Hong Kong Entertainment: The top class starts with great writers

Chapter 222

Mrs. Ren's mind suddenly flashed the scene of her last banquet - she was unwell, but was taken onto the dance floor by Mr. Ren.

She asked to quit and rest several times, Mr. Ren only reminded her with a smile: "Hua Wan, keep smiling."

Finally, she passed out on the dance floor.

Before losing all consciousness, there seemed to be countless screams in his ears.

When she woke up, she was already in the hospital. A group of so-called friends in front of the bed asked her attending doctor about her condition under the guise of caring for her.

Hua Wan will never forget those excited faces.

Thinking of this, her eyes turned black—if she enters the social world again, she will definitely be pointed at by others!
Mrs. Ren's face was tangled and gradually resisted. From a frowning beauty to a cowardly and lovable one, Song Huanxi felt more and more that such a beautiful woman is like a beautiful peony, which should bloom in a prosperous place and be admired by everyone.

She immediately opened her mouth and interrupted Mrs. Ren's self-pity: "Mrs. Ren, I heard that there is such a custom in the upper class in Europe. It is best for a girl to enter the social circle for the first time under the guidance of her mother—"

Song Huanxi said seriously: "If you don't plan to enter the social circle now, what will Ah Ying do when she grows up?"

"For a family like yours, it's important to be well-off when getting married, right?"

Ren Tai was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously looked in the direction of her daughter, she had never thought about these questions before.

To be exact, the relationship between her and her daughter was not even close.

Thanks to Song Huanxi for sending Wenzai, the well-behaved Wenzai gave her a lot of experience in getting along with children.

The opportunity was that Mrs. Chen cooked a bowl of black sesame paste for the two children. Mrs. Ren saw that Wen Zai had a circle around his lips and got used to it, so she took a piece of paper and wiped his mouth for him.

As soon as she turned her head, she saw her daughter's envious eyes. Mrs. Ren took out another piece of paper very naturally, and wiped her daughter's mouth.

Ah Ying's eyes lit up instantly, and since then, the relationship between mother and daughter has gradually become closer.

Mrs. Ren only felt that her heart was tied in the middle of a tug-of-war rope. One side was social phobia, and the other was her daughter's future. The two sides pulled each other, making her heart extremely tormented.

After a while, Mrs. Ren let out a long breath: "Let me think about it!"

Song Huanxi knew that she shouldn't be too hasty, and she said sincerely: "I believe that if you appear at the dinner party, you will be the best!"

Mrs. Ren was startled, touched her face involuntarily, and said with a smile, "If I were ten years younger, I would believe what you said."

Song Huanxi frowned, and pulled Mrs. Ren to the mirror, "Whether I lied to you, you can see for yourself!"

Mrs. Ren raised her head, and there were two beauties in the mirror, one with white skin in a black dress, plain face and red lips, naturally cool, like an ice queen;

Another beauty in a blue dress had a pretty face with a smile, and there was a sense of alienation in her brows and eyes, as if the queen of the sea stepped down from the throne and stepped into the group of officials.

The two stood together, like a pair of sisters.

Mrs. Ren slowly raised her hand and touched her face: "Is this me?"

Song Huanxi was amused by her, "It's not you, I beautified it with magic!"

Mrs. Ren blinked: "Can you still use magic?"

Song Huanxi was teased by her, "Ma'am, you believe it!"

Mrs. Ren is really beautiful and pure. If she were a man, she would definitely look after such a beauty. I really don't know what Mr. Ren thinks, he would be so reckless!
Mrs. Ren also realized that Song Huanxi was making a joke, so she finally believed that the extremely beautiful ice and snow queen in the mirror was indeed her.

The tug-of-war rope in Mrs. Ren's mind, at the end marked "Daughter", vaguely appeared a figure with two big characters shining brightly on her head, beautiful!
The tug-of-war rope moved a lot in the direction of the daughter.

Song Huanxi saw that it was late, Mrs. Ren seemed to have regained a lot of confidence, and said goodbye: "Today I have to go to set up a stall with my second sister, so I will leave first."

Mrs. Ren naturally wouldn't keep her, so she just asked caringly: "Do you want me to find someone to do your makeup for you?"

Song Huanxi shook her head and said with a smile: "When I was a cameo on the set, I met a makeup artist, and she promised to help me with styling at night."

Mrs. Ren nodded and said, "Okay, then you can go."

Song Huanxi went upstairs to change her clothes. Mrs. Chen carefully packed the skirt and shoes she had changed into a handbag and handed them to her. Then she took the scissors and cut a half-opened violet.

Mrs. Ren next to her said: "You can cut two more flowers for her, so you will be prepared."

So, Song Huanxi got three half-budding violets.

She said goodbye politely, and then raised her head to call out Ah Ying: "Ah Ying, please take care of Wen Zai, he is very shy, and he is too embarrassed to speak up when he has something to do."

Ah Ying has been well-clothed since she was born. Although she has a younger brother who is rarely seen, she has always been taken care of as a baby. Now that she has the opportunity to take care of other babies, she immediately patted her chest and agreed: "Sister Wenzai! Don't worry! I will Take good care of Wenzai!"

Song Huanxi returned with a full load, and took a ding-ding car to the front of the Kowloon Theater. From a distance, he saw the snack stall of the Song Ji sisters. The most embarrassing young customer was talking to his sister earnestly.

Out of curiosity, she tiptoed over and stood behind the young guest, taking advantage of the young guest's tall and burly figure, to cover herself tightly.

"This singing competition is really very formal. I swear in the name of my uncle, as long as you come, I will guarantee you a top ten!"

Song Huanyun's voice sounded: "Who knows who your uncle is! You still use his name to make four! Why don't you make five and six!"

Chen Jiazhu helped out and said, "That's right! Return to the top ten! The singing competition is not organized by you!"

The young man responded dumbfounded, "I did it!"

He paused, and said again: "You don't know my uncle, you should know about Rongchang Pictures! My uncle is the boss of Rongchang Pictures!"

The two girls laughed together, and Song Huanyun taunted unceremoniously: "The boss of Huanrongchang, why don't you say that the boss of Pei Brothers Pictures is your brother!"

The young man was obviously depressed: "...that's my uncle too."

The girls couldn't help but laughed out loud, "Why do you have so many cheap uncles! Did you just pull out any boss, and they are all your uncles?"

Guo Zhishan thought about it seriously, and said gloomily, "...it seems so."

There's no way, those of his generation are still working with the big bosses.

In this way, he can be regarded as No.1 in the younger generation.

Guo Zhishan couldn't help raising his head and puffing out his chest, quite proud of himself.

Although Song Huanxi couldn't see Song Huanyun, she could still imagine what the second child looked like now, and she must be thinking about how to fight back-this girl has been rebellious since she was a child, and nine of them grew up on her mouth.

People who don't know her well, if they answer her seriously, they can be slapped to the sky.

It took Song Huanxi a while to realize that to teach the second child, she only needs to use her hands, and she will never accept it.

(End of this chapter)