Your Most Faithful Companion

In the midsummer night, the heavy rain was like a note, lightning tore through the layers of dark clouds, followed by muffled thunder, rumbling.

In the Imperial Oil Painting Academy, the medieval church-style glass stained glass windows illuminate the bright lights inside. "Zero Degree" will host a fashion charity dinner here to commemorate the tenth anniversary of its publication.

There was a talk before the dinner, and the guests either signed their autographs in front of the exhibition board or took photos in social.

On such occasions, if you don't stay with someone you know and talk and laugh, it will inevitably appear embarrassing and out of place.

Fortunately, Ji Mingshu has never had such troubles.

"Jiang Chun will not come tonight?"

"Should not come anymore."

"Yes, I spent millions to order a pile of rags, and I am afraid that I am unable to do charity temporarily."

The female voices were gentle and gentle, and I really thought it was a concern and regret if I didn't listen carefully. When the topic was finished, the ladies exchanged glances and laughed at the same time.

Ji Mingshu, who was surrounded by the center, remained silent. Although she chuckled, it was not difficult to see that she was lacking in interest and even somewhat absent-minded.

Upon seeing this, someone jumped off the topic without a trace, "Ming Shu, did your dress go to Paris for a try two days ago? It's beautiful."

"No, I just made a preliminary sample of the one I tried two days ago. This one was made during the Gaoding week of last autumn and winter." Ji Mingshu replied.

Everyone has done it before, and there are a few things that are not rare, but the dress skirts are millions of dollars at every turn, and it is not easy to repeat them. Like Ji Mingshu, it is too luxurious to wear as an ordinary dinner dress.

None of them concealed their envious look, as usual, they followed the words and complimented them.

Ji Mingshu didn't know if he heard it, his expression was plain. In the end, it was considered to give them face. After drinking a small glass of red wine, and leaving the sentence "enjoy", they left with Gu Kaiyang, the upcoming deputy editor of "Zero".

As soon as Ji Mingshu left, the ladies secretly relieved.

Ji Mingshu was obviously not in the state tonight, saying that Jiang Chun was not interested in jokes, and she did not respond to her skirts, not knowing why it was so difficult to serve.

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"What do you want, there are several flower plastic flower flattering effort to listen, quick to help me to look at the banquet hall, but your sister were children of the big day, and if that **** azurite dare to do things in the ballroom tonight, You tore her to me!"

Gu Kaiyang smiled and nodded frequently to greet the guests as he walked to the banquet hall. The voice floated out of the raised lips, and was squashed by three points while being lowered.

Ji Mingshu raised his eyebrows. Before she could answer, there was a commotion behind him, and the two turned their heads one after another.

I don't know which big brand arrived, and the click of the flashing light at the door became rush. The reporters who were still doing interviews numbly abandon the object at hand, rushing to the edge of the display board at the end of the red carpet, huddled together.

Gu Kaiyang squinted his eyes and recognized, "It seems that Su Cheng has arrived. You help me look here, I'll go first."

She reacted quickly, and when she was halfway through her words, she had already started.

Ji Mingshu looked at the crowded outside room from a distance. He didn't pay much attention, but suddenly he caught a glimpse of the familiar and unfamiliar figure next to Su Cheng from the gap, his back straightened instantly.

The figure standing beside Su Cheng looked in her direction as if it was inductive, and his eyes passed through the crowds and bursts of white light, as if it was stained with the coolness of the summer rainy night, cold and far away. .

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A quarter of an hour later, the red carpet filming and interviews in front of the exhibition board were all over, and the guests were introduced into the banquet hall and took their seats one by one according to the positions arranged earlier.

The layout of the banquet hall tonight was designed by Ji Mingshu.

The lights in the hall were like waterfalls, and the band played Mozart's Symphony No. 40 in G minor. In the center of each table, there is a warm white rose that arrived by air transport only this morning. The rose petals are fresh and full, and the edges are still light pink. The waiter in vest and bow tie held up the disc with one hand, and shuttled back and forth between the temples, shadows, clothes, and fragrance.

Flashy, but so.

Gu Kaiyang's previous worries were a bit redundant. He learned that Ji Mingshu personally performed the banquet scene. The person who wanted to be a demon stopped thinking about it 800 years ago. When the group president took the stage to speak, there was no error in the banquet hall.

After the president finished his speech, May, the editor-in-chief of "Zero Degree", took the stage.

Sister May loves to talk about expired chicken soup. She probably wanted to pay tribute to the "devil" Miranda's strategizing. This time, the abruptness in the chicken soup also contained seismic changes in the magazine.

Everyone at the scene was human beings. When she cueed to the "new deputy editor-in-chief", everyone subconsciously looked at Gu Kaiyang.

Gu Kaiyang is like a little white swan victorious, holding his body up, the corners of his eyes and eyebrows are filled with uncontrollable joy.

Some people just glanced at her, then looked at Ji Mingshu sitting next to her, such as Su Cheng.

Su Cheng has two in his forties this year. He holds countless queen trophies, and has married three big bosses. Whether in the fashion circle of the showbiz circle or in the celebrity circle today, he has a pivotal position.

She tilted her head slightly, leaned close to the man next to her, and joked in a tone of listening to junior gossip: "Why didn't she accompany Mingshu? I was awkward?"

The man raised his eyes and looked at Ji Mingshu not far away, tapping the wall of the cup lightly with his fingertips. The frequency was surprisingly consistent with the movement of the platinum watch on his wrist.

After a while, he didn't answer the conversation, and seemed to be smiling, but the smile did not reach his eyes.

Su Cheng only regarded him as acquiescence, and whispered to him how to coax girls.

