The Ghost King and the Demon Queen

Suddenly, the lights in the venue went out, leaving only the lights on the stage.

A hale and hearty old man slowly appeared in the eyes of everyone with his granddaughter on his arm, and the venue was suddenly quiet.

The old man of the Feng family is the founding father of the Huaxia Kingdom, with countless meritorious deeds, he no longer participates in politics after retirement, and travels around the world with his beloved wife, but his prestige is still there.

Next to the old man is Princess Zhengzheng of the Feng family, who made her official appearance for the first time, and her silhouette amazed everyone's eyes, even though she was only dressed in purple gauze and black trousers, and her long brown curly hair was inherited from her mother. The eyes are bottomless, like ink that cannot be melted, and the lips are like blood, cold and charming.

The only accessory on her body is the watch on her wrist. No amount of fancy clothes can set off her beauty. Every gesture is extremely elegant, incomparably noble, with a mysterious and introverted aura.

The guests in the audience hadn't recovered from their senses for a long time. Many people had guessed what Miss Feng's family looked like, but they never expected such a big contrast.

Seeing the shock of the guests, Mrs. Feng and Mrs. Feng looked proud. Her granddaughter (daughter) is unmatched.

As the head of the house, Feng Jin picked up the microphone and walked to the front of the stage.

"Welcome all the guests to attend my father's [-]th birthday. I would like to wish my father and his family good fortune like the East China Sea and a longer life than Nanshan. On behalf of the Feng family, I would like to thank all the guests for their kindness. I wish all the guests all the best and good health."

Feng Jin is only fifty years old, but he looks extremely young. As his name suggests, he exudes the elegance of an oriental man, without losing his wisdom and majesty, and he can even see his youthful beauty.

After Feng Jin finished speaking, he handed the microphone to his father, Mr. Feng.

"Welcome everyone to attend my birthday banquet. I am already 80 years old. I have nothing to say when I am old. The main thing today is to introduce my granddaughter, Qingcheng." Mr. Feng was full of air. Hide pride.

Feng Qingcheng just glanced at the audience indifferently, his eyes stayed in the dark corner for a moment, his eyes met each other, but he withdrew his eyes only for a moment.

"Qingcheng has been abroad, and it's rare to come back today. It's time to meet uncles and young talents. I'll stop here. I hope you all have a good time tonight." Old Man Feng laughed loudly.

There was thunderous applause from the audience, the lights in the venue were turned on, the violinist and pianist began to play music, and couples of men and women stepped onto the dance floor.

In the dark corner, his breathing stagnated, and his eyes followed her figure all the time, it was her, it was her...

The scene off the stage was a bit chaotic. She was hidden in the crowd under the lights, her eyebrows were slightly frowned, and she seemed a little impatient.

"Miss Feng, can I invite you to dance?"

"Miss Feng, nice to meet you, I am the general manager of Xinhong Group..."

"Miss Feng, hello, I just came back from abroad..."

Old Master Feng smiled from ear to ear, and he knew that once Qingcheng appeared on stage, it would definitely cause a sensation.

Feng Qingcheng was expressionless and didn't say a word, but to her every sound was: Miss Crazy.

"Qingcheng, can I invite you to a dance?" Seeing that she was surrounded, Feng Xiran stretched out his hand to invite her in a very gentlemanly way, and helped her out of the siege.

"Sorry." Her voice was soft enough for him to hear.

"It doesn't matter." Feng Xiran's expression was gloomy, and he withdrew his hand in embarrassment.