After marrying into a wealthy family, I became popular

Two hours later, Wei Wen received Xia Chan's WeChat message, which was short and clear: "Director Feng Huai has dinner at the Shangri-La Hotel at six o'clock in the evening."

After Wei Wen quickly read this sentence, the corners of his lips curled up in a nice arc.

Then, he raised his thumb to quickly and flexibly switch the dialog box, replied to the text message to Little Green Tea saying that he agreed to the evening party, and found Qi Xiaohe's phone number in the address book, and dialed it.

It must not be too early to go home when there is a social event in the evening. As a responsible canary, it is necessary to greet and report to the sponsor in advance.

After answering the phone, Wei Wen just vaguely said that there are a few friends in the circle who are going to have a party tonight, we will have a meal together, we may go home later, and keep quiet about the little green tea and Feng Huai.

Qi Xiaohe almost blurted out: Where are you going to party?Who are there?Is Gao Shang with you?Is it safe?Can't I go with you?But when the words came to his lips, they were swallowed back—after all, they were in a relationship at the beginning, why didn't Qi Xiao want to frighten the children, let alone leave a stereotype of machismo, domineering, and authoritarian on the other side.

In the end, I only ordered a sentence on the phone: "Drink less and come back as soon as possible."

Before five o'clock in the afternoon, Wei Wen had just finished filming and before he took off his makeup, Little Green Tea had already driven to the set to wait for someone.

Gao Shang originally planned to be the driver to take Wei Wen there, but Little Green Tea said that no one in this wine bureau would bring assistants.Wei Wen couldn't bear to let Gao Shang wait in the car for several hours, so he asked him to go back first, saying that he would call after the wine party was over.

So Wei Wen took the car of Little Green Tea and went together. The two of them chatted all over the world, even though they didn't mention Director Feng Huai at all, the atmosphere wasn't too awkward.

Shangglala is worthy of being one of the top business hotels in city b. Although this place is full of people coming and going, it is orderly and there is no noise or hustle and bustle.

The surrogate driver took the car and parked it in the reserved parking space, then a doorman guided Wei Wen and Little Green Tea into the private room.

The lobby of the hotel is magnificent, and the decorations in the private rooms are even more luxurious.

A waiter bowed and opened the door from both sides, Little Green Tea stepped in first, Wei Wen was parallel to him, and followed behind half of his shoulder.

As far as the eye can see is the background wall of a huge ink landscape painting, with splashes of ink, it can be seen from the hands of famous masters.The color of the dining table is plain and elegant, and the dark grain carpet, mahogany screen and low table embellish the simple Chinese style.

This place is indeed a suitable place to entertain director Feng Huai - he has a strong hometown plot and a deep love for traditional Chinese culture.

Some people were already sitting in the private room, and there were not too many conversations among them.

Wei Wen glanced around, but he didn't see Director Feng Huai's shadow.On the other hand, the four or five men who sat down could tell that their status was not mediocre just by looking at their clothes.

The waiter behind him has slowly closed the door.

Wei Wen's eyes moved slightly, and immediately remembered Xia Chan's reminder during the day, and his right leg took half a step back vigilantly.

Little Green Tea stretched out her hand to hold Wei Wen, there was nothing strange on her smiling face, she just lowered her head and whispered into his ear, explaining: "These are all old friends of director Feng Huai, and it's inevitable to see them all when I finally go back to China See you. Director Feng hasn't arrived yet, and my mother is on her way to pick him up."

Wei Wen paused for a while on the main seat where his eyes were empty, and then nodded.

Then I felt that I might be too sensitive. In this kind of banquet, it is very normal for the guest of honor to arrive late and make others wait for a while. Everyone deliberately arrived early to show respect.

Little Green Tea greeted everyone with a smile from the moment he entered the door. He completely lost his reservedness and aloofness in front of the media cameras. His tone was extremely gentle, even a little flattering.

First, he introduced Wei Wen to those four or five men one by one - as expected by Wei Wen, the few present were either producers or investors.

Then he affectionately pulled Wei Wen to sit next to a middle-aged man with a fat body and greasy hair, and introduced with a smile: "This is the CEO of Shengshi Media, Mr. Huang."

Shengshi Media is also one of the top entertainment groups in China, and its status in the world is second only to Lingxiao Group.I don't know if it's because of his business rival, Wei Wen instinctively doesn't like this Mr. Huang, but he also nodded politely and said hello to Mr. Huang.

Wei Wen's seat was sandwiched between President Huang and Little Green Tea, which made him a little uncomfortable.But seeing that the position was relatively close to the vacant main seat, and since he was the youngest in the private room and had no qualifications, he didn't raise any objections.

