Rebirth of the Spoiled Wife

Chapter 231 Elegant Little White Flower

Sun Kexin hurriedly pulled her bag and looked for it in a panic.

"I...I need to touch up my makeup!"

The little sisters couldn't stand it anymore, so they covered Sun Kexin and went to touch up her makeup.

Seeing Sun Kexin's fleeing figure, Zhou Yaoyao felt much better and she let out a bad breath.

After elegantly arranging her hair, Zhou Yaoyao sat on the sofa holding a glass of champagne, waiting for the opportunity.

Several other young ladies from rich families who were gathered together were also scattered in the hall, always ready to greet those rich children in their best manner.

It was almost eight o'clock, and there were gradually more and more people in the hall.

Many rich girls had already caught fish, holding champagne and chatting happily.

However, the person who is supposed to come has not arrived yet.

After a while, the door opened and people from the Mu family walked in.

Mr. Mu wore a solid Tang suit and was supported by his father and Mu Qingmo. Mu Wanwan, who was wearing a white dress and elegant makeup, walked into the hall.

The men present were all stunned by Mu Wanwan's beauty. They held up the champagne in their hands and admired Mu Wanwan with all their eyes.

Seeing the rich kids around him cast their astonishing eyes on Mu Wanwan, the ladies were holding their wine glasses and looking at Mu Wanwan with dissatisfaction on their faces.

Mu Wanwan will indeed take advantage of her little white flowers. Her white skirt flutters, revealing a hint of low-keyness, and the water droplets and diamonds on her face are made with a lot of thought. She specially painted girly peach blossom makeup, and every time

Each hair strand seems to be so delicately designed.

Just standing there, she would steal the souls of many men.

"Grandpa, I'm going to find my good sisters first."

"Go ahead."

With a polite smile, Mu Wanwan found a busier seat and sat down alone.

As soon as I sat down, the little sisters gathered around me.

"Wanwan, I haven't seen you all afternoon, why have you become so beautiful again?

Mu Wanwan enjoyed the compliments, but her face was very humble, "No, everyone is also very beautiful."

"We Wanwan are just sweet-tongued."

Mu Wanwan was chatting with a smile, covering her mouth and laughing from time to time, attracting the infatuated eyes of countless men.

Seeing the three generations of the Mu family, Mr. Pan's eldest son bent down and hurriedly greeted them with a smile on his face.

"Mr. Mu, you are welcome to come. My father will be very happy to see you coming."

"And Brother Mu, welcome and welcome. Mr. Mu is really a talented person, and you have really trained him well."

Mr. Mu nodded lightly, "Where's Lao Pan, why don't you come?"

Pan Yong paused, then lowered his head and lowered his voice.

"To be honest, Uncle Mu, you have to help me persuade my dad. This old man has always been stubborn and refuses to go downstairs."

Mr. Mu sighed softly, "You, the business in the mall must be related to this birthday banquet."

Pan Yong scratched his head, looking depressed.

"Uncle Mu, I am doing this for Pan's sake. The old man just doesn't understand my difficulties."

"That's all." Mr. Mu looked at Mu's father, "Let's go over and have a look. Qingmo can stay here."

Mu Qingmo curled his lips, nodded, took a glass of champagne, walked to the corner and sat down alone.

After a while, Mr. Mu was surrounded by several rich kids.

It is said that making friends with upper-class people can expand your social circle. Several rich kids stared at Mr. Mu and walked over with a glass of wine.

Mr. Mu held his chin and drank sip after sip, with a hint of absent-mindedness.

Although Mu Qingmo likes parties, he has never been interested in such overly commercial gatherings. He is just going through the motions and will not make friends with anyone at all. At most, he will end the conversation with a few words.

"Master Mu, would you like a drink?"

Some are brave enough to invite them directly. Men can chat for a long time over a glass of wine.

It's a pity that our Mr. Mu never accepts this trick. He just said yes, swung his glass and sipped it alone, and didn't pay attention to it at all.

The man who raised the glass took the glass back in embarrassment, cursed in his mind, and walked away dejectedly.

(End of chapter)