Chapter 31 We seem to have met before
Shen Nanxi was wearing a pearly white fishtail dress.

The material of white moonlight satin has a few natural folds hanging down from the waist, which move like floating light.

The halter neckline is decorated with a layer of light tulle on the chest, revealing the plump bust line.

The pearl necklace on the neck is full and round, which contrasts with the jade-white collarbone, making it noble and elegant.

Apart from this, there was no other decoration on her body.

Holding Wang Yuechuan's arm, she appeared in front of the cameras of major media, with charming peach blossom eyes and a gentle smile.

Soft light fell on her.

A sense of solemnity, sacredness, and inviolability blooms around her, like a goddess with compassion in her eyes in an oil painting, emitting pure holy light.

In contrast, Wang Yuechuan, who was always known as a "dragon among men", looked dull and dim.

At the last wine tasting event, Wang Yuechuan was very low-key and only took his seat after the banquet began.

This time, it was his first time to appear in public after returning to Hong Kong.

This caused the media to rush to ask questions.

"Mr. Wang, what was the reason for you to go abroad in a low-key manner a year ago?"

"There are rumors that Mr. Wang is seriously ill. Is this related to your return to Hong Kong?"

"Mr. Wang, your female companion today is so pretty, is she your girlfriend?"

"Mr. Wang..."

"Mr. Wang..."

Facing the flash lights, Wang Yuechuan looked calm and said, "Everyone, I am not the protagonist tonight. If you have any questions, please ask next time."

The media refused to let it go and continued to ask questions with microphones in hand.

"Mr. Wang..."

Halfway through his words, two tall figures appeared behind Wang Yuechuan.

When the media saw the person coming, they all ran over without paying any attention to Wang Yuechuan.

"Mr. Xie..."

"Mr. Xie..."

The flashes behind him came one after another, so bright that Wang Yuechuan's eyes were flickering.

He turned his head to look at Shen Nanxi: "Let's go."

Shen Nanxi: "Okay."

He glanced back.

Xie Jingwei has fair skin, so black looks best on him, making his facial features look like a demon, and his handsomeness is distinct.

Today, he was wearing all white.

Even though he has restrained his evil edge, he still makes people around him infatuated.

Bathed in the flash lights, every frown and smile is filled with a dazzling luster that is unparalleled in luxury.

Truly, a man born to be in the spotlight.

The location of the banquet hall is very particular and is arranged according to the status of the guests attending the banquet.

Xie Jingwei and Wang Yuechuan are of the same generation and have the same status. Not only do they sit at the same table, but their seats are also next to each other.

Xie Jingwei's female companion is naturally Kang Ruimin.

As soon as Kang Ruimin sat down, she saw Shen Nanxi next to Wang Yuechuan, her eyebrows raised, and she stared at her straight.

Shen Nanxi glanced at her. Even with makeup on, her face was still swollen and the left side of her face was higher than the right side.

Ge Weiwei learned free fighting, and her attacks were fast and fierce. It seemed that Kang Ruimin was beaten badly by her.

Shen Nanxi felt a little distressed.

Ji Yuan is also at this table
Before I got close, I saw a strong smell of gunpowder rising into the sky, making the lights black and making the people under the lights covered with a layer of unpleasant gloom.

He didn't want to get close.

After hesitating for a long time, he was still in a mood to watch the fun and took over his reason. He sat next to Xie Jingwei with a joking tone and whispered, "That kid is trying to steal your wife."

Xie Jingwei curled his lips, lit a cigarette, and didn't bother to pay attention to him.

The banquet process was very boring. It consisted of nothing more than the chairman's speech, new members taking the stage, and social welfare representatives taking a group photo with all the members of the Mandarin Club.

Shen Nanxi was too lazy to watch this kind of hypocritical scene and concentrated on eating the food in the bowl.

The female companion that Ji Yuan brought was an artist from Shen Nanxi's company, named Song Qiao, who was from the mainland.

She has a baby face and when she smiles, there is a small dimple at the corner of her mouth, which is very cute.

