An Qiao said oh, and was about to enter Feng Yan's name, but he snatched it away.

When I took the phone back, the note above became "Kiss Husband".

When An Qiao saw this note, she was really chilled. However, when she saw his proud look, she finally endured it and said nothing.

After dinner, at 8 o'clock, the banquet began.

As the leading leisure club for wealthy people in Jiangcheng, the hotel is naturally extremely luxurious. As soon as you enter the hall, you only feel the lights are bright and magnificent.

People are drinking and chatting, and there is a bustling and lively scene.

The organizer was Huangfu Zheng, who had a royal background. When he saw Feng Yan coming up enthusiastically, "Young Master Feng is here, please come in and invite me!"

Feng Yan's mouth curled slightly, and he rarely showed a gentle smile, "Are grandma here?"

"Here! I know you're coming, so I asked Xiaoyun to bring her here."

"Okay, let me tell her, I'll go see her later."

"Okay, okay!"

After saying three good words in a row, Huangfu Zheng welcomed Feng Yan in.

An Qiao was held tightly by Feng Yan, a little nervous, especially when passing by Huangfu Zheng, he obviously felt that he looked at him strangely.

"Let's relax and be my Feng Yan's wife. I will face this kind of occasion often in the future."

Feng Yan whispered in her ear, An Qiao looked at him and nodded.

It is fake to say that she is not nervous. Even if she has no eyesight, she can see that those who appear here tonight are not ordinary people. There are even a few she has seen on international news on TV. They are all national leaders and cannot be invited if you have money.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but look at Feng Yan again, becoming more and more curious about his identity.

She always thought that Feng Yan was a small achievement businessman, but according to today, it seems that it is not only that

After all, he said that this is a family banquet

An Qiao was in a mess and suddenly regretted that she agreed to accompany him to the dinner.

At the same time, on the sofa in the lounge area not far away, several exquisitely decorated socialites lit up when they saw Feng Yan. However, when they saw An Qiao beside him, they immediately showed a shocked expression.

"Who is that woman? Why should I stand beside Mr. Feng?"

"I haven't seen it before, and I don't know who is so lucky!"

"He doesn't look very good! At most, he is just pretty. Why does Young Master Bo like her?"

"Bao, babe, babe! Maybe they are just ordinary female companions?"

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The chattering comments of the women came into An Qiao's ears, making her feel even more uncomfortable.

The magnificent hall and royal service, everyone in it is dressed in an elegant and noble manner, with a happy conversation. When they hear the contents of their conversations occasionally, they are all topics such as international economic trends, military and other topics. No matter how badly they are, they are also topics among major domestic families.

These are all things An Qiao had never heard of before. She felt like an ugly duckling who accidentally broke into the white swan world, and was so embarrassed that she was at a loss.

Feng Yan felt her discomfort and frowned slightly, "What's wrong? I feel uncomfortable?"

An Qiao pursed her lips and shook her head.

"Feet hurts?" Feng Yan asked again.

An Qiao still shook her head, paused, and nodded again.

Feng Yan glanced at the group of women in the rest area, frowned slightly, thought for a while, and said, "I'll take you to the back garden for a rest."

An Qiao quickly agreed. However, as soon as he took two steps, a beautiful female voice came from behind him.

"Mr. Feng, I haven't seen you for a long time. Why did I meet you here so by chance?"

The two turned their heads and saw a young woman in a long red dress.

Feng Yan frowned slightly, and the strong perfume smell on the woman's body made him unable to help but take a step back.

"Who are you?"

The woman was slightly stunned, her face was a little uneasy, and she said with a forced smile: "Mr. Feng, have you forgotten? I am Qiaoqiao! I was your dance partner at the dance last time."

"I don't remember!"

After Feng Yan finished speaking, he pulled An Qiao and walked towards the back garden.

Lin Qiaoqiao looked at the backs of the two of them gradually moving away, stomped her feet angrily and returned to the sofa.

"Yo, is this a failed call?" Another woman mocked her tone.

Lin Qiaoqiao gritted her teeth unwillingly and said, "It must be because of the woman next to me that Young Master Feng was willing to talk to me."

"By the way, who is that woman?"

"Ha! Who knows? There are a few girls in the upper stream circle who I don't know, but I haven't seen her before, and I don't know where it came out!"

As she was talking, An Zhilin walked from a distance with a glass of red wine.

"What are you talking about? It's so bitter and grudge."

An Zhilin is very beautiful, a famous lady full of gentle temperament. As the daughter of the chairman of Swire Group and a senior perfumer of G.k, a high-end luxury brand under Bo Group, she is not a little arrogant, but in the eyes of everyone, she is understanding and generous, so everyone is willing to play with her.

Lin Qiaoqiao snorted coldly, pointed to the direction of the dance floor, and said, "Here, look! The fox charm that emerged from somewhere seduced your president. She is in love now!"

An Zhilin looked in the direction of her finger and saw Feng Yan wearing a black suit, as handsome as ever, and he was holding his arms.

She opened her mouth in surprise, feeling a little disbelief.

An Qiao! How could it be her?

Although it was just a side face, An Zhilin firmly believed that she would never admit her mistake, that was An Qiao.

An Zhilin's face changed slightly. After thinking about it, her eyes turned, she joked with the few people, and followed her.

In the back garden.

Feng Yan rubbed An Qiao's ankles and asked, "Does it hurt?"

An Qiao's face was slightly red and she was a little embarrassed. In fact, her feet didn't hurt, she just didn't want to stay in the hall to attract everyone's attention, so she found an excuse to come out.

But at this time, the two of them were sitting on the bench. Seeing Feng Yan rubbing her ankles seriously, they couldn't help feeling guilty.

However, her reaction really hurts in Feng Yan's face. She frowned and said with some brows, "It's because I'm not thinking well. I didn't expect your foot injury to be so serious. I'll take you home to rest."

An Qiao quickly shook her head, "No, no, I'm fine, just sit for a while."

She thought of what Feng Yan and the uncle who greeted them just now, and hurriedly said, "Don't you still want to see your grandmother? Go quickly! I'll wait for you here."

Feng Yan frowned slightly.

He could feel the change in Ancho's mood. He was still happy when he came out of Chris's style club, but as soon as he entered Celebrity Villa, it changed.
Chapter completed!