The diplomat's little cute wife

Jin Yu walks forward with Muqiqi in his arms. From time to time, someone comes forward to offer a toast. Situ Chen follows him and gets the boss's eyes. He politely refuses to stop some flattering and flattering toasts. Even so, Jin Yu drinks four or five cups of wine one after another.

The Baijiu of high number, strong liquor entering throat, Mu Qi seven frowning from time to time, worried that they were all written on their faces.

The Secretary-General came up with a low brow and a respectful salute: "the president asked Mr. Jin to go to the small hall. There is something important to discuss."

Muqiqi was relieved at last. Since it was an important matter to discuss, she didn't need to drink any more. She pushed Jin Yu and said, "go, go!"

Jin Yu said with a smile, "good! Wait for me In the end, don't forget the serious advice, "no drinking."

Muqiqi shakes the glass with white water in his hand, "I know."

Jin Yu was still not at ease. He winked at situ Chen. The man didn't say a word. Situ Chen already understood and bowed respectfully, "yes, Mr. Jin."

Until Jin Yu turned and left, situ Chen straightened up and looked at Mu Qiqi with a smile.

Mu Qiqi knows that Jin Yu wants situ Chen to look at her.

Once upon a time, Mu Qiqi was very surprised at the tacit understanding between the master and the servant. Many times, he didn't need Jin Yu to speak. Even with a look or a gesture, situ Chen could understand what Jin Yu meant.

She even had a lust. If situ was a woman, would Jin Yu marry him? After all, situ knew him so well, which made her feel jealous.

Sure enough, as soon as Jin Yu left, those officials and wives gathered around him in groups. Premier's wife, who doesn't want to flatter?

Muqiqi always remembers Jin Yu's admonition. Just smile and speak less.

So, no matter what other people say, Muqiqi is just a faint smile. Praise her, she smiles. When she meets some questions she doesn't want to answer, she also smiles.

A smile, four two dial a thousand jin, sometimes a clean smile, mixed in this complex environment, will also make people feel enigmatic.

In a word, those official wives can't find out what they want to know in Muqiqi. When they turn around, they can only say bitterly that the premier's wife is not simple.

Situ Chen carefully protects Mu Qiqi and leads her all the way to the places where there are few people. However, there are waves of people gathered around her. Mu Qiqi can only stop and talk to them.

Looking at the distance, Mu Qiqi sees that Bai Suxin is intimately wandering among all kinds of men. Bai Suxin seems to see her, abandoning her male companion and walking towards her with a smile.

"Seven seven." Bai Suxin raised his five fingers and flashed slightly.

A voice comes before a man.

At this time, several official wives around Muqiqi, after listening, exchange the gossip in their heart with sharp eyes.

These valuable official wives all call Mu Qiqi "Mrs. Jin", but this woman in front of her can affectionately call the premier's wife "Qiqi"? It's really disrespectful.

"Who is she?" Someone whispered.

"It's said that he is the new president of ordnance industry group."

"It's not important to be a firebrand."

"Shh... Keep your voice down. I heard that this is the most popular person around yanzuo recently."

The women exchanged glances and understood one after another. In terms of seniority, isn't Bai Suxin the little aunt of the prime minister's wife? No wonder it's so arrogant!

The voice is very light, but mu Qiqi is young after all, and his ears are very smart. Listening to other people's comments on Xin Yi, his heart is naturally uncomfortable. Then he puts down his face, takes two steps forward, and greets her.

"Aunt Xin?" Muqiqi gave a cry.

Listening to Muqiqi's affectionate address, the faces of the official ladies turned pale. Has Bai Suxin's identity as Xiao San been recognized by the Yan family? This woman is not simple.

"Qiqi, I said I would take a picture with you." Bai Suxin said, his hand has more than a mobile phone.

"Good." Mu Qiqi turned to see situ Chen, "situ?"

Situ Chen nodded, took the phone from Bai Suxin, went to a distance, adjusted a suitable focus, and then pressed the shutter.

Bai Suxin took the phone, looked at the two people in the album, satisfied with the smile, "really beautiful."

"Aunt Xin, you are so beautiful. If you look at this picture, others will think you are my sister!"

"Sweet mouth, I'm old enough to be your godmother."

"Godmother?"

"I'm kidding, madam prime minister. I can't get up." Bai Su's face was ruddy, and he had obviously drunk a lot. He was drunk in the joke.

"Aunt Xin, drink less wine." Muqiqi reminds her, "those men who drink with you are not good men."

She just wanted to remind her to keep some distance from those men. After all, most of the men present today are people with status and family. If a woman is careless, she will be criticized.

"Don't worry, aunt Xin's drinking capacity is very good, and she won't suffer." After that, she waved and left.

Not far away, there is a man close to come forward, put on her shoulder, toast, is a wine.

Muqiqi looks at it and feels a little heartache.

"Ma'am." Situ Chen stepped forward and reminded him, "Mr. Bai, you'd better contact less."

"I see." Mu Qiqi said casually, it must be Jin Yu's meaning anyway.

"The background of general manager Bai is not clean at all. She has been divorced five times, and her lovers can't be counted. When she was abroad, she was a famous socialite. Her mother was someone else's mistress, and she was the illegitimate daughter of the Bai family. She was very good at clinging to the powerful, and had an indescribable relationship with many famous families." Situ Chen explained the reason.

Muqiqi was dumb. "What you said is true?"

Situ Chen nodded, "tonight, Bai always comes here as Yan Zuo's consultant. Mr. Jin is very angry about this. It's not only for political reasons, but also for personal reasons. Yan Zuo is also Mr. Jin's elder. Mr. Jin is very disappointed on some issues."

