Pretending to be old
The first thing Ji xiancheng said when they met was, " "Why does little Wen look so mature?"
Having his thoughts exposed, Fu Nanli's expression darkened. if I don't dress like this for a formal occasion, what do you think I should wear? "
Ji xiancheng faintly felt that his cousin's every word was filled with the smell of gunpowder.
He was angry, he was angry.
Ji xiancheng raised his brows. alright, alright, alright. I didn't think it through. Quickly sit down.
The small banquet hall was covered with brownish-red Turkey rugs, and the podium for one of the people on stage was of the same color, reddish-brown, giving it a heavy and aged feel. Wen Qiao and Fu Nanli were sitting in the seats, the light from the crystal chandelier above shining on Fu Nanli's face. He was wearing a hand-made suit.
A God.
That was the only word she could think of.
It was as if this word was tailor-made for him.
He went up on stage to receive the award. It was a Certificate of Honor personally presented to him by the city's leaders. Fu Nanli stood on the stage and gave an acceptance speech. Wen Qiao's gaze towards him was filled with endless admiration.
He was a hero.
He had saved many people.
She was touched and proud of him. He was the glory that had guided her to the light in her life.
After Fu Nanli gave a short speech, Ji xiancheng heaved a sigh of relief. He had given Fu Nanli some face and said everything he was asked to say. The higher-ups also nodded their heads repeatedly.
Fu Nanli held the red Certificate of Honor and left the stage with the leader.
After the commendation ceremony ended, Ji xiancheng went to send the leaders off, while Fu Nanli and Wen Qiao left the National Banquet Hall.
There were many reporters gathered at the entrance, all of them thinking that it would be good to see young master Fu's face.
It was a pity that Fu Nanli got into his car the moment he left the banquet hall.
The windows of the black car were all shut, and the cameras could not capture what was going on inside. They could only follow behind and shout, " Mr. Captain, please say a few words.
"The people want to hear your thoughts on this incident."
The netizens want to see where you are.
The car had already left. Fu Nanli raised his brows. He was a Captain and a businessman. He had no interest in being a celebrity, and he wouldn't appear in front of the camera either.
Xu Shen was also in the car. He turned around and smiled. "Although you didn't show your face, there are waves of posts about you on Weibo."
Tall, rich, and handsome, the young master of the fu family. Just this title alone was enough to make thousands of girls fantasize.
Not to mention, this young master was not like those rich young masters who were active in entertainment gossip magazines, who only knew how to hit on young models, race cars, and do all kinds of crazy things on the edge of the law. This young master graduated from Massachusetts Institute of Technology, and after graduation, he entered a Civil Aviation plane and turned the tide in an inevitable plane crash.
What kind of novel would have such a perfect setting?
Although Fu Nanli's photos had never circulated on the internet, it didn't stop him from having a large number of fangirls.
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Su Yun and Ji Mingyuan's wedding was scheduled for the May Day holiday.
The light in the living room was on, and it was raining outside. The spring rain carried a slight breeze into the room, and it didn't feel cold.
Su Yun wrote down the guest list on a piece of red paper."I don't think there are many people."
She only had one brother in Haicheng.
"Auntie Xiaojun will definitely come back, right?"
yes, I told her. She's very happy for me. She'll be back when the time comes.
"Su Ying and her family are invited as well?" Wen Qiao asked while taking a bite of the Apple.
Su Yun glanced at her and said,'didn't your brother invite us to his wedding? Courtesy demands reciprocity, Xuanji."