The male god pretends to be deep, 100 misses

Chapter 185 194: Name rectification [5]

After a short thought, she still compromised, turned her head to look at the street view outside the window, her tone was a little displeased, but she still straightened her posture: "I see, when I hand it over to Grandpa, I will be with you."

"In this way, even if two gifts are given by the husband and wife together, no one will have so many opinions."

Jun Xiao didn't answer, just drove the car quietly.

When the car passed an intersection and stopped at a red light, Jun Xiao stared straight ahead with a very calm tone.

"I don't have any gifts."

In a word, Song Manxi's attention was drawn back from the scenery outside the window. Although he was used to his temper, and his car didn't feel as oppressive as before, he still had some doubts.

She looked sideways at his side face, the morning sun hit his eyelids, making it impossible for her to see the eyes in his pupils.

In fact, his original intention was: I already knew that you would prepare by yourself, and I must be thinking of drawing a line with me, but I still selfishly want to prove to everyone that you are my wife.At the very least, this is another chance to be aboveboard, to let your name and mine appear in the eyes of everyone at the same time.

But he didn't say it, and wouldn't say it.

People who love so deeply will not and dare not express their love easily.

Changed his words to an indifferent attitude: "I don't have the habit of giving gifts."

"I know, so it's just right, I'm ready."

The relationship between Grandpa Jun and Brother Jun Xiao has never been very good. Except for some necessary occasions, even when eating, they sometimes have cold eyebrows.

Not to mention things like preparing gifts.

"However, if you also prepare, Grandpa Jun will definitely be very happy, but we are together, so there is not much difference."

We are in this together.

When these words came out of her mouth, they were more sensational.

Jun Xiao listened to her words, touched his cheek with his tongue, nodded, his eyes were slightly tangled, and then returned to calm, closed his eyes, watched the red light in front of him turn into a green light, and stepped on the green light. Accelerator, the car drove out again.

After that, there was silence all the way, Song Manxi couldn't stand his own air pressure the most, so he could only close his eyes and rest.
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The car arrived in front of the hotel smoothly all the way, and the reservation was also on the open-air top floor of Jiangcheng Hotel.

When it rains, you can also remotely control the glass roof.

The entire hotel is ten floors high, and the facilities are the best. The first floor is a parking lot underground, and the second floor has various entertainment facilities.And from the second floor up, there are various boxes and good venues.

The moment the car was parked, Song Manxi opened his eyes and looked at the time on his watch, it was 09:30.

Today's official process will be: there will be a short dinner at eleven o'clock, but Grandpa Jun will still be in Jun's house, and everyone can find things to do here.It is also possible to communicate and learn about business.

At [-]:[-] p.m., everyone will be formally seated, and then there will be speeches by outstanding young elites from all walks of life, and the final speech will be Grandpa Jun.

After the end, there will be a dance, and after the dance, we will start to eat, which is the main meal.

After the dinner, there will be a charity auction, and then there will be their own free activities.

And she will also return to the Jun family mansion with the Jun family.Because after the banquet, the attention of the media is still here, and she can't leave alone in advance.If it happened to be photographed, it would be even more unclear.

To put it bluntly, the whole day has to be spent in the hotel. Rather than saying it is a birthday banquet, it is better to say that it has become a banquet that promotes business cooperation.

　Arsenic: Two chapters tonight, two chapters tomorrow, morning for nothing. . .

　　
　
(End of this chapter)