She filmed two light family comedies in mainland China and became quite famous, earning her the title of "national sister".

Song Qiao sat next to Shen Nanxi, picked up a shrimp for her, and called her affectionately, "Sister Nanxi."

Shen Nanxi smiled slightly, looking at the shrimp in the bowl, feeling a little distressed. She loved eating shrimp, but she was allergic to the shrimp skin. If she touched it, she would get rashes all over her body. The shrimp was blanched without peeling the shell, which was a bit embarrassing for her.

Song Qiao was watching from the side, and the look in his eyes was just like that of a corporate slave flattering his boss and eagerly expecting the boss to enjoy his offer.

She had no choice but to pick up the knife and fork.

Use a fork to hold the shrimp body in place, use a knife to cut open the shrimp shell, and peel the shrimp in a very awkward way.

"Hypocritical!"

Two seats away, Kang Ruimin rolled her eyes and complained.

Shen Nanxi never liked to argue with her, so she lowered her head and concentrated on processing the shrimp shells.

Song Qiao glanced at Kang Ruimin and wanted to protect her boss, but Sister Kang was a big shot and she couldn't afford to offend her. She silently picked up a shrimp and imitated Shen Nanxi, peeling the shrimp with a knife and fork.

If one person is being pretentious, then it probably won't be so pretentious if two people are together.

Kang Ruimin: “…”

Birds of a feather flock together!

After peeling the shrimp, Shen Nanxi checked the shrimp shells and made sure the white and tender shrimp meat was clean before putting it into her mouth.

The taste is good, fresh, sweet, tender and the meat is firm.

Just swallow it.

A shelled shrimp was handed to her.

The shrimp meat was not processed very well, the surface was bumpy, and the shrimp shell seemed to be embedded inside, with a few flashes of light flowing through it.

"Sister Nanxi, this is for you."

Song Qiao said as he put the shrimp into her bowl and looked at her with the eyes of a corporate slave.

Shen Nanxi: "..."

Qiao Qiao, could you please stop flattering me?

Shen Nanxi tried hard to keep smiling, picked up the shrimp and wanted to return it to Song Qiao, but before she could move, her elbow was hit and felt a little numb. She lost her strength for a moment, and the chopsticks and shrimp flew out.

Hit a plate of abalone and flower mushrooms.

The soup splashed out and almost splashed onto her skirt.

"Sorry."

The instigator apologized with a smile, then sat back next to Kang Ruimin with a cigarette in his mouth.

"It's ok."

Shen Nanxi calmly took back the chopsticks.

Song Qiao stared at the shrimp in the abalone.

Kang Ruimin smiled with her lips pursed.

Ji Yuan raised his eyebrows.

Wang Yuechuan called the waiter, cleaned up the abalone, flower mushrooms and the mess on the table, and replaced a new set of bowls and chopsticks for Shen Nanxi.

Eating continues.

Seeing that Song Qiao was about to pick up some shrimp for her again, Shen Nanxi reached out, turned the turntable, and took the initiative to add more food for her before Song Qiao put down her chopsticks.

Song Qiao was flattered, and her pair of black grape-like eyes sparkled.

After the main course, dessert was served.

Banquets are essentially for socializing.

Everyone had almost finished eating and started chatting.

They are just some empty words of commercial flattery, just listen to them and forget about it.

Until a slightly bald young talent brought the topic to Shen Nanxi.

He had a pair of cunning eyes. He glanced at Shen Nanxi's face, revealing a shrewd look, "Miss Shen, I think we have met before."

Xie Jingwei and Wang Yuechuan looked over at the same time.

It turned out to be the second generation descendant of the Yao family who was kicked out of the position of heir.

He is fat and loves to pursue beautiful women.

He changes girlfriends more frequently than he changes clothes.

Shen Nanxi also looked at him.

I was somewhat impressed, but not much, so I smiled politely: "Really?"

Yao Yuanchang smiled until his eyes became slits: "We drank together on the cruise ship, don't you remember?"

(End of this chapter)