When I said this, people around me looked at me strangely, looking at me like a country bumpkin in the most remote mountainous area five thousand miles away.
When I entered the Grand View Garden for the first time, I felt like the most rustic and bottom-class rubbish.
"How did you get in? Who let you in?"
"It's really funny. How do the Secret Service see the gate?"
"That's right. How about a first-level confidential meeting? Can such a person be let in? It's a first-level accident, right?"
"I'm afraid he's not a spy."
"It's possible."
The people around me were pointing fingers at me, looking very unfriendly and full of malice.
The restaurant receptionist explained politely: "Sir, this is a special restaurant. You need a meal ticket to dine."
"You can't eat without a meal ticket. Please go outside."
I said calmly: "I'm just here for the meeting. No one told me to ask for a meal ticket."
The receptionist was a little confused and asked hesitantly: "Which unit are you from? Let me check it for you."
"Fangzhou!"
The receptionist immediately nodded and read the roster.
"Fangzhou?! Which Fangzhou?"
"Which other Fangzhou is there? It's the former Fangzhou Natural Science Society."
"Oh! Tsk! Tsk!"
"I thought it was a high-end unit? It turns out to be Ma Zhongchao's useless Fangzhou."
"You are Ma Zhongchao's subordinate, right? Why are you, Fangzhou, here having a meeting?"
A cold and sharp female voice came: "He is not Ma Zhongchao's subordinate, he is the last sword holder in Fangzhou."
On the left hand side, a glamorous woman with stunning eyes and a superb temperament came over step by step and shouted coldly: "You don't know the famous child teacher?"
The cold and charming woman was none other than Mu Qingqing, whom she hadn't seen for a long time.
Although the beauty of the green wood is not as good as the moonlight, the flowers sink into the fish and the geese fall, the beauty of the country and the fragrance of the sky are adequate.
Wearing a pure black summer one-piece professional dress and her white jade body that dominates the frost and snow, it instantly adds to the beauty of the entire restaurant.
She was from a famous family, so her ladylike temperament and aura made Mu Qingqing the focus of everyone's attention.
Countless elites looked at Mu Qingqing with the deepest fascination.
"I don't know the Iron Lion and the Mud Lion, the boy's teacher. He doesn't deserve to be known to me either."
"That's right. I don't know the last sword holder. I do know the last emperor, and he's a relative of ours."
"Fangzhou is just a poor person who transferred his residence to a private enterprise. Does he deserve to have dinner with us?"
The loyal loyal dog-licking fans beside him all sneered and made sarcastic remarks.
"I'm sorry. I forgot to bring my meal ticket."
The person in charge of the restaurant immediately saluted Mu Qingqing and fawned: "Miss Mu, you don't want a meal ticket. I have your list here."
With that said, the person in charge of the restaurant presented the plate with both hands and said with the utmost flattery, "Welcome to dine with us. I wish you a pleasant meal."
Mu Qingqing was as arrogant as a green peacock. He glanced at me coldly, with unspeakable resentment in his moist eyes: "It's really disgusting and disappointing. Wherever I go, I meet the broom star."
When these words came out, a group of licking dogs immediately transformed into flower protectors and pointed fingers: "You. Take the dinner plate. Go to the corner to eat. Don't stare at me.".z.
"Don't make me say it a second time. Otherwise, you will look good."
"Get out of here!"
"Qingqing, don't argue with this little red guy. After the meeting, we will go back to the Magic City and I will take you to eat delicious food."
Being held up by a bunch of licking dogs, Mu Qingqing was even more proud and arrogant: "I don't dare to argue with him. His master is Xia Ding, and he is the boss of Fangzhou. I can't afford to offend him."
The next second, a handsome and handsome man stepped into the field and sneered twice: "Xia Ding? Who is Xia Ding? I've never heard of it."
"Who does Fangzhou mean? Can we survey cattle?"
"Our geological survey has just finished the land transfer, and the team's strength has greatly increased.
Twice as strong. He is a private enterprise in Fangzhou, which is not even considered as the dust under our fingernails. "
As soon as he finished speaking, another person spoke to the crowd coldly and arrogantly: "What's so great about Xia Ding? In front of our god, he is not just a convert, abide by the law, and do things."
Upon seeing this person, Mu Qingqing was immediately surprised: "Xue Ze, sir."
The man named Xue Zexian was only in his thirties. He had first-rate appearance and had a chain of occipital bones, one of the thirty-six odd bones.
This kind of bone appearance itself brings with it a very rich family background and blessings, and it is also an elite in the divine bureau, and it is a good choice among people.
Seeing that this person's life palace still has a palm print, his status in the divine bureau is not low.
The surname is Xue? !
The husband of Long Ling, the only daughter of the Long family, is named Xue.
Still a yellow flag!
This person is a relative of the Long family!
As soon as Xueze appeared first, the surrounding licking dogs immediately turned into bereft dogs. They were jealous and dissatisfied, but they had to lower their heads.
On the other hand, the geological surveyor showed no fear towards Xueze and took the initiative to shake hands with him.
Two promising men of heaven stood on either side of Mu Qingqing as protectors, looking at me with murderous intent.
This woman, Mu Qingqing, has completely healed her scars and forgotten the pain.
In the final analysis, it just didn't hurt her!
It's just that now I don't take Mu Qingqing seriously.
Mu Qingqing used to be a queen from a prestigious family that I couldn't reach even if I looked up to her. Any pair of shoes she wore was worth three years of my salary.
Now……
That’s a nice piece of meat!
However, since the two guardians mentioned Xia Binghai, I will definitely slap them in the face.
At this moment, the receptionist at the restaurant whispered to me: "I'm sorry, sir. I couldn't find your information."
Hearing this, Mu Qingqing immediately stopped and looked back at me, with the corner of his mouth tilted: "Is there no list of him? Take a closer look. This is the sword holder from Fangzhou."
"Indeed. Indeed not."
The restaurant receptionist said in a low voice: "I have checked it three times."
Mu Qingqing's eyes were gleaming, and his voice was as shrill as if he had been given blood.
