The wealthy and ugly, the president's bride

Chapter 30 Everyone in the upper class in T City knows that the eldest lady of the Zeng family is vicious

, Xue Jingrui's engagement banquet was held at Huangqi Hotel, a first-class hotel in the city.

As a giant in the city's real estate industry, celebrities from all walks of life in the city came to congratulate him one by one.

Among the rich and powerful, marriage is nothing more than a commercial marriage, either a strong alliance, or mutual benefit, neither of which is free love.

Of course, except for Mo Zhiqian and Zeng Huiyun.

In the banquet hall, celebrities and ladies from all walks of life walked through it with goblets, coming and going to greet each other politely, and some wanted to take this opportunity to curry favor with each other.

Zeng Li followed Mo Zhiqian into the banquet hall. Mo Zhiqian was dressed in a well-tailored black suit, and his two long legs were wrapped in black fabric, making him look even more slender.

Zeng Huiyun was wearing a small rose red dress, with no blanket on her legs, and small white leather shoes on her feet. Her long hair was loosely braided in a centipede braid behind her head. Taking advantage of her baby face, she looked a bit more ladylike. .

Zeng Li was dressed in a silver-gray floor-sweeping mermaid evening dress, with a simple round neck and long sleeves, not revealing, but the tight-fitting design clearly outlined her beautiful lines.

The chest and lower abdomen are densely dotted with broken diamonds, but the pair of long legs that appear and disappear under the translucent fabric are fatally sexy.

Zeng Li himself has that kind of immortal style that does not eat the fireworks of the world. Since he was "under house arrest" by Mo Zhiqian, he has become much cooler. Added a bit of coolness.

The appearance of the three of them attracted the attention of many people.

In T City, everyone in the upper class knows that the president of MO Group likes the second young lady of the Zeng family, but the one who marries her home is the young lady of the Zeng family. It is said...

The eldest daughter of the Zeng family had a vicious mind. On the day of her sister's wedding, she viciously pushed her down the stairs and got into the wedding car instead of her, just to marry this man in front of him who was enjoying tea in the business world of T City.

In the banquet hall, many people attended Mo Zhiqian's wedding, so they all "witnessed" the ins and outs of the matter.

Mo Zhiqian pushed the wheelchair and walked in front, Zeng Li followed beside him, with light makeup on his pale face, and long hair without any special decoration, casually hanging on the left side.

Chu Silu came over, holding a champagne glass in his hand, nodded to Zeng Li as a greeting, then ignored Zeng Huiyun in the wheelchair and greeted Mo Zhiqian.

"coming."

"Well," Mo Zhi nodded lightly, "When did big brother arrive?"

"I've been here for a while."

In the business community of T City, Mo Zhiqian, Chu Silu, and Xue Jingrui are well-known for their good relationship, known as the Iron Triangle.

Mo Zhiqian, the chief law officer of Chu Si, was two years old, so they honored him as the eldest brother, and Xue Jingrui was the youngest, so he was the third younger brother.

"Brother Silu, you seem to be more handsome than before." Zeng Huiyun took the initiative to find a topic to say hello to Chu Silu.

Chu Silu looked down at her, Cen Bo curved his lips, and said politely.

"You are more beautiful than before."

"Really? Brother Silu, don't lie to me." Zeng Huiyun exaggeratedly covered her face.

Chu Silu bent his lips again and said nothing.

If Mo Zhiqian was said to be cold, then the Chu Silu in front of him was even worse than him.

In the entertainment industry, this big dye tank company has signed many artists, but Chu Silu is famous for living in the flowers, not a single leaf touches his body, a 30-year-old man, no women around him, no gossip, and even many suspicions every day He has a problem with his sexual orientation.

　Ask for collection. . .

　　
　
(End of this chapter)