Arrogant Uncle, don't be shy

It turned out that although it was definitely not noisy, the banquet hall, which was still a lot of laughter, became much quieter because of Mr. fields's appearance, and everyone became restrained and polite for fear of doing anything to offend the big man.

Mr. fields, who was in a bad mood because of the strawberry mousse, asked Ling Chen with some dissatisfaction: "am I terrible? Why do they dare to speak when you are here? No one speaks when I come? "

Ling Chen said with a teasing tone: "of course, because you are the patriarch of the firs family and the power holder of the most famous Red Valley company."

Mr. fields turned his mouth down like a angry child: "aren't you also the chairman and President of mountain?"

Ling Chen smiled when he heard the speech. On his always cold face, he finally had a little lively breath when facing Mr. fields, who thought he was an elder: "but they don't know, do they?"

Ling Chen said so, Mr. fields had no way to take him.

To tell the truth, at the beginning, he thought it was a little conservative for the young man to say nothing. However, when you think about it carefully, you can understand that the reason why Ling Chen can still have this kind of rich and carefree life with Zhang Xiaoxiao without worrying about being chased by various media or unscrupulous people is largely because of Ling Chen's low-key.

He has a career and wealth beyond the reach of countless peers in the world, but he wisely retains his ordinary happiness. Mr. fields asked himself that if he had made such a career at Ling Chen's age, he might not be able to make such a choice at all.

Because as long as people have desire and vanity, they give up the glory of standing at the top of the world and making everyone worship like an emperor for the sake of a feeling and protecting a woman's safety. This is really not what ordinary men can do.

The more you think, the more convinced you are, but the more you think, the more unconvinced you are. Mr. fields finally just stared at Ling Chen unhappily. Ling Chen felt very innocent.

It's rare to see Mr. fields. Zhang Xiaoxiao took the opportunity to say hello to Mr. fields with Cheng Tianqi. Except that Marianne, who had had the opportunity to meet Mr. fields in New York before, was calm, all the others turned red with excitement.

Even Cheng Tianqi, who always seemed to see the president without much change, couldn't help straightening his back when talking to Mr. fields. It was a wonderful experience for chengtianqi, which was unimaginable before, but no one knew that it was also a wonderful experience for Mr. fields, which he never thought he would get.

Rich grew up with him, but he entered a rebellious period just when he was sensible, and his rebellious period was so long that until now, Mr. fields has never tasted the experience introduced by his son to his good friend. Now I say hello to Zhang Xiaoxiao's friends and thank them for their usual care for his daughter. It strangely satisfies Mr. fields's missing part of his father's experience and makes him very happy.

At the end of the banquet, Zhang Xiaoxiao said to Ling Chen, "uncle, I'll make up first."

Ling Chen let go and asked her: "remember to come back as soon as possible."

Zhang Xiaoxiao nodded and walked alone towards the dressing room. After the banquet, there will be many reporters and media outside. If you don't make up carefully, you don't know what demons and ghosts you will be treated as under those high-power lenses.

Zhang Xiaoxiao thought so and pushed open the door of the dressing room.

She was not the only one who came here to make up. Many ladies in the fashion circle knew how terrible the long guns and cannons held by the reporters outside were. Everyone wanted to cover a small pore on their face.

Women were gossiping about something. The moment Zhang Xiaoxiao pushed the door, the dressing room was quiet for a second, and soon everyone put on a smile. Almost everyone took the initiative to say hello to her, and some couldn't help but get close to her.

Zhang Xiaoxiao knows that these people are like this because of Mr. fields. She doesn't need to be too warm and friendly to these people, because that will make them look down on themselves. Therefore, she has a simple and impeccable smile on her face. She simply says hello to anyone and doesn't talk to them much.

This attitude immediately let others know what Zhang Xiaoxiao didn't want to say to them. At the beginning of the party, they would feel that the Oriental woman who was recognized as the daughter of Mr. fields was too arrogant. However, now they only think it is very normal. Therefore, everyone left the dressing room wisely and took the initiative to give up the space to Zhang Xiaoxiao.

After the flattering strangers left, Zhang Xiaoxiao sat in the chair in front of the dressing table and sighed a little tired. In fact, she didn't want life to be like this. It's enough as long as she doesn't lack money, worry about what to eat and where to live tomorrow, and then can do what she wants to do, but now she gradually finds that her life seems to deviate from the original setting.

"Forget it, there's nothing wrong with that." Zhang Xiaoxiao said this to himself and began to make up in the mirror.

"Dong! Dong! Dong! "

The sudden sudden impact of the crash made Zhang Xiaoxiao take what he saw with her Eyeliner's hands, a moment of trembling eye and tail. She began to look for the source of the voice in the room without seeing anything.

Zhang Xiaoxiao, who thought he had heard wrong, had to sit back and take out the cotton pad to remove the eye makeup and turn it again. However, the next second "Dong! Dong! Dong! " It was three regular slight impacts that came into her eardrum. Zhang Xiaoxiao was a little frightened and stood up numbly.

"Who is it?"

In the empty dressing room, Zhang Xiaoxiao's voice was very clear, and no one answered.

Goose bumps and uncomfortable coldness quickly wrapped Zhang Xiaoxiao's whole body along her skin. All kinds of supernatural novels and horror films she had seen before rushed into her mind at this time, challenging Zhang Xiaoxiao's bottom line. She really couldn't stay. She picked up her handbag and was about to leave the dressing room.

"Help me! Help me! "

The faint cry for help like ghost film audio processing knocked on Zhang Xiaoxiao's eardrum and made her shiver.