Rebirth in the 1980s and 1990s

"Dear Miss Margaret, how are you?"

"Hello Mr. Kent!"

Margaret nodded slightly, her behavior was extremely elegant, but Kent knew that this was just the aristocratic temperament that penetrated into her bones, and he had no reason for her to bend down and bow.

"Jenny, welcome to Rose Castle as a guest. How about it? Do you like this place?"

"You are Miss Irina, right? Nice to meet you."

Margaret looked at the blond woman standing in front of her with some curiosity, but she looked unrestrained. She had a tall and slender figure, a delicate face, and did not have the pure aura of an unmarried woman, but she looked extremely mature and charming. Even if she was of the same age.

As a woman, Margaret couldn't help but secretly admire this woman's mature charm.

At this moment, Irina couldn't describe what she was thinking. Margaret didn't know what this seemingly extremely calm woman had experienced. In fact, Irina had never participated in an aristocratic gathering of this level.

, but she followed Zhang Zhenyi and experienced a thrilling escape. This experience made her not have any nervousness about such a scene at all.

But for Irina, she was very curious about why the princess of the Bonaparte family would invite herself to such a party, and it was probably a birthday party for herself. This really made her unable to figure it out.

, is it because of him?

Irina immediately pictured Zhang Zhenyi in the alarm clock, but other than that, she seemed to be unable to find a better reason to convince herself.

"Hello, Miss Margaret, nice to meet you!"

Although she did not understand aristocratic etiquette, Irina knew the most basic etiquette. However, in the eyes of the guests on the side, her actions seemed extremely inappropriate. Following the eyes of Margaret, the princess of the Bonaparte family

At this time, everyone realized that the princess seemed to be receiving a woman they had never seen in the circle. Although this woman was very beautiful, she did not have that innate temperament.

.

"Who is this?"

"Who is that lady?"

"Oh my god, what a beautiful little girl, where did she come from?"

Everyone is speculating on the identity of Jenny and Irina. For guests that Margaret can receive with such caution, it will naturally attract their attention. In the top-level aristocratic circle, new relationships can always benefit them.

Not a little, they are naturally very interested in the emergence of such a new noble, but there is also no shortage of people who are dismissive.

"They shouldn't be from here!"

"What a rough etiquette, the glory of France will not allow such a nobleman to appear!"

"I think this is just Miss Margaret's guest!"

"But that little girl reminds me of Miss Margaret when she was little!"

These sounds were not actually loud, but among such a group of nobles who seemed relatively quiet or self-righteous, they were very abrupt and clearly audible. Irina knew what she should be rude about.

But she didn't mind these words. She knew that she was not a noble.

"Miss Margaret, are they talking about us?"

But Jenny doesn't understand this. In a little girl's world, good is good and bad is bad. At least some people here made her feel an unfriendly atmosphere.

Margaret was also embarrassed when she heard this. In fact, it was not that she didn't know that such a situation would happen. It was just that she also expressed her acquiescence to it. As long as it was not too much, she also wanted to test whether this man could win her.

How will a woman with a deep heart behave, but it is obvious that Irina's performance exceeded Margaret's expectations.

And what troubled her even more was that little Jenny seemed to be more aggressive than her mother, at least in front of Margaret. Little Jenny couldn't hide her little thoughts at all.

"Jenny, let's ignore them. I prepared a birthday gift for Irina. Do you want to see it?"

I have to say that Margaret's movements were impeccably elegant, and even when she rejected Jenny, she seemed so irresistible. In the eyes of others, this was a suggestion that was difficult to object to, but she ignored it.

What she faced was a little girl who was only seven years old. Although she was a little precocious, she was more determined than anyone else in her persistence.

"No, I want to know what they said, because dad said that those who criticize others must first criticize themselves."

Obviously Jenny was asking Margaret to express her position. When those people accused Irina, the little guy was already a little unhappy. Never underestimate the strong heart of a seven-year-old little guy.

Little did they know that not only Margaret was embarrassed at this time, but Kent couldn't help but secretly wiped away a cold sweat. He didn't know how to deal with this little princess, even though he didn't know what the roses of the Bonaparte family were.

He had never been questioned like this before, but he knew that on such an occasion, no one would ever question Princess Margaret like this.

Everyone's expressions couldn't help but change slightly after hearing this. Although the voice of this little girl of unknown origin was not excessive, for these self-proclaimed nobles, it was a blatant provocation. However, due to the fact that no one was present, the master was present.

Take the initiative to export accusations.

"Okay, Jenny, dad must have told you, people who criticize others are not all bad people, right?"

Margaret still had no intention of losing the face of those nobles in front of a little girl, but just as she finished speaking, a very deep French voice came from the door into the hall, and everyone's eyes couldn't help but fall on the visitor.

On the body.

"Margaret, this is not the way you treat guests!"

Everyone couldn't help but take a breath of air!

Someone dared to directly accuse the heir of the Bonaparte family like this. After seeing the face of the visitor, their expressions all looked a little strange.

It turned out to be him!

"Dad!"

Jenny seemed very familiar with this voice. Although she had only been in contact with Zhang Zhenyi for a short period of time, this did not prevent her from carving this unique voice in her heart.

"Honey, did Margaret bully you?

Zhang Zhenyi has no scruples at all about this direct heir to France's top Bonaparte family. In fact, in his opinion, these so-called nobles are just names that don't matter in the face of interests and strength. In front of Zhang Zhenyi, these so-called nobles are nothing more than a title.

Nothing was enough to be a threat. More importantly, Margaret was insulting his own woman and daughter, which made him feel angry for no reason.

Even though Irina had already left him, no matter what, on this occasion, Irina appeared as his female companion. More importantly, Jenny witnessed this scene with her own eyes, which made him reluctant to

May give in.

"Zhang, welcome!"

Although she felt a little unhappy, Margaret still greeted her politely. She could not feel any hatred towards the man who had already taken away her heart, but the other guests on one side did not think so.

"It's actually him?"

"How come this guy is here? Could it be?"

"When did the Bonaparte family become so polite to a Chinese?"

"--"

"Okay! You don't need to whisper next to me. French nobles, the glory given to you by your ancestors has been crushed to pieces on this avenue. Do you think you still have your glory in the 21st century?

We Chinese have a saying that 'a good man does not mention his former bravery'. You are able to stand here not because of your own honor, but because of the noble coat you are wearing."

Zhang Zhenyi scolded everyone with a cold face and no mercy.

"Arrogant Chinese!"

"Miss Margaret, did you invite this gentleman?"

"Chinese get out of this room!"

"-"

Zhang Zhenyi watched with cold eyes as these so-called nobles vented their inner dissatisfaction with the vulgar language they hated most, but he didn't care at all in his heart. Words of the weak will always speak louder than actions, so let them continue to have a little more under the glory of their ancestors.

Proud! (To be continued...)