Chapter 18 She is just an inferior person in Leng Muchiao’s eyes

Along the way, while driving, Ge Ling asked Luo Xiaoyi how her reading was today, and told her a lot of new gossip in the entertainment industry.

It's not time to get off work yet, and there aren't many cars on the road.

Luo Xiaoyi saw a flower shop passing by, and Zhong Jiayi's sarcastic words came to mind.

The flowers were given by her lover, but Leng Muxiao didn't bother to give them to her.

But who says you can only rely on others to send you flowers?

"Pull over the side of the road."

Ge Ling didn't know why, but he still listened to Xiao Yi's words.

The car stopped right in front of the flower shop. Luo Xiaoyi got out of the car and picked a bouquet of sunflowers.

The flower language of sunflowers is faith, and the baby is her faith.

This flower is for myself and my baby.

When Ge Ling saw Luo Xiaoyi come in with a bouquet of flowers, her eyes were full of tenderness, as if it was a gift from a lover.

"What is this flower?"

Could it be that it was given to Leng Muchiao?

Ge Linggang learned from his colleagues that Leng Muchiao would also go to the welcome dinner, and he felt extremely uncomfortable.

"Can't you buy yourself flowers?"

Hearing this, Ge Ling laughed quickly and said, "Of course you can. Women in our new era can rely on themselves for anything they want, and don't need to rely on stinky men. I will give it to you next time."

Halfway through, Ge Ling's car broke down, so they took a taxi.

After entering the hotel, Luo Xiaoyi realized that it was a bit strange that he was holding a bouquet of flowers.

She was so angry that she bought flowers for herself. After all, Leng Muxiao wanted to change her script for Zhong Jiayi. She was also ridiculed by Zhong Jiayi. No matter how good-tempered she was, she would still get angry.

So Luo Xiaoyi placed the bouquet at the front desk and asked the front desk lady to look at it.

The two followed the waiter to the private room. The moment the door was opened, Luo Xiaoyi froze.

Ge Ling saw Leng Muxiao sitting in the main seat facing them, while Zhong Jiayi sat next to him, clinging to him intimately, feeding him wine and flirting as if no one else was around.

"Who do you think this couple is disgusting about? Why have I never seen Leng Muchiao like to attend such parties so much before? Isn't it true that he doesn't deserve to eat with him on the same stage even though his assets are worth tens of billions?"

There was no wedding ceremony when Luo Xiaoyi married Leng Muchiao. At that time, she wanted him to have a meal with his acquaintances and relatives. Leng Muchiao said that someone with less than tens of billions of assets was not worthy of having a meal with him. He wouldn't. Entertain these lowly people.

But now, is a dinner party for a crew worth his time?

It's not that the people present have become more advanced, but that Zhong Jiayi is the one who needs attention in Leng Muchiao's eyes.

In the past, she had just endured his indifference, but now his double-standard treatment made her even more embarrassed and suffocated.

"Xiao Yi, are you okay? Didn't you know that Leng Muchiao was coming?"

"How about we go?"

Luo Xiaoyi asked Ge Ling to come, and Ge Ling thought she would know.

Seeing that Xiao Yi had a bad expression, Ge Ling didn't want her to feel uncomfortable.

As if aware of her timidity, those frozen eyes looked over. The playfulness in their deep eyes reminded Luo Xiaoyi of the scene in front of the bathroom just now.

She couldn't keep running away.

"It's okay, let's go in."

"But Leng Muxiao..."

"We are divorced and he won't do anything to me."

Yes, she is not a fairy. Leng Muxiao hates her so much, and he must want her to stay away from him.

As long as she doesn't risk her own life to provoke Leng Muchiao, Leng Muchiao will definitely regard her as nothing.

But things went counterproductive.

"Screenwriter Luo, I leave Jiayi's script to you. I'd like to toast you."