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Shen Zhifei had nothing to do in Linwan, so he ran to Anshu's bar every other day.

While checking last month's balance sheet, An Shu looked up at Shen Zhifei who had been sitting by the counter for a long time: "What's wrong with you so idle?"

Shen Zhifei sighed, and drank the remaining black tea in the cup, "Yeah, I'm too busy to panic."

The bad breakup with Zhang Yao earlier cast a shadow on her, Zhang Yao had a clear attitude, it was clear that she was unwilling to forgive, it was okay to be friends, but not lovers.So Shen Zhifei's ostrich temper came up, and he didn't dare to go to Zhang Yao for nothing, for fear that Zhang Yao would be unhappy, and he wouldn't even have friends.

Then she has nowhere to cry.

An Shu reconciled the account, saved the file, and closed the page, "I haven't seen you and my sister go further when I'm free."

Come again and again.

Shen Zhifei turned her head helplessly, "Sister An Shu, stop making trouble."

It's not that she doesn't know that her heart belongs to her, and she always teases herself on a whim.

An Shu's smile didn't diminish, but she raised half of her eyebrows: "Why, why don't you let people tease you anymore? What do you care about me? Unless you can be tempted!"

"Sister An Shu—" Shen Zhifei dragged out his voice, "Don't you understand that my heart is not moving?"

She suppressed her smile and turned back to play with the coasters on the table, but she didn't see An Shu's sudden dark eyes.

An Shu quickly adjusted her expression, she still had that gentle look, and she said, "It's clear, I don't know where God can make you remember for so many years."

"Hey." An Shu came out from the counter and sat opposite to Shen Zhifei, "What's so good about her?"

Shen Zhifei stared blankly at the occasional passing car outside the door, and shook his head.

"I don't know what's so good about her." Shen Zhifei said, "But I just can't forget it."

Zhang Yao may be relatively indifferent to unfamiliar people, but she can control this degree well, often making people feel that she is cold and not aloof, and her ability to solve problems is obvious to all, giving people a very reliable feeling .

It's just that Zhang Yao was not quite the same as before when she was in love. In the past, there was always a smile on her expressionless face, and even the indifference in her eyes was covered with the warmth of the spring breeze in March. Acting like a baby at Shen Zhifei.

A person who looks mature and stable, who is called Bingshan Senior Sister by her juniors, acts coquettishly but completely disregards her goddess image, her pouty lips and big blinking eyes are big killers, shocking Shen Zhifei's heart felt soft, and he had no power to resist.

Shen Zhifei rested his chin with one hand, and drew circles on the table with the other.

Maybe Zhang Yao is good everywhere, anyway, she just likes it very much.

An Shu looked at Shen Zhifei's eyes and the corners of his mouth that gradually turned, and felt a little confused about what it was like.

She knocked on the table, "Hey, hey, can you stop your idiot eyes? You are responsible for the loss if my customers scare away."

Shen Zhifei stuck out his tongue, "I'm not responsible, I'm poor and I can't afford it."

An Shu wanted to say something else, when Shen Zhifei's cell phone rang, she held it up and shook it, "I'm not poor anymore, I'll send you a message."

Han Youcheng sent her an invitation to attend the engagement ceremony at the Royal Hotel in Hanjiang next weekend.

Even though he already had a certain understanding of Han Youcheng's speed, Shen Zhifei couldn't help sighing in his heart.As expected of you, Young Master Han.

Shen Zhifei: "Congratulations."

Han Youcheng: "Thank you, thank you, Boss Shen's reward must come!"

Shen Zhifei: "Okay."

On the weekend, Shen Zhifei changed several clothes in front of the full-length mirror. No matter what she said, she still occupied the friends table of both the bride and groom, so she couldn't just dress casually as usual.After all, it is also a lifelong event for others. It is hard to say whether this is the only time in this life, but now I must go with the idea of ​​​​only one time.

In the end, Shen Zhifei was defeated by his own outfit level, and chose a more pertinent outfit from the recommendation of the mobile app.

Shen Zhifei looked thinner with the loose white shirt on his body. The hem of the shirt was tucked into the waistband of his trousers. His slender waist was obvious. He wore a pair of black wide-leg pants on his lower body. On his feet were a pair of slender high-heeled shoes. The buckles are designed a bit, and the rhinestones will be exposed from the slits of the wide-leg pants as she walks.

Shen Zhifei took two steps back and forth, looking at himself in the mirror with nothing wrong, and satisfactorily let go of the hair tied up behind his head. After completing this set of movements, Shen Zhifei patted the dust on his hands that didn't exist.

Not bad, at least it doesn't look like they are going to snatch a kiss.

It is 07:30 in the morning, and Shen Zhifei has to drive to Hanjiang City, and she will arrive at 09:30 at the latest, so she slows down as she has plenty of time.

Before starting the car, please ask the landlord to call a cleaning lady to tidy up your apartment.

She has been in Linwan for more than a month, and Shen Zhiming contacted her every week, and the child has not been back on weekends, so it is estimated that the uncovered places in the house have already fallen into dust.

