xxx hotel, the scene of business gatherings.

Outside the door and in the underground garage, there were a lot of sneaky-looking reporters.

Security here is strict. They can't go in without being invited, and can only be anxious outside.

"I heard that Qi Linqing is also here this time," said the man in the peaked cap.

"Damn!" The other short man suddenly broke his sorrow, "I knew he was coming, I would have to get an introduction anyway."

Anyone with a discerning eye knows how popular Qi Linqing is now.

If you can get his exclusive news, it is equivalent to a hot search preview.

Peaked cap: "Give up, they and us are not in the same world."

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The door was full of luxury cars, and the security guards were busy backing into the warehouse.

The dinner party contracted an entire floor of the hotel, magnificent and brightly lit.

Champagne glasses are piled into tall towers, and exquisite buffet desserts and meals are piled up like a mountain.

Waiters in suits are holding soft drinks during the shuttle.

People gathered in twos and threes to chat and laugh together.

When Fu Hanri walked in, he was surrounded by a group of directors.

"Emperor Fu, do you have any schedule for next year?"

"Add a contact information, there is a chance to cooperate next time..."

Fu Hanri answered a few perfunctorily, and took a sip from the wine glass next to him.

The friend saw Fu Hanri, walked up to him, raised his eyebrows with interest:

"I remember you spit out this party last year, and you said you wouldn't come again in the future."

Fu Hanri was noncommittal, picked up half of the pizza, and said as he ate, "I'll eat and drink for free, and I won't suffer."

Of course, friends know that Fu Hanri is joking.

With the other party's worth, how can you care about a meal?

"Qi Lele is here today too, don't you think about getting back together with him?" The friend winked.

Fu Hanri coldly said, "Don't mention him, bad luck."

Friend: "...?"

As soon as Fu Hanri turned his face, he inadvertently met Qi Lele.

"you-"

"roll."

Fu Hanri said coldly. He was really tired of the other party's entanglement.

Qi Le was so angry that he didn't open his face, thinking about who is rare.

At this moment, there was a sudden commotion among the crowd not far away.

Fu Hanri raised his head subconsciously.

When he saw the two men walking side by side, there was a subtle tingling in his heart.

The surrounding response was enthusiastic.

Many people approached them, and the stars surrounded them like a moon.

For a while, the young couple who had just entered the venue became a social center.

As an Internet celebrity brother, Zhong Chen started his own company, so he has a lot of right to speak in the circle.

It is understandable that everyone wants to establish a personal relationship with him.

But the strange thing is that everyone is obviously more enthusiastic about Qi Linqing and praises constantly.

Perhaps it is because his identity is different here, which makes him stand out.

Compared with the stars and directors around him, Qi Linqing is an artist.

Upon seeing this, the friend sighed, "In these days, cultural people are respected wherever they go."

Fu Hanri was slightly startled, and couldn't help but think of his father.

He has been in business all his life, and he is so arty and loves buying antiques.

If my father were here, I would definitely like Qi Linqing very much.

The friend noticed his gaze and said: "I remember you said before that you want to marry the Qi family, why didn't you get married?"

Fu Hanri's face was expressionless, "I and Qi Lele are over. Qi Linqing is boring to me again, can I marry Qi's eldest brother Qi Yingjun?"

Although he didn't want to admit it, Qi Yingjun was indeed his former rival in love.

Even if he is too few to die, he will never develop with this person.

Friend: "It seems... not impossible."

Fu Hanri coldly snorted: "Don't worry, I don't have a cold with stupid bears. Even if he is the only man left in the world, I won't have anything to do with him."

Friend: "???"

Stupid bear, perverted.

Is it really good to describe the president of the Qi Group like this?

Qi family.

Qi Yingjun, who was dealing with official duties in the study, sneezed abruptly.

"Hey, who is thinking of me?" He sniffed hard.

The banquet was staggered.

Fu Wen finally squeezed through the crowd, raised his glass to Qi Linqing, and smiled: "You are so popular."

"Where." Qi Linqing pulled the corner of his mouth.

He is probably used to the neglected weeds. In fact, he is still a little uncomfortable with this life that has become the focus of the crowd.

Fortunately, those who had just surrounded him are now going elsewhere.

"I'm a little bored." Qi Linqing raised his hand and loosened his tie.

Fu Wen suggested: "Then shall we blow the air on the balcony? Discuss the architectural drawings."

Qi Linqing nodded, then turned to take a look.

Zhong Chen was holding desserts in his left hand and was discussing with a few wealthy investors.

He excitedly talked about what he was good at in his field.

Qi Linqing paused for a few seconds, then walked closer: "I and Fu Wen will go down to the balcony to let the wind out."

"It's okay, you go." Zhong Chen grabbed a piece of pineapple fried rice from the side and stuffed it into his hand, saying, "By the way, eat something."

"thanks."

Qi Linqing took this warm fried rice and Fu Wen went to the balcony.

Fu Wen was a little envious.

But I can't tell where it is.

He lay on the balcony railing, fumbled for a cigarette from his pocket and lit it.

He sighed deeply.

Qi Linqing only noticed that Fu Wen was still wearing flip-flops underneath Fu Wen's suit pants.

Obviously, the banquet declined to be disheveled, and I don't know how the security let him in.

Fu Wen: "Have you received the bank transfer I gave you?"

Qi Linqing did receive a large transfer some time ago.

He was still wondering who transferred it.

"Why are you making money for me?"

Fu Wen grinned, "Because the design drawings you gave are awesome, this is reward."

"The film and television base has begun to be built?" Qi Linqing asked, taking a spoonful of pineapple rice.

Fu Wen nodded, "Well, it is conservatively estimated that the construction will be completed in the next year, and I will have to trouble you to go to the field with me a few times."