He nodded, his gaze did not take away—

I haven't seen him for two years. Ji Mingshu is still the same as before. Even if he is cold and expressionless, his face is so bright that he can't lose sight of the room full of stars tonight.

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The afterparty after the dinner was arranged as a charity auction, and the guests who stayed to participate moved to the small hall on the other side.

"Tahiti natural black pearl and diamond necklace, lot 029, donated by Ms. Su Cheng..."

The auctioneer on the stage was introducing the lot, but Ji Mingshu first scanned the lot information on the roster.

Her heart was soft, she guessed someone was going to spend money tonight, and Bo Ying smiled.

As soon as this thought shook in his mind, the auctioneer reported: "The starting price is 800,000!"

"850,000!"

"Nine hundred thousand!"

"one million!"

As soon as the voice fell, the price quickly refreshed.

When the bidding reached three million, many people looked sideways to the rear right of Ji Mingshu, and some even couldn't help whispering on this occasion.

Ji Mingshu didn't move, and without looking back, she could also imagine that the person was calm and calm when he frequently held cards.

"Five million, now there are five million."

"Five million once, five million twice, five million three times!"

"Boom!"

The hammer fell with a dull sound.

"This necklace, five million...? Who is that man?"

The little star who had just entered the circle sitting at the end also saw that the price of the necklace was too high, and could not help but whispered to the agent beside him.

"Cen Sen..." the agent muttered thoughtfully, "Why did he come back suddenly?"

The little girl entered Vanity Fair for the first time. She felt fresh when she saw and heard everything. She caught the key words and asked: "That man is Cen Sen? Is he good?"

The newcomer can’t catch up with Cen Sen for the time being, and I will see the world when I bring it out today. The agent is too lazy to explain to her. He just lowers his head, crackles and presses his mobile phone under the table to give several other women who are more experienced. Star delivers first-hand news.

There are not a few people whispering around the scene like this agent.

Prince Jingjian Cen's family went to Australia to explore overseas markets, and has not appeared in China for two years. Appearing on an occasion like tonight without warning, and acting in an uncharacteristically high-profile manner, it seems to be a signal——

The civil war that lasted for several years at Jingjian ended.

If there are no accidents, after tonight, there will be another person in the Forty-Nine City that makes people talk about it.

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In fact, attending this charity dinner was originally not part of Cen Sen's plan.

However, he has always acted without dripping water. He was temporarily entrusted to accompany Su Cheng to attend. Not only did he show the patience in attending various activities with his elders in his early years, but he also photographed the pearl necklace donated by Su Cheng and claimed to be a beloved thing for many years.

This kind of small-scale auction of fashion magazines is meant to donate your heart to your heart. Cen Sen's raising the price can be said to have done enough for Su Cheng.

Su Cheng smiled and said slowly, "I will be free, you and Ming Shu will come to eat at home."

This is regarded as suffering.

At the end of the auction, many people's eyes fell on Cen Sen.

He was still sitting in the dark, loosened the Windsor knot of his neckline, folded his legs and leaned back.

There were many guests tonight, and he and Su Cheng arrived relatively late, and many people didn't know he was here.

Now that I know, those who know will naturally come forward to greet and talk, and those who do not know will also want to get together to get familiar.

Ji Mingshu sat still in his seat, looking straight at the already empty booth, with a cold expression.

Gu Kaiyang was horrified to see that the excitement of defeating class enemies for promotion and salary increase faded away when Cen Sen made several bids for Su Cheng's pearl necklace.

She asked in a low voice, "When did your husband return? Did you two fight?"

"No."

Ji Mingshu only answered the latter question, because she did not know the answer to the former question.

I don't know how long it took, and a pair of black leather shoes slowly stepped into her sight.

The shoes are familiar, and the lacing method is unique. Almost the moment when the line of sight touches the upper, Ji Mingshu's mind has the appearance of its owner.

"Ming Shu, go home."

His voice is neither high nor low, ordinary and ordinary, giving Ji Mingshu the illusion that they are normal couples and meet every day.

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"I'm driving here... I really..." Gu Kaiyang stepped on a ten-centimeter stiletto heel and was secretly dragged out by Ji Mingshu, a little unsteady. "You guys go home when you go home, why do you pull me? ..."

"You want to send it."

Ji Mingshu looked at it coldly, and blocked all the remaining words in her throat.

The heavy rain outside the oil painting academy stopped at first, and the night was so thick that there was no light. The wind was blowing, half of it was cold, and half of it was hot and humid in summer.

The driver respectfully opened the passenger door.

Seeing that there was no sign of Cen Sen sitting up, Ji Mingshu stepped forward subconsciously, but Cen Sen suddenly raised his hand to block him, and then looked towards Gu Kaiyang without a trace.

Gu Kaiyang struck a spirit, hurried forward in small steps, especially consciously got on the co-driver, to make room for the young couple in the back row.

"Well, just send me to Starport International, thank you."

After reporting the address to the driver, Gu Kaiyang glanced at the indifferent couple in the back seat through the rearview mirror.

——The two of them looked ahead and ignored each other. The distance between the seats was about two hundred catties.

Bentley drove into the main road for three full minutes without making any noise in the carriage. Gu Kaiyang felt that no matter how quiet it was, four people in a car might be suffocated alive.

She was brewing a topic to break the silence in the car, and Boss Cen suddenly said, "Miss Gu has been promoted, congratulations."

Gu Kaiyang followed his instinct and laughed twice, "Thank you, thank you." By the way, the business blew each other, "It's been a long time since Mr. Cen has seen him, and he broke out tonight."

Ji Mingshu gave her a blank look in the rearview mirror.

"A burst?" Cen Sen was unfamiliar with the new vocabulary.

Without waiting for Gu Kaiyang to explain, Ji Mingshu stopped by: "You think it's okay for you to B burst."