Twenty kilometers to Yise Pavilion.
Zhang Jing accompanied Ding Jiaqi into a women's dress shop. After all, she was 1.7 meters tall, weighed 95 pounds, had a barely C bust, fair skin, and a little flesh on her face.
With this body type, she looks good in anything she wears.
Ding Jiaqi immediately picked out a not-so-dazzling but rather delicate white dress, paired with a pair of crystal high-heeled shoes.
When she walked out of the changing room, Zhang Jing's heart almost jumped out of his chest.
It was so beautiful, pure and clean, and his heart was beating wildly. Zhang Jing praised, "It's beautiful, it's perfect."
Even the clothing store proprietress was surprised and lamented that this dress seemed to be tailor-made for Ding Jiaqi.
Ding Jiaqi had a faint blush on her face and turned around, she also liked it very much.
The clothes are good, but the price is not cheap, 900 yuan.
Crystal high heels are NT$300, and the set is NT$1,200.
There are still about 3 million rice equivalent in Xiangjiang dollars in the Xiangjiang Bank card, so I don’t feel bad spending money at all.
Back in the car, Zhang Jing calmed down his racing heart and concentrated on driving. He arrived at the manor at 1032 84th Avenue in half an hour.
After confirming the invitation, the black iron gate of the manor was retracted into the walls on both sides, and Zhang Jing drove the car into the interior of the manor.
Follow the internal road to the entrance of the main villa of the manor, where many luxury cars are parked.
It's a little surprising. Luxury cars are luxury cars. There are not many young luxury cars like Bentley coupes. Instead, they are mainly luxury nanny cars and high-end business cars.
This shows that the age of partygoers is generally not young.
This is also true. Customers come to the door at about the same time. It seems that most of them are middle-aged and elderly people, all of whom are well-mannered and exquisitely dressed.
Wen Li received guests at the door of the villa. She looked kind and kind with a smile. She greeted an old white man and said, "Good evening, Mr. Gavin. Welcome to my humble home."
"Good evening Mrs. Xu, it is an honor to receive your invitation to the party. This is my grandson Gowers."
Wen Li looked at the young man next to Gavin and praised: "You are a very handsome young man. Where do you work?"
Zhang Jing and Ding Jiaqi were lined up behind Gowers. He looked polite and distinguished.
"I'm still studying for a master's degree in finance at the University of California."
"The future is bright." Wen Li praised.
Zhang Jing didn't know what a master's degree in finance from the University of California meant. The young man was very confident and looked very powerful.
A few words, it's Zhang Jing and Ding Jiaqi's turn.
"Good evening," Zhang Jing greeted. "When I received the invitation, I read it carefully several times and thought it was a printing error."
"That's right," Wen Li confirmed, "your invitation was handwritten by me myself."
Zhang Jing bowed slightly and said, "This is my honor."
I can't do it without honor, for fear of being hanged.
Wen Li looked at Ding Jiaqi and praised sincerely: "What a beautiful girl."
"Good evening, Grandma Wen." Ding Jiaqi looked well-behaved, had a pleasant voice, and had a sweet mouth.
"Good evening," Wen Li seemed to be in a good mood, "Zhang Jing loves to eat delicious food. I have prepared a lot of delicious food for you to enjoy."
With a few simple words, follow the waiter's guidance and enter the Nuo living room.
The layout of the furniture in the room has been changed for the party, making it look more spacious.
For a buffet-style party, there are three long tables on three sides, covered with white tablecloths and filled with a lot of sumptuous food and fine wine.
There were also some waiters, dressed in formal attire, holding trays with fragrant and delicious champagne.
"Brother Zhang," Ding Jiaqi whispered softly with an uncertain tone, "Why do I feel that the old lady treats you differently?"
“Because the work was commissioned twice, it was completed smoothly.”
"What commission?"
"A secret that cannot be told," Zhang Jing shrugged, "otherwise it will most likely cause trouble."
