Mrs. Di Shao is abusing the scum again

Chapter 272 I want to go back to China
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In the main hall of a villa of a wealthy family, a grand banquet is being held——

The arena was bustling with excitement, and under the illumination of the glazed lamps, the shadows of people intertwined.

A high-nosed, white-skinned Western man in formal attire held wine while chatting about business matters, taking the opportunity to win cooperation over and over again.

Western women in sexy evening gowns chat about their favorite topics.

The atmosphere is indescribably relaxed and cozy.

At this banquet, which was full of Westerners, there were a small number of Chinese with yellow skin and black eyes.

Among the very few Chinese people, there is a man in a black suit who exudes a cold aura that is very eye-catching.

Even if a man is sitting on the sofa, he can't discount his innate powerful aura.

The man has a face that can turn all living beings upside down, coupled with that full of abstinence,

Not only Chinese women are fascinated by it, but even Westerners with different aesthetics are also moved by it.

Di Shaojue was sitting on the sofa, drinking a dull wine, feeling a little irritable.

It was because the man was in a bad mood, and his gloomy face seemed to break out at any time,
So much so that the female guests present did not dare to move forward and could only watch from afar.

Di Shaojue took out his phone and flipped through the photo album.

Turn out the pictures captured during the video chat with Bai Qianchi before.

When he saw Bai Qianchi's bright little face, Di Shaojue couldn't control the longing in his heart anymore.

Put down the wine glass and stand up: "Pack up your things now, I want to go back to China."

"Ah?" Fei Yu was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly followed in the footsteps of Young Lord God:

"But Young Master Di, the banquet has just begun, and I have to meet Earl Harrington tomorrow morning, and tomorrow afternoon..."

Di Shaojue didn't turn his head, and said coldly: "Don't make me repeat it a second time."

"Yes!"

"Jeez, the banquet has already begun, where are you going?"

An oriental woman in a black sexy backless evening dress walked over quickly with the hem of her skirt in her hands, and stretched out her hand to grab the arm of the Young Master.

Young Master Di directly avoided, with disgust and impatience flashing in his eyes: "Miss Vanessa, please respect yourself."

"What's wrong?" Vanessa withdrew her hand, blinked her big eyes, and asked with a smile.

"Miss Vanessa, our Emperor is in a hurry..." Fei Yu had just opened his mouth when Vanessa interrupted him.

"I'm talking to you young masters, please, don't interrupt." Vanessa still had a sweet smile on her face.

It's just that these words always give people a sense of superiority.
Although I said "please" very politely, it still made people feel very uncomfortable.

Fei Yu was upset in his heart, as expected, their young wife was better.

"Jesus, dance with me." Vanessa held out her hand.

Di Shaojue had no expression on his face, and gave her a cold look.

In the end, he bypassed her directly and strode towards the gate of the banquet hall.

Seeing the back of the man leaving mercilessly, Vanessa clutched the hem of her skirt, her expression ugly.

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Bai Qianchi sat on the bed, took out his phone and checked the time.

It's already nine o'clock, and he hasn't made a video call with her today, is he too busy?

Bai Qianchi couldn't help dialing Di Shaojue's number, but the phone was turned off.

Tried a few times, it's always off.

In the end, he threw the phone aside, bent one leg, and looked at the empty room in a daze.

The mood is indescribably heavy and boring.

I always think of the scene with my mother in my mind.

I sat on the bed for an hour or two, but I still didn't feel sleepy at all.

Instead, as the night got darker, my mood got worse and worse.

　small theater--

　　Xiaoqianchi: Childish man, I took the initiative to call you, but you dare not answer.

　　Young Master Di: Wife, I was wronged. I was on the plane.

　　Xiaoqianchi: It doesn't matter where you are, anyway, don't expect me to call you in the future.

　　A certain man wants to cry but has no tears: Wife...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)