The road conditions were good. When Shen Zhifei arrived at the Royal Hotel, it was only five minutes past nine. Under the guidance of the waiter, she parked the car and got out of the car with her handbag.

The Royal Hotel, worthy of its name, is resplendent and magnificent, with carved beams and painted buildings, even the statues at the door are painted with gold paint.

Shen Zhifei looked all the way along with the guides, the red carpet was spread so long, from the door to the outdoor stage, those who didn't know it thought that Han Youcheng's family had some kind of throne to inherit.

Han Youcheng was communicating with the master of ceremonies in the audience. In fact, he had already said almost the same thing, but his old man was worried and asked him to check again. He was a little absent-minded at the moment. When he saw Shen Zhifei coming in from the entrance, he patted the master of ceremonies on the shoulder : "Okay, okay, I understand, you just follow the procedure in a while." Then he left the master of ceremonies aside.

Shen Zhifei looked at Han Youcheng who was running towards him, and smiled interestingly.

This guy has a good figure, and his suit looks like a hanger on him. If it weren't for his unreliable temperament, he would really be able to fascinate a few young and beautiful girls.

Han Youcheng stood still in front of Shen Zhifei, spread his hands, and asked, "How is it, buddy, is he handsome today?"

"Handsome and handsome," Shen Zhifei twirled his fingers around, pointing at his neckline, "If you're not handsome, does Miss Jing have a crush on your family's money?"

Han Youcheng looked down at her fingertips, and hastily adjusted the tie that had strayed, "How can you say that? My talent alone can attract her."

"If it's a talent like putting a fist in your mouth, don't scare her with it. I'm afraid she'll go back on it." Shen Zhifei bypassed Han Youcheng, intending to carefully appreciate how the scene of the rich man's engagement ceremony is arranged.

The conclusion is that she only sees money, she only smells money, and she sees through the evil capitalism.

She felt that even the interlining of the stage background had to be imported in order to show the wealth and strength of their Han family.

"How is it? Doesn't it look good?" Han Youcheng came over.

Shen Zhifei smacked her lips. If she had to say something to maintain her temperament of not envious of money, she could only say that it looked good against her conscience.

"It's quite... grand."

"That's right! Our old man asked me to prepare it myself, and I think it's pretty good!" Han Youcheng proudly brushed back his bangs that were about to be fixed into bricks by high-grade hairspray.

Shen Zhifei could hear his disgust in a low voice: "Hiss, why is this thing so hard?"

After eleven o'clock, almost all the guests arrived, and the dozens of tables outside were filled with people one after another.

Generally speaking, just invite some relatives and friends who are close to each other for an engagement. The formal wedding is only widely advertised, and it is probably because there is too much money to burn. An engagement ceremony of the Han family is better than other wedding ceremonies. But also grand.

The number of guests invited is also several times that of normal circumstances.

The tables closest to the table are relatives of the bride and groom, and the tables behind are friends.

Shen Zhifei is sitting at the sixth table. She is actually quite familiar with Han Youcheng and Zhao Jing. She really doesn't want to get in touch with Han Youcheng's cronies. After all, they are all children of rich families. There are very few people watching.

"Hello, can you change places with me? I have something to ask Mr. Liu."

Shen Zhifei was staring at the rehearsal of his and Zhang Yao's wedding scene somewhere, when a low female voice came from behind, Shen Zhifei didn't turn his head, "Okay."

For Shen Zhifei, she didn't know this group of men and women anyway, and it didn't make any difference which table she sat at.

"Thank you!" The woman smiled and raised her finger to show her direction, "My seat is over there."

She gave up her seat and got up to find the woman's original position.

The woman pointed at the tables behind, and Shen Zhifei saw that there were two empty seats left at one of the tables. She stretched her legs, walked over slowly, nodded politely to the guests at the same table, and then sat down on the empty seat .

Shen Zhifei flipped through his phone for a while, and the chair beside him was finally pulled away, and someone sat down.

"Excuse me."

When I moved the chair just now, I accidentally touched Shen Zhifei's leg.

This cold voice was mixed with the noisy voices, Shen Zhifei flicked the phone page with his fingers, and immediately after that, a faint scent of perfume lingered in his nostrils.

Surprised that Han Youcheng was on the guest list, Shen Zhifei suddenly didn't dare to raise his head.

Why is Zhang Yao here?

She knew that she and Han Youcheng were friends, the kind of friends who could even help get such important things as wedding ring designs.

Would she mistakenly think that she had encouraged Han Youcheng to send her the invitation?

After all, it's really rare to hire a designer who is only a monetary transaction when you get engaged.

Shen Zhifei bit the bullet and raised his head and smiled, "What a coincidence, we meet again."

Zhang Yao also froze when she was bending over to move the stool forward. She looked at Shen Zhifei with obvious surprise in her eyes, "Well...it's a coincidence."

Zhang Yao looked at Shen Zhifei who was a little flustered with a half-smile, and the corners of her mouth curled up in a happy arc.

What surprised her was not that Shen Zhifei came, but that Shen Zhifei would sit at this table.