Master’s a Byoukidere and Needs Pampering!

March 31 is an auspicious day for everything.

The engagement banquet was held in the Xue family's own club. Because Fang Ideal was pregnant, the steps of the engagement banquet were simplified, mainly to let her recognize people and let people outside look at the Xue family's daughter-in-law.

People from the three realms of business, politics, and military have invited a lot of people, and the basic emperors have all come here, but they didn't invite the media.

At this moment, Feng Zhanling was taking his daughter-in-law to recognize relatives in the banquet hall, and it just so happened that the people from Xue's second master also arrived.

Father Xue's three siblings and the youngest married out of town. The family had emigrated a few years ago. The second and the second father and his family also worked in Xue's family. Because of family business, they had been at odds with each other for many years, but they didn't break their faces.

"Second Sister-in-law," the young daughter-in-law Zhao over there was talking, and she looked at Fang Ideal for several times, "Is this this, the protagonist today?"

Feng Zhanling said yes. The sisters took Fang Ideally and introduced her: "This is the fourth aunt of your second uncle." There is another behind, "That's the eldest aunt of your second uncle."

The one behind is the eldest daughter-in-law of the second elder's family, the Song family.

This Song family, Fang Ideal has seen on TV, is not a small official.

"Good auntie, good auntie."

The Zhao family is a bit rich, with round faces and small eyes, with a smile on his face: "It's so beautiful, no wonder Baoyi likes it."

The Song family answered, "Which one of the girls in their circle is not beautiful." She jokingly said, "It's just that they were born so beautiful and upright that they are hard to recognize."

In the words, there is a bit of official accent, with a smile on his mouth, he is a sharp and sleek person.

Feng Zhanling stood between the two women. Because she was small and she was a young girl, she was not like her peers. She spoke quietly and looked quite harmless. There was a little bit of surprise in her eyes: "That's good. Acknowledge, are they all ugly and weird?"

Song's face stiffened: "What do I mean by that."

No matter what she meant, Feng Zhanling pointed to the distance: "My cousin, that's your daughter-in-law." She grinned, "Acknowledge it."

The wife of a diplomat is not easy to bully.

Song Family: "..."

Song's daughter-in-law is very fat and looks a little... scribbled and easy to recognize. Feng Zhanling blinked at her beautiful daughter-in-law, with an expression of ‘I’m amazing.’

Feng Zhanling is very protective of her calf. In this regard, Xue Baoyi is like her.

"Bao Yi, how about your wife, why don't you bring it over and show us?"

The son of the Song family, Xue Chenglang, was the eldest grandson of the second master of the Xue family. He was tall and thin, with poor skin and pitted face. He was a master with good eyes and low ambition.

Xue Baoyi is wearing a black suit today, with a tie tied upright, standing on the stairs connecting the second floor to the third floor, occasionally greeting guests, and replied: "Why do you want to show it to you."

It was Zhao’s son Xue Xiaochong who came upstairs with Xue Chenglang: "Tsk tusk tusk tusk, listen to this tone, and see that he is proud." He looks like his mother with a round face and green peas, and he is famous in the circle. Good female, her complexion turned yellow at a young age, and she was listless.

On the second master of the Xue family, these two are about the same age as Xue Baoyi.

"Didn't you say that you don't touch women in the entertainment industry?" Xue Chenglang teased people, making fun of people secretly and secretly. He married a well-known official daughter, so naturally he didn't look down on actresses with no background.

Xue Baoyi snorted: "You said you wanted to do a big business before, did you do it?"

Xue Chenglang, who has repeatedly failed in business and is still chewing on the old: "..."

"Isn't that ice and snow?" Xue Xiaochong raised his chin to the opposite side, "Why is he still following Jiang Laowu's **** all the time?"

The aisle on the second floor was circular, and the places where they stood just happened to be able to see the opposite side. Xue Bingxue was following Jiang Weier. I don't know what Jiang Weier said, Xue Bingxue pressed himself down and listened.

Xue Chenglang sighed: "Jiang Laowu's predecessor has been played by a man, and ice and snow are not too disgusted."

Today is a great day, Xue Baoyi didn't want to make trouble, but this guy was too awkward, he really itchy hands, touched his body around, touched a lighter, and smashed it.

Xue Chenglang's knee was hit in the middle, and he gasped in pain: "What are you doing!"

"Is that what you can call Bingxue? That's your third uncle." Xue Baoyi didn't make a fool of himself, and it was true. "You have forgotten all the rules of the Xue family, have you? You dare to chew the elders."

Xue Chenglang blushed in irritation: "You can't make a joke."