As soon as the two sat down, waiters in cheongsams filed in and began to serve food.

Wei Wen was alert again: "Is it appropriate for us to hold the meeting like this before Director Feng comes?"

Little Green Tea said carelessly: "Feng Dao is casual by nature, and he is used to staying in Europe, and he doesn't have the rules of banquets in our country. Originally, it was just a gathering of friends. If it seems too deliberate, Feng Dao will be unhappy .”

This was a bit far-fetched, Wei Wen was dubious, but the people had already sat down and the dishes were served, if he left the table at this time without a reason to say, he would probably offend all these bigwigs in the industry.

Wei Wen himself didn't care too much about offending people, but he was afraid that Qi Xiao would not be able to do well when he saw them in the future, so he had no choice but to settle down when they came.

During the dinner, Wei Wen tried his best to keep his mouth closed, focused on eating, and didn't get involved in any topics.Keep the sense of presence to a minimum, and wait for director Feng Huai's guidance with peace of mind.

But things are always difficult.

After drinking for three rounds, Little Green Tea picked up the wine glass, patted his forehead, and said loudly: "Oh, look at my head, why do I only care about chatting with Xiao Weiwei? I have eaten so much food, and I haven't toasted President Huang yet." What about the wine. It should be punished, it should be punished."

After speaking, he stood up, passed Wei Wen with his arms, and held out the cup in the direction of Mr. Huang.

One mouthful and one "Xiaoweiwei" called each other very affectionately, and it fell into the ears of others, as if the two were good brothers who had known each other for a long time.

"That's right, you should be punished." Mr. Huang glanced at Little Green Tea meaningfully, then moved his eyes to Wei Wen and scrutinized him blatantly, and said in a frivolous tone: "However, I have already drank your wine I'm tired of it, but for today's cup, I would rather drink the one respected by Teacher Xiaowei."

Little Green Tea's eyes moved slightly, and he smiled: "Hey, why did you forget about this. Xiao Weiwei is here, and it's my turn to drink there." As he spoke, he bumped Wei Wen's arm again, pretending to blame and said: "Don't be dazed, hurry up and toast Mr. Huang."

Although Wei Wen has been protected by Xia Chan these years, he has been protected quite well.But after all, in the mixed entertainment industry, as a little-known third-tier mess card, this kind of wine game must always be experienced.

Therefore, Wei Wen is very clear about what to do on any occasion - whether he likes it or not, he must drink this wine.

Not only to not offend Mr. Huang, but also to avoid being criticized for being too ungrateful when seeing Feng Huai later.

Wei Wen sighed secretly in his heart, then poured himself half a glass of red wine, held it up with both hands, with an impeccable smile on his face: "Since Mr. Huang doesn't dislike it, then Wei Wen respects you."

On the surface, Mr. Huang looked friendly, but he couldn't help but press the wrist that was about to be raised with his palm: "Xiaowei, this is not how you drink wine."

While speaking, he took another bottle of wine from the tray of the waiter behind him.

The cap had been removed, but the wine was untouched and contained strong vodka.

Mr. Huang picked up the empty wine glass in his hand, poured a full glass of vodka, and handed it to Wei Wen: "It's the first time we meet, Xiao Wei, you must be sincere in your toast."

This is a little more subtle.

Qi Xiaohe's label had long been attached to Wei Wen, regardless of whether the marriage was true or not, it was confirmed by the state anyway.Therefore, everyone in the entertainment circle knew who Wei Wen was, so there was no need to recruit him to be uncomfortable.

But right now, Boss Huang's glass of wine is a slap in the face if it is light, but it is a naked provocation if it is serious.

What was even more strange was that no one came out to smooth things over, and no one spoke out to stop them. Instead, they watched the excitement and waited quietly for Wei Wen's actions.

Wei Wen looked at the yellow liquid in the cup and frowned. He was considering whether to turn around and leave immediately.

Little Green Tea suddenly pushed Wei Wen, and urged him in a low voice: "Hurry up and drink, Director Feng will be here soon, let's go out to greet him after drinking."

In this situation, the word "Feng Huai" is like a magic spell cast on the little star's head in an instant.

Wei Wen closed his eyes, picked up the goblet filled with vodka, and drank it in one gulp, with the mouth of the glass facing Mr. Huang: "Okay, I'll finish this glass of wine. Mr. Huang, use it slowly, I'm a little I'm bored, let's go out and get some air."

Seeing Wei Wen's shortness of breath because of drinking strong alcohol, the smile on Boss Huang's face became heavier, and he grabbed Wei Wen's wrist: "Don't rush away...Xiao Wei, I'm actually very Those who are optimistic about you, why don't you come to Shengshi Media to work?"

