Sheng Qianyu also quickly found Song Xi in the room, and the two turned away from each other without waiting for a match, completely unfamiliar.

Qi Cheng also completely ignored Qi Wei and Song Xi, and said directly to Qi Peihong: "Dad, this is Mayor Sheng's daughter."

Sheng Qianyu smiled, "Hello, Uncle Qi, we meet for the first time, and wish you a happy birthday."

Qi Peihong smiled and nodded, "Hello, thank you for coming to my birthday banquet. I am not very well, so I won't greet you personally. What do you need to tell Qi Cheng."

Sheng Qianyu nodded, and Qi Cheng asked someone to bring in a white jade peony table, saying it was given by Sheng Qianyu.

Qi Peihong smiled and said, "I'm very happy that you can come, and it will cost you money."

This was also addressed to Song Xi. Song Xi smiled and said, “Good paintings should be given to people who know how to paint. Good paintings are easy to find, but friends are hard to find. This painting can be considered a good destination in the hands of uncles.”

Li Keran's "Twilight Rhyme" has been handed over by many people. From six years to the present, it will be worth several million. It will not be cheaper than the white jade peony. The key is the artistic conception. The painting is compared with ordinary objects, and the taste is established. See the superior.

Song Xi didn't deliberately compare with Sheng Qianyu, but she didn't need to deliberately keep a low profile when she arrived here.

Sheng Qianyu said: "Peony has the meaning of being healthy and reborn. I hope Uncle Qi will recover soon."

He is not someone with a special identity, nor will he be brought alone to meet Qi Peihong. At this moment, Song Xi vaguely felt that what George Sheng said was right. Don’t look down upon Qi Cheng or underestimate Qi Wei, the birthday party. It is not friends from all walks of life that are invited to the banquet, but all forces. The protagonist may not be Qi Peihong, but may be the Qi family brothers who are involved in many contacts.

Song Xi didn't want to be in the same space with Sheng Qianyu, so she suggested not to disturb Qi Peihong early. Qi Wei took her out. On the way back to her original place, she saw many familiar faces, including the second generation and the third generation. Very particular, basically it is clear at a glance which are Qi Cheng's guests and which are Qi Wei's guests.

Song Xi and Qi Wei walked forward side by side. Many people on the road took the initiative to greet her, including the guests sitting on Qi Cheng's side. Everyone was very enthusiastic towards her. The enthusiasm was the same as before. As before, when Song Yuanqing was a vice-shi, Song Xi never lacked of fawning around. Later, Song Yuanqing lost power. Which are true friends and which are fake courtesies. The immediate results are immediate. I really responded to the sentence: Big ups and downs, see your friends clearly.

Now Song Yuanqing is still in prison, but everyone knows that Song Xi is behind George Sheng, and his life is better than before, so Men Keluoque instantly became a city.

This world has always been so realistic. You are in the upper position. Everyone is willing to hug the horse's head and look forward. When you fall, who knows who you are?

They played a fake with Song Xi, how could Song Xi have a real deal with them? Put a social smile on your face, talk and smile, forget it when you pass.

After socializing for a while, Song Xi finally sat down next to Gu Dongxu. He unscrewed a bottle of juice and handed it to her, and said in a low voice, "I see your face is almost stiff with laughter."

Song Xi took a sip, and also whispered back: "A few are ashamed to say hello to me."

The person who avoided Song Xi after the accident, now came back to catch up, Song Xi really couldn't bear it, and didn't want to give it a smile.

Gu Dongxu said, "If you want to start a little bit, how can you expect everyone to have a face?"

Song Xi was angry and wanted to laugh again, and said, "What have you experienced, can you say such a profound truth?"

Gu Dongxu sighed meaningfully, "I'm almost bent over for five buckets of rice now."

Song Xi knew that Gu Dongxu's life must not be very comfortable now. He used to be in the police station. Although the salary was low, the interpersonal relationship was simple and clear. Not to mention the black and white, at least he can stick to his beliefs. In the shopping malls, those who are buried under the interests of countless activities, he must either confront or obey, finding a balance in the middle is even more difficult.

The two people here whispered, and Sheng Qianyu came on the other side. On the same section of the road, many people stood up and greeted them, many of them the same group.

When Sheng Qianyu took her seat, Yu Jingyao immediately leaned in her ear to give a small report. So and so, who just spoke to Song Xi, Sheng Qianyu was calm on her face, but in fact she already had a grudge in her heart. She and Song Xi are doomed Keep one, as long as she thinks of who Song Xi is relying on to turn herself over now, she is so angry that she will be poisoned.

The birthday banquet went on normally. In the middle of the phone call from Han Chunmeng’s house, she went out to pick it up. After receiving it, she thought about going to the bathroom. As soon as she walked to the bathroom door, she heard a female voice faintly speaking from Song Xi.

The entire top floor of the hotel is covered, and today is only used for Qi Peihong’s birthday banquet. Everyone is in the hall at the moment. The bathroom is extremely quiet. Han Chunmeng stood at the door and heard the people inside say: "Of course it’s different, behind them. But George Sheng, can no one agree to it?"

Another said: "What the **** does George Sheng look like? I have never seen her in the night city for so many years."

A slightly familiar voice said: "I've seen him. He looks very handsome. It's just a bit scumbag. I used to have a good conversation with Qian Yu. Now I turned to Song Xi. What's the key point? Can Song Xi be compared with Qian Yu? It's not of the same grade, right?"

"Heh, maybe Song Xi excels in any way?"

"Which way? Bed|Kung Fu?"

At least three women inside were talking. After Han Chunmeng was sure he was not listening, he kicked open the door of the room. The bathroom doors of the hotel were made thick and solid. After this step, Han Chunmeng's toes were kicking pain. It was impossible for her to show such a predicament, and she appeared in front of a few people with a fierce face caught in the bed.

There were indeed three women standing opposite, they were looking in the mirror to apply makeup, one of whom Han Chunmeng knew was Yu Jingyao.

Several people obviously did not expect to be eavesdropped. Han Chunmeng came with Song Xi again, and his expression became awkward and ugly. After a few seconds of confrontation, Yu Jingyao took the lead and asked, "What are you doing?"

She made up her mind to die without admitting it, Han Chunmeng opened her mouth and replied: "What's the matter about opening your mouth and keeping your mouth shut from the bed? What's the matter, you guys have relevant work experience?"

The two unfamiliar faces were guilty of conscience, and Yu Jingyao's complexion flushed and she said, "What are you talking about?"

Han Chunmeng sneered, "Yeah, now you pretend to be deaf and dumb? How about chewing people's tongue behind your back? You dare to say it and admit it, what kind of bastard?"

The tortoises are to beautify them, Han Chunmeng said what was ugly.

One of the strange women said: "Don't spit people here, what did we say?"

Yu Jingyao frowned and said, "There is no surveillance here. If you don't have evidence, don't frame people indiscriminately."

Han Chunmeng looked at the three of them intently, without changing their expressions, and suddenly said: "You three, mom sells criticism."

The faces of the three of them became different at the same time, and they looked different, and Han Chunmeng provocatively said: "There is no monitoring here, what's wrong with you?"