Are you kidding me?

"Your brothers play with women together and engage in threesomes. Why don't you think about it?" Xue Baoyi picked up the lighter with an expression of'Come and hit me if you don't agree,' "I'm just kidding."

The faces of the two brothers were green.

On the opposite staircase, Jiang Weier went up one step, and Xue Bingxue followed.

She turned her head: "Why are you following me all the time?"

Xue Bingxue was embarrassed, but said straightforwardly: "I want to be with you."

Upstairs are all guests, acquaintances coming and going.

Jiang Weier stopped and said to him seriously: "So many people are watching, don't follow me." Following her all day long, others will laugh at him.

Xue Bingxue didn't care at all: "Let them take a good look, it's not that I don't know you are rare."

"..."

Such words became more and more smooth as he spoke.

No matter how thick-skinned Jiang Weier was, he couldn't hold back his blatant show of love: "Xue Bingxue, why is your face getting thicker and thicker?"

Baoyi said that if you don't have a thick skin, you can't catch up with your wife.

He blushed: "Weir, you look so good today."

Jiangweier: "..."

He was not afraid of embarrassment, and kept boasting: "You looked good yesterday." His baby-faced smile made him innocent, "You look good every day."

He is full of hers.

Jiang Weier heard his ears warm, twisted his head, and the corners of his mouth tilted up involuntarily.

Regardless of him, she left her.

Xue Bingxue followed and suddenly squatted down.

"What are you doing?"

He picked up her skirt carefully, with a contented expression on his face: "Here is your skirt."

Jiang Weier rarely wears skirts. Because this is Xue Baoyi's good day, she dressed more grandly, choosing a black dress with a skirt.

"Don't you carry it." She tugged at the skirt.

He is a family prince, what is it like to give a dress to a woman?

Xue Bingxue didn't let go: "The skirt is too long, you will fall when you step on it."

This fool!

Jiang Weier dragged him to his side, holding one of his hands: "Just help me."

Xue Bingxue glanced at her hand and smiled shyly.

The two had just gone up to the second floor, and the lady in cheongsam came over and stopped them.

"Ice and snow."

It is Xue Bingxue’s sister-in-law, Chen Huiling, wearing glasses, and an intellectually elegant woman: "The old man is looking for you." When she saw Jiang Weier next to her, she smiled and exclaimed, "The skirt is very beautiful."

Jiangweier: "Thank you."

Chen Huiling and her husband Xue Bolin are both academics, and they have only one daughter, Xue Baolin. Xue Bingxue was the old man who had a son, and was about the same age as Xue Baolin. After his mother was gone, Chen Huiling took him with him. The eldest sister-in-law is like a mother. The relationship between the two is very close.

Xue Bingxue asked Chen Huiling to wait for him for a while, and said to Jiang Weier: "Vill, I will go to my father first, and I will come to you later."

"Ok."

Jiang Weier first went to the banquet hall on the second floor. The guests were almost there. There were rows of chairs in the front, and the people behind were all standing, mostly young people. There is a red carpet in the middle. Both sides of the red carpet are filled with champagne roses. Occasionally, a round table is placed in several places. The round table is covered with red silk and a variety of drinks and desserts.

It hasn't started yet, it's social time.

Jiang Weier felt bored and went out after a round.

"Xue Bingxue is so **** f***ing that he actually carried a skirt for a woman."

What a shame.

Jiangweier stopped.

The two outside leaned on the glass guardrail of the circular aisle, chatting one after another.

"He was just like that when he was young. The eldest master was not right, so he ran to serve as a follower to the tigress from Jiang Wu." Xue Xiaochong snorted, "Only that's a good idea."

The pair of cousins ​​were being kicked by Xue Baoyi just now, and they were upset.

Xue Chenglang was very indignant: "His old man is still confused and eccentric. He leaves all the family business in his hand and is not afraid that he will be lost."

The Xue family’s ancestral property was 80% in the hands of Xue Bingxue’s father, and the second master’s lineage was naturally unwilling.

"We are all unlucky after we lose everything."

As soon as Xue Xiaochong finished speaking, he was hit by something in the back of his head. He looked to the ground and it was a lady's handbag.

"Who?!" He yelled back.

Jiangweier leaned against the door of the hall, and received a sentence: "Tigress."

When Xue Xiaochong saw that it was her, his confidence was more than half vented: "I scolded you, you smashed my head and evened it." He still didn't want to offend the Jiang family.

Jiang Weier's short hair, straight collarbone, delicate makeup on his face, and heroic eyebrows: "It's not even, you two scolded Xue Bingxue."