Wei Wen shook his arm in disgust, but he didn't shake it off, so he said indifferently, "I'm sorry, I'm already married to Mr. Qi, so I can't work in another company."

But Mr. Huang seemed to have heard some big joke, and laughed loudly: "So what if you are married? I will leave sooner or later. But I am very generous, I can wait until your public relations are over, how long will it take?" One year? Two years?..."

Wei Wen quickly interrupted him: "Mr. Huang, where did you hear the fake news? What public relations, don't Huaguo even count on marriage certificates now?"

"Look, why did you become angry from embarrassment?" Mr. Huang's eyes were cloudy, and he spoke rudely: "Don't worry, I naturally have my channel, you just need to know how Qi Xiao can give it to you, I will give it to you Nothing less."

While speaking, Wei Wen's greasy palms were already on Wei Wen's trousers, and he began to rub along the outside of his thighs: "Or why does Qi Xiao also have a crush on you? But, the relationship between the two of you was so embarrassing at the beginning, and it will not be easy in the future." If you can't develop anything, you might as well follow me..."

Wei Wen felt nauseous and nauseated: "Mr. Huang, please respect yourself."

Without half a second's hesitation, he pushed Mr. Huang's hand away, stood up, turned around and walked towards the door.

Five years ago, Wei Wen, who had nothing to rely on, dared to pour a glass of red wine in the face of an investor, but now that he has Qi Xiaohe, he will not let others do whatever they want.

"Wei Wen, don't toast and refuse to eat fine wine." Mr. Huang's sinister voice came from behind: "Do you think you can walk out of this door safely today?"

Before Mr. Huang could finish his sentence, Wei Wen felt his eyes go dark, and a feeling of suffocation and dizziness went straight to his brain. He couldn't even stand firmly, and had to support the wall so as not to fall.

Wei Wen's heart tightened suddenly - although he can't drink well, he won't be drunk after just one drink.

Staggering a few steps, he said angrily in disbelief: "You guys actually put medicine in the wine?"

"Don't worry, it's just for you to sleep well and not hurt your body." Mr. Huang smiled coldly: "However, you have to be more obedient and good-looking in the future, otherwise there will be no such gentle things for you to use next time."

Then he turned his head to the other people present, shook his head with emotion, and said, "Little Green Tea told me to use some medicine before I came here. I still don't believe it. How can there be any chaste and strong women in our circle? I didn't expect it, it really made me feel sick." I've run into a hothead."

Wei Wen was dizzy for a while, and his brain was almost unable to think. He never imagined that human nature can be so bad, let alone that the sky is bright and bright, and someone dares to be so blatantly forcing|good|becoming|prostitution.

Wei Wen felt that Mr. Huang was approaching step by step, approaching him. He wanted to escape, but his limbs seemed to be filled with lead and could not move... Wei Wen was almost overwhelmed by despair. It became more and more difficult to breathe, like a dying fish struggling desperately, but it couldn't escape the bloody fishing net no matter what.

"Bang" with a loud noise.

The door of the private room was pushed open from the outside, and a gust of cold wind poured into the whole room with a strong chill, blowing away the originally ambiguous and sticky atmosphere in the closed room.

For a moment, everyone in the private room was startled by this unexpected guest and fell silent.

Qi Xiaohe walked in with big strides, his eyes were serious, and his voice was as cold as a cold blade piercing a person's bones: "Mr. Huang, you have become more and more competitive these years, and the abacus dared to hit my wife."

Wei Wen felt in a daze that he fell into a warm chest, as if everything around him was safe, he subconsciously held Qi Xiaohe's suit jacket tightly.

Qi Xiaohe embraced the whole person in his arms, looked down at Wei Wen's trembling fingers, and softly comforted him with distress: "It's okay, it's okay. Sleep for a while first."

"Qi Xiaohe! What are you doing? Are you really planning to fight with me to death for such a little boy?" Mr. Huang felt that he had lost face in front of everyone, and tried to stop him, saying loudly: "I am not afraid of you when others are afraid of you." ,you……"

Qi Xiaohe raised his eyes again, his sharp brows and deep pupils were like a heart-piercing sword.

Without saying a word, he walked up to Boss Huang, snatched the wine glass from his hand, and threw it down hard, causing the glass to shatter on the floor.

The shards of glass splashed to the ground and bounced back, making several long bloody cuts on Mr. Huang's calf.

In fact, Qi Xiao wished that it was Boss Huang's head that fell to the ground at this moment.