All-field Godly Wish System

Longhuangshan villa area has beautiful scenery and is really a treasure land of geomantic omen.

As the most upscale villa district in S City, there are only 18 villas in total, which can not be bought with money, and those who can live in are the real social high-level.

There is no doubt that villa No. 2 belongs to Liu family in Jiangnan district.

No. 1 villa lives Mr. Liu, while No. 2 villa belongs to Liu Muhan's mother and daughter.

Liu Muhan's villa decoration is elegant and indifferent, which is in line with the master's temperament. At the moment, many people have come to the huge living room.

In S City, Liu family relatives and some close friends have arrived. It is a family dinner to invite Yang Ling to dinner.

All the people who attended the family dinner were wearing expensive clothes and holding wine glasses to chat with the people around them. The atmosphere was very harmonious, but two people seemed to be out of place.

Yang Jianjun and Wang Yueju were picked up by Master Liu's housekeeper. As Yang Ling's parents, they are naturally entitled to attend such a banquet.

But both of them were ordinary people. When did they see such a scene? At first, Mr. Liu accompanied him and said a few words. It was ok, but the old man suddenly left, and they were restrained.

They are not sitting, standing is not, even eating some fruit on the table seems to be some dare not.

They are dressed up as ordinary people. Although the social leaders here know that they are Yang Ling's parents, no one comes up to talk to them.

From the eyes of these people, you can see the superiority from the bones, and the deep disdain.

Wang Yueju gently pulled a corner of Yang Jianjun and said, "his father, why hasn't Xiao Ling come?"

"Shall we go back?"

Yang Jianjun white her one eye way: "you know what, Xiaoling is tonight's leading role, certainly wants the final appearance."

"Let's be honest. Don't let Xiaoling lose face."

"Ah Good... "

Wang Yueju sighed, nodded and stopped talking.

At this time, a few ladies nearby seemed to hear their conversation and all of them laughed.

One of them, a lady in a red dress, came up and jokingly said, "you two, are you the parents of Yang Ling?"

"On an occasion like this tonight, don't you think it's impolite for you to be dressed in migrant workers' clothes?"

Another lady giggled and said, "sister Yuerong, don't say that. People can't afford a decent dress for a year's salary. You're embarrassing them!"

As soon as this speech came out, a group of noble ladies began to smile and attracted many people's eyes.

Yang Ling's parents blushed, but they were just ordinary people. In such an occasion, how dare you answer back?

Zhuang Yuerong, a lady in red, pretended to be a liar. She covered her mouth and said, "Oh, I forget that you are a low-income group."

"Well, I'll give you 50, 000 each. Why don't you go and buy some decent clothes?"

The ladies laughed again, and the contempt in their eyes almost overflowed.

One of the ladies sneered: "it's still the hero!"

"What's your son's kind of man qualified to be a hero?"

Someone immediately said, "that is, I heard that the man named Yang Ling can only play a little, ask for money without money, and his grades are poor. I don't know what the old man is thinking about. He even specially entertains such a person."