At 6 o’clock the next evening, several private cars parked downstairs in the Shengtian Hotel. The driver opened the rear door and Song Xi, wearing a MiuMiu light green diamond-encrusted suspender dress, stepped out from the inside, even though there was fur on the outside. The weather can be more than 20 degrees below zero, and the whole person is like an ice cellar in the depths.

Song Xi stepped up the steps, and a female voice came from behind: "Song Xi?"

Turning to see, two young women stood side by side behind them, one with his arms and the other with his thighs. They were all familiar faces. The elders served in the municipal government.

Song Xi greeted them, and the three of them walked into the lobby together and took the elevator to the top floor. One of them couldn't wait to inquire about Song Xi's current situation. Song Xi smiled and replied, "I'm okay."

"Where do you live now? If you are close, we will come out to play again and ask you to have tea together."

Song Xi replied without changing her face: "I live with my boyfriend."

The two people nearby were very surprised, and asked one after another: "Did you have a boyfriend? Who? Are we locals?"

Song Xi replied: "Local people, not in the circle, you don't know them."

"What are you doing? You talk about your name, maybe we know each other."

Song Xi smiled: "Ordinary businessman."

She just didn't say it, the other person's eyes inevitably showed disdain after looking at it. It stands to reason that she had a good boyfriend. Who would hide it? Song Xi mouthed an ordinary person, fearing that it was not so ordinary that no one would know her name.

Song Xi naturally knew what they were thinking. Fortunately, she was used to seeing them this year, and more blatantly than them abound. If it's not too much, she usually pretends not to see.

The elevator opens on the top floor. Today's party directly covers the largest banquet hall of the hotel. There is a special person in front of the hall to verify the identity of the people present. Song Xi walked in after signing in and quickly attracted everyone's attention.

When Song Xi attended the party last year, Song Yuanqing was still fine. Everyone greeted her with smiles. Although it has been a year since Song Yuanqing was imprisoned this year, the appearance of Song Xi still inevitably caused a commotion among the crowd.

There are some people who have fallen into the ground, but there are also some who come here to greet her and chat with her sincerely. Among them are the children of Song Yuanqing’s friends. Most of their parents adhered to the principle of protecting themselves when Song Yuanqing had an accident. That was Song Xi’s first time. I personally tasted how it feels to fly in a disaster.

Song Xi is uncomfortable with their parents, but the officialdom is unpredictable. Everyone has different positions. You can disagree and understand. Moreover, their sons and daughters don’t feel sorry for Song Xi at all, so Song Xi will not feel unhappy. Response.

This group of people tacitly avoided Song Yuanqing's things, only as if it hadn't happened, and everyone hadn't seen it for a long time.

However, there will always be friends who don't open their eyes. Song Xi is talking to people well, and a sentence is heard behind him: "Song Xi, is it really you?"

Including Song Xi, a circle of people around him heard about the reputation, and saw the first person wearing a long yellow dress with chocolate curly hair and holding a champagne glass in his hand. Song Xi shook it for two seconds before recognizing it. It was a long time. The unseen Jiang Jiayi.

Their gatherings in this circle are not limited to the children of Yecheng officials. Anyone from all parts of the country who has the ability or has the opportunity to come can come in, which can be regarded as a small ‘summit’.

Behind Jiang Jiayi are the children of Haicheng administrators. When they meet, no matter whether they are sincere or honest, they must nod and smile at each other.

Song Xi looked at Jiang Jiayi without saying a word. Jiang Jiayi came to her, smiled and said, "I thought you won't be here this year."

With a polite but obviously not welcoming smile on Song Xi's face, she replied aloud, "Come and see friends."

Jiang Jiayi asked in public: "How is Uncle Song?"

Song Xi thought that when he was at Qiao’s house, Jiang Jiayi always angered her with Song Yuanqing. The old account was unclear, but today he added new enemies. Song Xi secretly annoyed, with red lips open, and said calmly: It used to be good."

Jiang Jiayi said: "That's good, I'm afraid that if something like this happens, Uncle Song will not think about it."

The people around were all looking different and obviously embarrassed, but they couldn't walk away, so they could only stand still.

Song Xi smiled and replied: "I'm not in his position to do nothing. My dad reads books and drinks tea. He has a good mentality. He always persuaded me not to get angry with those who see the wind and make the rudder come to nothing. After all, This kind of talent loves to play tricks and can't think about it."

None of the people present were fools. Song Xi's words were equivalent to damaging Jiang Jiayi to his face. Jiang Jiayi's expression changed on the spot, and the smell of gunpowder in the air became stronger and it was on the verge.

Fortunately, there was a commotion at the door. Everyone looked up and Song Xi also glanced at him. He was a young man in a gray trench coat and a **** white sweater inside. He couldn't tell whether he was in his twenties or his thirties. He was tall. At about one meter eight, he is not stunning, and he is a strange face. People who can appear here are definitely not ordinary people.

Sure enough, someone next to him lowered his voice and said, "Sheng Chenzhou, the secretary of the Secretary of Industry and Commerce who has just been in office for two months."

Someone asked: "The last name is Sheng? Does it have anything to do with Mayor Sheng?"

"It's Mayor Sheng's nephew."

Since ancient times, the emperor and the courtier, now Yecheng has changed to a new mayor. Everything is seen as Sheng Zhengrong. This is the first time that the Sheng family has sent people to this kind of occasion. It can be seen that Sheng Chenzhou is the'imperial minister', regardless of the night. The city is still the second generation of officials from other places, and there is no reason not to come forward to say hello.

Even Jiang Jiayi put aside his grievances with Song Xi for the time being, and walked forward to show a greeting.

I'm afraid that the only person who didn't go to greet Sheng Chenzhou in the whole place was Song Xi. The pride in Song Xi's bones did not allow her to bow to the Sheng family. If there is nothing wrong with Song Yuanqing, he can basically be sure that he is the new mayor. Asking her to say hello to Sheng Zhengrong's nephew, even if she didn't think about it, other people would poke her spine in the back, and belittle Song Yuanqing.

The purpose of her coming today is to prove that she is doing well and to silence the gloaters; secondly, George Sheng will not be able to stop contact with the officials of Night City in the future. She has such conditions, why not?

But the Sheng family, forget it.

Song Xi stood alone at the dining table, as if isolated from the hustle and bustle. Those things that once belonged to her now belong to others. She is not without loss, but it is more of the feeling after seeing through, those people holding Sheng Chen Boat? It's not.

Is it Sheng Zhengrong? Actually not.

Is right.

Whoever is in power should be held by the stars around him. This is particularly ridiculous and hypocritical in the eyes of ordinary people, which is especially obvious in this circle.

Song Xi was fortunate that he was born in this circle, but he didn't regard this circle as the whole life. Otherwise, not everyone can bear the feeling of falling from the top of the mountain.