When Zhang Jing said this, Ding Jiaqi gave up questioning and glanced at the many guests, "I guess they are all Seattle's upper-class celebrities, but it's a pity that we don't know them."
"It doesn't matter whether it's the upper level or the lower level," Zhang Jing said with open eyes, "Now that we're here, we have to pay back the gas cost no matter what."
Ding Jiaqi smiled, she liked Zhang Jing's optimistic spirit, and looked at the food prepared for the party.
It doesn't matter if you don't look at it, you will be shocked when you look at it.
Crystal clear and plump caviar, wine-flavored foie gras, and snowflake steak.
These three things support the scene. In comparison, the King Crab and Aolong appear a bit weak.
There are also various Chinese dishes, mainly southern dim sum, each of which is exquisite.
Western food includes pizza and various fruit pies.
The food is good and the drinks are even more extraordinary, including Princess Louise champagne, botrytis wine from Chateau John Hill, Chivas Regal and other whiskeys, and so on.
The overall result is one sentence: food is like hills, champagne and wine are like rivers.
"Brother Zhang, these foods and drinks are very expensive. If you use so much to entertain guests, the wealth and energy of the old lady may be beyond imagination."
Zhang Jing is already accustomed to killing so many people and still having a party happily. How can his energy be so low?
After a while, all the guests arrived.
Wen Li, with a calm expression and a happy expression, a pearl necklace around her neck and a blue dress, stood at seat C of the living room accompanied by the butler.
"Thank you for your long-term support for the Xu family's development in Seattle," the living room was quiet, and Wen Li's voice was soft but could be heard. "Xu Sike has passed away seven years ago, and my grandson Xu Lin died unexpectedly five years ago;
There was a time when I thought that the hopes of Xu Sike and the Xu family would end in my hands. God bless, this did not happen. "
Wen Li's wine speech made the guests a little confused. Everyone knew that she had more than one grandchild, and the death of Xu Lin was not a big deal.
What's more, the Xu family has deep roots and luxuriant leaves. How can hope be broken?
There are also smart people who understand that Wen Li has another meaning, and this judgment is not the other judgment.
Wen Li was in a good mood. She took the champagne handed over by the butler and said cheerfully: "Please enjoy the food and wine."
When Zhang Jinggang arrived, he only knew that Wen Li was not easy to mess with. He didn't know the situation of the Xu family, so he felt very awesome.
As Wen Li finished her wine speech, the place became lively, people exchanged glasses of wine, chatted with each other, and took the opportunity to get to know the people they wanted to meet.
Then a band of seven or eight people came in carrying various instruments, sat in the corner, and played soothing music.
People danced the tango in the middle of the field.
"Brother Zhang, can you dance?" Ding Jiaqi asked expectantly.
"Won't."
"I teach you."
Zhang Jing didn't hesitate and agreed immediately. Ding Jiaqi was too tempting tonight. If he didn't dance with her, he would worry about her being snatched away by others.
At the edge of the dance floor, Zhang Jing looked into Ding Jiaqi's eyes and gently put his right hand on her lower back, without hugging her, but gently pressed against it.
The left hand is held together with Ding Jiaqi's.
As the music started, he walked at first, then took three steps and ran back twice.
There was definitely a fight under the legs, but fortunately there were examples around him, and Zhang Jing made rapid progress.
At the end of the song, Zhang Jing reluctantly let go of Ding Jiaqi's soft body.
At this time, the handsome and wealthy man named Gowers came over. The gentleman extended his hand to Ding Jiaqi and said, "Hello, beautiful lady, can I ask you to dance?"
Zhang Jing's heart skipped a beat, and at first he felt as if his heart had been stolen. He subconsciously stopped him, "No!"
Gowers looked at Ding Jiaqi and waited for the answer.
Ding Jiaqi shook his head, "No."
Not getting the results he wanted, Gowers left.
