First Lady

She is simply a beauty of the Republic of China who walked out of the ten-mile foreign market in old Shanghai, mysterious and enchanting, bewitching people's hearts.

Bai Ling picked up the small golden handbag, with indifference in her eyes, she raised her red lips to the mirror.

She went to see what the so-called high society looked like today.

When she stepped on the exquisite black high-heeled shoes downstairs, even the butler was taken aback when he saw her.

Realizing his gaffe, he quickly bowed his head. [

"Ma'am, the car is ready, please."

Sure enough, Bai Ling immediately caused a commotion after stepping into the banquet hall, like a person who walked out of a painting and suddenly appeared.

After a short period of silence, the venue quickly returned to normal, but everyone was subconsciously paying attention to Bai Ling's actions,

After some people who had seen Lan Shan recognized her, they whispered to the people around them.

Bai Ling felt a little nervous, she came too hastily, there was no one she knew here.

Bai Ling is a little different from others, the more nervous others are, the more cowardly they appear.But the more nervous she was, the calmer her face became.

The thorns on his body are all erected, ready to guard against attacks from the outside world.

It's not that her morality is high, but that her face becomes stiff when she is nervous, and her expression is fixed when she is stiff.

Slightly raised her chin, kept her eyes fixed, her red lips slightly raised, her expression was cold and glamorous, Queen Fan'er came out without moving her eyes, but she was actually very flustered.

The gazes from all around made her even more uncomfortable as if stabbing her back.

She really wanted to know how many people this recession had offended. . . .

Why doesn't anyone here look kindly at her.

Several people came to say hello to her, but Bai Ling smiled vaguely, she didn't know each other at all.

Fortunately, when she came, the opening ceremony was over, and tomorrow night's speech was also over, and the rest was eating, drinking and having fun.

When the waiter walked past her, Bai Ling took a glass of champagne.

I glanced around boredly, regretting coming over tonight.

On the other side, Ming Ye was sitting in the separate rest area specially set up for him at that time, his expression was cold, his eyes were dark, and he couldn't tell whether he was happy or angry.