What situ Chen said is very obscure, but mu Qiqi is not difficult to understand. There may be a problem between Xin Yi and her uncle.

Muqiqi frowned and was shocked. The wine cup in her hand was pinched by her.

"Madame?" Situ Chen called her, "go and see Mr. Jin?"

"How long has he been?" She didn't want to disturb him on business.

"Half an hour." Situ Chen is waiting for an opportunity to respond. It's true that the president asked Jin Yu to talk about the matter. It's probably true to ask him to block the wine. Normally, if he is here, he can help Jin Yu block a little bit. But now, he's here to take care of Mu Qiqi. Obviously, he has no skills, so he can only persuade Mu Qiqi to go and have a look.

Muqiqi comes to the small hall on the second floor. There is a guard standing at the door. When she sees Muqiqi coming, she bows respectfully and gives a salute. She goes forward without any hindrance. It is estimated that the matter inside should be over.

Mu Qiqi pushes the door in, and the scene in front of her really makes her surprised.

Here is a small dining room that can accommodate more than 20 people. It is very lively. I sit in twos and threes, chatting and drinking.

Didn't you come to talk about it? Daren Qing dumped her and came here to drink, right?

First of all, situ Chen accurately locked Jin Yu's position. In the corner of the sofa, Jin Yu was holding the root of his nose. Obviously, he had drunk a lot. There were several people sitting beside him. He didn't know what to talk about.

He reached out and said, "Ma'am! Over there

Muqiqi goes through the crowd and bends down to grab the empty wine cup in Jin Yu's hand.

The man's drooping eyebrows were the first to see the high-heeled shoes at his feet. As soon as he lifted his eyes, he saw Muqiqi standing in front of him with a serious little face.

Without waiting for her to speak, Jin Yu took her hand and said softly, "no more drinking."

At this time, the people around him also found Muqiqi, and they knew what was interesting. They said hello and left. The premier said no more. Who dares to stay for a long time?

"Where's my father-in-law?" Mu Qiqi asked.

"Dad's drunk. He's back to rest." Jin Yu said faintly.

Having said that, the two people just faced each other, no longer talking.

Muqiqi stares at him. The man looks at her with a smile in his eyes.

There was a soothing piano music outside. According to the Convention, once the music was played, the banquet was at the end.

Smelling the strong smell of gunpowder, situ Chen whispered, "Mr. Jin, are you going?"

"Go." Jin Yu holds Mu Qiqi's hand and gets up to leave his seat.

From the small hall to the car, Muqi didn't say a word.

When he got to the car, Jin Yu rubbed her into his arms with wine, and kissed her pink cheek with thin lips. "Baby, listen to you, I don't drink any more."

Muqiqi ignored him, thinking about what situ Chen had just said to her.

Jin Yu saw that she had no psychology, and he stretched out his hand to break off her small face, "baby, what's the matter?"

Mu seven seven lift Mou to look at him, some indignant of a, "uncle he how?"

What she wanted to say in her heart was that her uncle took the wrong medicine, but after all, she was an elder, so she paid attention to the wording.

Jin Yu lowered his head, put his forehead on the tip of her forehead, and rubbed her lips with his thumb. "What do you want to say?"

He knew there was something in her story.

"I know that the Bai family is the biggest plutocrat behind former president Dai Liping. My uncle and aunt are so close now. After all, they are political forces against us. What would outsiders think after seeing them?"

Jin Yugou lips, some surprise, "who told you?"

"You're not the only one who investigates people." Mu Qi said.

Jin Yu laughs. Most of the things she can find are things that can be found on the Internet. As for the depth of the water below, she has no idea.

"But..." Muqiqi took a breath, "I never believe that there will be anything else between aunt Xin and uncle."

Then, subconsciously, she looked at situ Chen in the front row.

Jin Yu guessed that situ Chen must have said something to her. Eagle's eyes turned and looked at the front row.

Situ Chen glanced in the rearview mirror and just met the man's cold eyes. The chill behind him made him clench his fist to his lips and cough awkwardly.

"Don't think about it." Jin Yu rubbed her small head, turned the front of the conversation and asked, "see if Si Mu is sleeping?"

"It's almost ten o'clock. Should we go to bed?" When it comes to children, Muqiqi is really softer.

"Look." Jin Yu rubbed her hand.

Muqiqi takes out his mobile phone from his bag and switches it to the monitor. However, there are too many rooms, and he can't find out the tiny one from dozens of probes in a moment. He can only open the voice interface and ask, "where is the eighth master?"

Soon, there came a reply, "madam, the young master is..."

There obviously pause, slightly panic said: "young master in the gentleman's cloakroom."

Muqiqi immediately switches the screen to Jin Yu's cloakroom, and the man beside him looks heavy and his sharp chin is stiff.

In the picture, the expensive clothes that were originally hung on the hanger are now pulled to the ground, spread all over the floor and piled up into a small hill.

Jin Si Mu is holding a bottle, lying on those clothes, sleeping very sweetly. It seems that he is making a bed here.

No wonder the man in black who just answered seems to be so restrained and nervous. It turns out that the little master is in trouble. He is still the main one in the family!

It's estimated that the designer came to measure the clothes for the little guy in the afternoon, and the little guy went to Jin Yu's cloakroom to pick out the style, which made this place noisy.

"Husband, don't be angry!" Muqiqi pushed Jin Yu's elegant trousers, "wash and iron them, just like the new ones!"

A man's dull voice is always his own seed. Can he swallow it alive?

The line of sight swept, but fell on a white shirt in the corner, the expression between eyebrows suddenly appeared inexplicable tension.