Seeing He Xiaoman coming over, Han Qing's expression obviously relaxed.

She waved to He Xiaoman and ordered the waiter who was passing by to bring him a glass of white sangria.

"Did you bring any gifts?"

Han Qing lowered her voice and asked He Xiaoman.

"A bowl of noodles."

Han Qing covered her mouth and chuckled, but she took the opportunity. For a student party to attend a birthday banquet of this caliber, the price of 1888 was not cheap.

The Zheng family is not even considered as shit in the imperial capital. It can only be said that they are not considered poor.

This banquet was also a pretense. From the drinks and food to the service staff, including the pianist playing the piano in the corner of the beautifully decorated multi-functional hall, everyone was packaged. This saves worry, money and appearance.

nice.

He Xiaoman looked at the flashy piano and even thought that maybe even the piano was packed in from the hotel.

The attendees are basically the same class as the Zheng family. People who are too proud of their status may not be willing to invite them, and the poor Zheng family also disdains to invite them.

Every class has its own comfort zone for activities.

Sometimes getting out of the circle brings breakthroughs, sometimes it brings jokes or disasters.

He Xiaoman saw Han Qing pinch her handbag subconsciously. It was bulging, and it was obvious that there was something else inside.

She suddenly understood what Han Qing meant by asking her.

She was afraid that she would be embarrassed because she was short of money or careless and forgot to bring a gift, so Han Qing actually prepared two.

After learning that she was prepared, she did not express her thoughts to make He Xiaoman grateful.

This is a true friend.

Han Qing wore a bean paste-colored dress with shoulder-length shoulders, her hair was styled, and she wore a small diamond hairpin. Her delicate and rosy cheeks were slightly powdered, and she looked like a big honey hanging on the branches in her backyard.

He Xiaoman suddenly wanted to take a bite of peach. When he really likes or appreciates someone, he actually has the urge to ravage them.

Just like my mother who bites my daughter's fleshy big toes every now and then.

Seeing the look of despair on his daughter's face every time she was bitten, He Xiaoman never had the courage to tell her mother that she was actually biting an old man who was at least over 400 years old.

The staff had almost arrived, and the host started to go through the process, give speeches, serve fruit plates and cakes, and the birthday boy was so nervous that he almost accepted the gifts from his classmates and friends.

Gradually, He Xiaoman finally noticed something fishy. There was always a girl with a slightly chubby figure and an average appearance, following the sullen Zheng Kai.

The girl was wearing a goose-yellow cake skirt, which made her originally five-cent figure look more rounded. When Zheng Kai was cutting the cake, his parents explicitly told him to cut it with the girl, which made it feel a bit like a wedding.

Is this a birthday party that implicitly expresses the intention of getting married?

Both parents looked happy to see the result, and the girls seemed quite satisfied. After all, apart from having more acne on his face, Zheng Kai was also quite handsome.

But when faced with a girl whose figure and appearance are hard to describe, Zheng Kai's crush has always been Xie Lingyue. Why is he so obedient and allowed to be manipulated by his family?

He Xiaoman smiled coldly.

He doesn't know what kind of conspiracy is waiting for him.

This sudden birthday party turned out to have different purposes. Only Zheng Kai was fully exploited, and if nothing unexpected happened, Xie Yuyuan would be completely sacrificed.

Suddenly all the lights in the multi-purpose hall went out, leaving only the candles on the cake that were extinguished. Naturally, it was time to make a wish.

The birthday boy closed his eyes with a solemn and pious expression. The girl next to him looked at him unblinkingly with little stars in her eyes, as if the person in front of him was the whole world to him in the future.

He Xiaoman sighed slightly in his heart.

There was a "clang" and a person in the darkness said "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Almost at the same time, crystal lamps, wall lamps, small lanterns and various other lamps were all turned on one by one. He Xiaoman was also surprised that the person next to her was hit by the waiter, Han Qing, not her.

Han Qing had a lot of drinks thrown at her at the moment. Fortunately, she was wearing bean paste-colored clothes that were close to her skin color, so she didn't look too embarrassed.

The waiter apologized profusely: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"Han Qing, I know Zheng Kai's cousin. She is about the same size as you. I will take you to the third floor and ask her to find some clothes for you to deal with the emergency first." Xie Lingyue looked sympathetic, so many people were dripping wet.

Not very pretty either.

Han Qing was about to say "No," but she saw He Xiaoman slowly shaking his head behind her, so Han Qing nodded and said, "Okay, thank you then."

Xie Lingyue looked at He Xiaoman and said, "Let's come together."

So He Xiaoman and Xie Lingyue shielded Han Qing in the middle to prevent more people from seeing her miserable state. The three of them hurriedly walked through the corridor and headed straight to the third floor.

Since the three brothers of the Zheng family live together, the villa is very large and has a small five-story design including the top floor. In fact, there are only four floors that can be occupied by people.

Except for the common ground floor, the three brothers live on the same floor.

Xie Lingyue brought Han Qing and He Xiaoman into a room on the third floor. She smiled and said to He Xiaoman: "Xiaoyuan, sit here now, have a drink and rest for a while. The cloakroom in this house is relatively small. I

Take Han Qing to change clothes."

He Xiaoman waved his hand and told them to quickly change out of their wet clothes. The weather was already very cold, and it would be cold even if the air conditioner was turned on in the room and they were showered with wine!

He Xiaoman sat bored on a forest-style fabric stool decorated with lace. In front of him was a small round rattan coffee table, with a bottle of soda water and a glass of juice drink on it.

He Xiaoman didn't drink any of them.

It was obvious that he was plotting against her, but if she foolishly drank a drink of unknown origin but had been prepared in advance, that would be a mistake in her head.

There was a "knock, knock" sound, and the door was opened from the outside. The waiter who spilled the drink on Han Qing came in.

As if he didn't expect He Xiaoman to be here, the waiter was stunned for a moment, and then asked He Xiaoman politely: "I didn't expect it to be you. Is this the Margaret for you?"

In his injured tray was a glass of blue margarita, with a small card written underneath, and there seemed to be two lines of handwriting on the card.

The lights in the room seemed a little dim. He Xiaoman lowered her head to read the words on the card, and suddenly a big hand holding a towel suddenly covered her face.

He Xiaoman seemed to have lowered his head for a long time. His body was unsteady and he stumbled forward. The waiter's outstretched hand covered the empty space. Then he felt a light touch on his hand, and then a strange fragrance hit his nostrils. He soon lost consciousness.

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The door closed again with a "bang" sound.
Chapter completed!