Madam Dihao is not good

"Why do you say that?"

"At this banquet, I hope you don't do any outrageous behavior, and don't try to attract my father's attention. He hates women who steal the show and grandstanding. If you want to make a good impression on him, don't make any mistakes."

"Ah."

"He is not an unreasonable savage. However, once a bad impression is made on him, it may be difficult to reverse it."

Bai Yunshang nodded: "I see, that dress..."[

"I'll have someone send it to you."

Pressing the inside line, he asked his servant to bring the Paris Fashion Week dress book and chose a sexy silver evening dress.

The style of the dress is generous, graceful and low-key.

When the servant left with the clothing book, he met Katerina at the door.

She slightly bent her red lips, took the clothing book away with interest and asked, "What does he want this for?"

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The Palace Hotel is located in the southwest region of France. In 1855, Napoleon III built the "Villa Eugenie" for his beloved wife, Queen Eugenie.Subsequently, due to the defeat of Napoleon III in the Franco-Prussian War, "Villa Eugenie" was purchased by the Bank of Paris and turned into a palace hotel in 1893.

Here, the banquet of interlacing cups and cups, and the fragrance of clothes and shadows on the temples has never stopped.

It was said to be a family banquet, but Bai Yunshang saw many people passing by in the banquet hall. They all seemed to know that Master Sikong likes to keep a low profile, and they all wore generous and decent clothes, not luxurious but still extravagant.

Bai Yunshang didn't know any of them, and leaned on a corner to watch the opera performed on the stage.

At this moment, Sikong Zeye walked up to her with two glasses of champagne.

Today he is wearing a gray shirt, white overalls, and a brown bow.

It was very hot in the room, and it was rare for him to button up the top button neatly, and his bangs were wet with sweat, shining brightly.

It seems that there is a sense of "rogue gentleman".

Ma Zai walked behind him, with his silver-gray coat on his wrist.

"Would you like a glass of champagne?" he asked, walking up to her.

His attitude was distant and polite, not sure if it was because of the occasion or because he was still angry with her.

But he would take the initiative to come to her, and she already felt much more at ease.

Almost thought he wouldn't take the initiative to talk to her. [

"Thank you." After taking the champagne he handed over, she asked, "What about her?"

Sikong Zeye sat down beside her: "I don't know."