I see that this lady does not seem to be participating in such a banquet for the first time. The red wine is always one-third of the amount, and your glass is quite a lot."

"At our dealer's banquet, for such a scheming, I think Ma'am must have looked down on the positions of the young ladies in our dealer's house, and deliberately distanced herself?"

"Steward, please register, our banker is not someone who waits for unreasonable people."

The woman knows that her situation is over, and she regrets it endlessly, but where in the world is there anyone who sells regret medicine?
Facing everyone's mocking eyes, she covered her face and ran away crying.

Lang Anyang gently broke away from Zhuang Zai's embrace, and thanked him without raising his head.

Zhuangzai looked at the little girl's black hair and fair neck, his breath was filled with her faint fragrance, and his eyes were slightly darkened.

"I see that the young lady doesn't like the position of the young mistress of our dealer. She came here without changing her clothes?"

"Or," he pinched her chin slightly, forcing her to look up, "you are dressed differently from others, to attract the attention of the dealer's young masters?"

Lang Anyang's mouth was bitter, and his eyes were always slightly lowered.Her eyelashes are thick and curly, like fragile and fluttering butterflies, slashing gracefully and strikingly.

As he got closer, Zhuang Zai realized that the little girl's skin was delicate and fair, like fine porcelain, which made people linger, but his hand rubbed against his consciousness.

In the next second, he withdrew his hand and said flatly: "The banker's water is very deep, you can do it yourself!"

After speaking, he let go of her and turned to leave.

Several members of the small dealer were so happy that their eyebrows and eyes were flying. The family loves face. As long as a young master of the dealer chooses Lang Anyang, then the small dealer will usher in a step up to the sky!
When the marriage contract is concluded, Lang Anyang is missing an arm or a short leg, or his body is broken. The dealer will definitely not like such a woman to enter the house. In order to cover up the scandal, there are precedents for secretly changing people.

Lang Anyang thought about it all the way, but he could vaguely guess the plan of the little dealer.

In the aristocratic family, for power and money, what can't they do?

Tong Meili came over and asked in a low voice: "What did the fifth young master Zhuang tell you? I heard that the Zhuang family took advantage of the grand master's birthday to hold such a big banquet this time, almost surpassing the old man. Several outstanding sons and daughters of the Zhuang family choose their wives... Moreover, many people say that it is mainly for the fifth young master Zhuang... If you can become the wife of the fifth young master Zhuang, then you and your brother will not be afraid of the Lang family at all!"

Lang Anyang still had that submissive, obedient and obedient look, which made Tong Meili feel tired for a while.

No matter how beautiful a woman is, what's the use of marrying home like a porcelain doll, and a man forgets it after a few days.

A woman who can handle a man must have a sense of humor and will make trouble!
Which man doesn't want a woman to be dignified and sociable in front of others, but turn into a little monster at night, making people wish she could be a romantic...

"You, forget it. After all, I have been busy securing my position in the small dealer these years. I was afraid that my own lawsuit would affect you brothers and sisters. I restrained my thoughts and didn't contact you... I know you must hate me, but I am a woman, and I can't live with the two of you in the Lang family... You are the descendants of the Lang family, no matter how hateful they are, they can't really do anything to you..."

"Anyway, it's too late for me to say anything now, but Mom hopes that you and your brother can find a big backer in the future and won't be manipulated and bullied..."

Lang Anyang sneered in his heart.How could this woman speak of her heartlessness in such a high-sounding manner?

Could it be that Tong Meili still thinks that she is a child of three or five years old and can be easily coaxed?
It is precisely because she has experienced too much, except for her brother, she cannot open her soft but scarred heart to anyone in reality.

How many people in the aristocratic family are pure?

If they don't compete for fame and fortune, they will only be bullied and trampled on, but if they touch fame and fortune, how much pure land do they have in their hearts?
Tong Meili put two glasses of wine in her hand, and pushed her, "Go, Master Zhuang Wu saved you just now, you have to drink with him to express your gratitude."

"If you make a fool of yourself on such an occasion, you will be left behind wherever you go in the future. Don't forget, your brother doesn't know what you are doing now."

"The power of the little dealer is not comparable to that of a mere low-ranking Lang family!"

Lang Anyang held the two cups tightly. This is a world that pays attention to background and strength. She watched her work hard to learn skills and improve herself, but these ostentations were not enough to look at.

The feeling of being severely suppressed and having to bend down to reality made her breathless, and this suppression came from her biological mother.

For the sake of her stepdaughter, her biological daughter, is she really just throwing away like a rag?

As she walked towards Zhuang Zai step by step, she could feel that Tong Meili's eyes had been staring at her back, as if she was afraid that she would do something small, or that she might not follow orders.

Lang Anyang's eyes were sore, she really couldn't get enough of her cultivation!
Zhuang Zai didn't like excitement very much, so he drank wine and talked with his friends in the slightly dimmed, half-open private room.

He didn't seem to see Lang Anyang coming, but just swung the wine glass.

Lang Anyang took a deep breath, smiled lightly, and handed over a wine glass, "Thank you, Master Zhuang Wu, for your rescue just now, I would like to toast you."

Seeing that Zhuang Zai didn't take the glass, Lang Anyang didn't care. He put down the wine glass and drank his own. However, he nodded and said goodbye to him before leaving.