Qi Linqing: "Okay."

Fu Wen remembered seeing posts on the Internet that speculated on the other's future career.

Probably because Qi Linqing was still young, netizens were discussing passionately as if they were raising sons.

"I think you can become an architect even if you don't enter the entertainment industry or become a Chinese painter in the future." He couldn't help feeling.

Qi Linqing smiled and said, "Forget it, I am not a professional."

Fu Wen: I suspect that you are in Versailles but I have no evidence.

On the other side, indoors.

Qi Lele wandered in the crowd holding a wine glass.

He observes the opposite person from time to time, waiting for the opportunity to talk to Zhong Chen.

"Why does he still have a face?"

"He is no longer qualified to participate in the party because of his coffee position..."

Occasionally, similar words will float in my ears.

Qi Lele blushed when he noticed the strange gazes around him.

How realistic this circle is, he has finally experienced it firsthand now.

He gritted his teeth secretly with hatred, but he was helpless.

Qi Lele thought to herself that he must maintain concentration.

I now have more important things to do.

After a long while.

Qi Lele stared at the back of Qi Linqing's departure, raised his head and drank the rest of the wine in the glass.

He strode forward, squeezed past the investors and said "sorry", looked directly at Zhong Chen and said, "Can I talk to you?"

Zhong Chen casually said, "Well, what do you say."

"Can I go to a quieter place..."

Qi Lele's heart beat quickly.

He looked at Zhong Chen's face at close range, only to realize that the other party had a face that was no less than that of Fu Hanri.

And don't have a charm.

He heard that Zhong Chen is now successful in his career, earning hundreds of millions of dollars in value.

Qi Lele felt regretful in her heart. He once gave up such an excellent stock with ease.

Knowing this long ago, he had treated Zhong Chen better.

Upon seeing this, several investors had already consciously retreated to the side.

Zhong Chen glanced at Qi Lele, wondering what medicine was sold in this kid gourd.

He stepped to the corner and said impatiently: "If you have something to say, you can let it go."

Qi Lele was a little aggrieved inexplicably.

"You never used to speak to me in this tone..."

Zhong Chen: "It used to be before, now is now."

Qi Lele twisted the corners of his clothes, looked at the person in front of him, and whispered:

"Then now, do you still like me a little bit?"

Zhong Chen just wanted to speak.

Qi Lele also added first: "I didn't want to disturb you and Qi Linqing apart, I just want to ask."

Zhong Chen: "No."

Qi Lele didn't seem to believe it, and then asked, "Nothing at all?"

Zhong Chen was full of black lines, "Go away."

The person who likes Qi Lele is the licking dog male partner used to walk the plot in the original book, and he has nothing to do with him.

Qi Lele was frustrated by thunder, and staggered back two steps.

Driven by his strong self-esteem, he turned and ran away.

Tears couldn't help falling while running.

Why?

He once wanted everyone to like him, and made great efforts for it.

But now it’s not as good as Qi Linqing who has done nothing...

This is not destined to be an ordinary night.

Most people are busy socializing like butterflies and flowers, and they have successfully reached agreements for commercial purposes.

Sun Yinghou and a few female friends in the circle secretly clashed with excitement.

"Look!"

"They're so sweet."

Sun Yinghou felt that this trip was worthwhile, and said: "It feels so cool to hit CP at the scene."

Han Yuegen, who was sitting next to him, immediately stood up and said: "Sister Sun, I told you that this is nothing. I have experienced more excitement."

"Oh?" Sun Yinghou looked at him with interest, "Don't tell me you have watched the live broadcast under their bed."

"It's not."

Speaking of this, Han Yuegen is still very proud.

It's him! In one hand, the pair of cp red lines, which became popular on the whole network, were held in one hand.

"I used to be a tool man who matched Qi Linqing and Zhong Chen." He straightened his chest confidently.

Sun Yinghou: "Haha, Xiao Han, you are really joking."

Han Yuegen emphasized: "I'm not kidding!"

However, no one believed it.

Sun Yinghou reveled in her own small world: "Their sweet love doesn't need a tool person at all."

Han Yuegen: "..."

Go crazy, this is.

"Do you believe in the past and this life?" The bald old man on the roadside said unpredictable.

Zhong Chen said without hesitation: "Believe!"

Qi Linqing didn't say a word.

Old man: "If I'm not wrong, you two are destined in a previous life."

When Zhong Chen and Qi Linqing heard this, Gu Shi was taken aback.

"Come on, let's calculate our fate in this life..." Zhong Chen said as he paid for it.

The old man glanced at the thick stack of banknotes in his hand and rolled his eyes.

"You guys in this life, it must be a hundred years of marriage together..."

The old man's lung capacity is excellent, and he reports a series of words without panting.

"Say a few more words."

Zhong Chen was happy and slapped the money on the wooden table.

Qi Linqing frowned slightly, thinking that this young master could not live his life too much.

Diligence and thrift is a Chinese virtue. What kind of family can withstand such spending.

The old man's mouth immediately turned into a machine gun, and he sprayed out.

I have to say that he does have some real ability, so many words are not duplicated.

Just when Zhong Chen was about to impulsively spend his second mental consumption, Qi Linqing sternly stopped and said, "You have to be enough."

Zhong Chen turned his head and looked over.

Hei You's eyes are like leaf petals wet in the rainy night, wet.

Qi Linqing felt softened almost immediately.

He wanted to say that the old man was obviously lying.

But when the words came to the lips, they turned into: "We should firmly believe in Marxism."

Zhong Chen sighed, "Then don't you believe that we have fate in our previous lives?"

Qi Linqing hesitated.

In his opinion, this old man is just a blind cat and a dead mouse, and he has no real ability at all.

But-it is true.

"I believe it," he said.