Mr. Lu, the World’s Sweetest Man

Yuan Feifan went to call by himself.

An Qi's eyes showed cunning, and An Che couldn't help but nod her head: "Are you going to knock him?"

"What's this? It's a far cry from what he owes me." An Qi said while biting the straw. "Why don't you take out all his money? My name is not An!"

Sure enough, Yuan Feifan was busy all day, calling on An Qi's phone number, begging his father to tell his grandmother, and finally got an admission ticket for 300,000 yuan.

Although the price is too high, compared to seeing so many heavyweights, it is worthwhile to spend more money to obtain investment opportunities.

After a while, someone called An Qi: "Miss An, 300,000 have already arrived."

"Well, half of it will be taken to your brothers to drink, and you won't be able to work in vain. The other half will be donated to charity for me." He has had his personality since he was a child, and he is not a twitchy kind of person.

So there are many people who are willing to do things for her, and they do their best every time.

When the evening arrived, An Qi and An Che entered the charity banquet dressed up very beautifully.

The tickets for the two of them were VIP tickets given by Jian Zhifei, and they received completely different treatments as soon as they entered the venue.

And many people also know that An Qi is a close friend of Yun Wei's boudoir. When she shows up, everyone will give her a little bit of face.

An Qi greeted everyone politely and generously.

As for An Che, although many people didn't know him, they were all impressed by his extraordinary appearance. Seeing his appearance, they all felt very seductive, and they were all speculating about his identity.

Jian Zhifei greeted him: "An Qi."

She hugged An Qi and said, "God bless you back. I have been worried for a long time since you disappeared last time... Fortunately, I see you again."

"I'm fine. Knowing Fei, this is An Che, the one who saved me, and now my boyfriend." An Qi said with a smile.

Jian Zhifei looked at An Che up and down, showing appreciation, leaned to An Qi's ear, and whispered: "Hundreds of times better than that named Yuan."

An Qi couldn't help laughing: "By the way, why didn't you bring your fiancé?"

Jian Zhifei smiled and said: "He is busy. Then you sit down for a while, I have guests to greet."

An Qi knows that she often develops in Jingzhou City now, and can be regarded as a small well-known fashion designer, she can not help but feel happy for her.

She and An Che were sitting and chatting, the two of them were affectionate, and there were endless topics no matter where they went.

And Yuan Feifan, his ticket, if there is a problem or no problem, if there is no problem, there is a problem, because there were a lot of people that night, the admission ticket was divided into the upper, middle and lower three games, only VIP. You can always be there all the time.

It is a pity that Yuan Feifan’s ticket can only be entered in the second half, that is, only when there is only the last third of time left.

An Qi just wants to fix him.

During this period, An Qi and An Che had met with many celebrities in Jingzhou City, and exchanged many business opinions. Everyone looked at An Qi and An Che with admiration.

At the end of the night, An Qi knew that An Che would definitely have to pay more than 100 million in the account.