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"It's all your fault! If you hadn't asked Miss Liu to beg you just now, we wouldn't have to beg your grandpa to tell your grandma now! Damn it! Zhang Fuju, I have long been disliked by you! Don't pee and look in the mirror, Just a stupid big guy, how arrogant in a day!"

"What are you talking about! I have long been disgusted by your flattery! Today, I have lost my face. I can't cure Liu Yanran, so I can't cure you!"

With that said, a few people outside started fighting.

It's also a mess.

...

Inside the party, after the clowns were invited away, the original elegance and calmness were restored.

Amidst the laughter and laughter of a group of people, many people came to get to know Liu Yanran. Liu Yanran represented the image of Dinglong Group, and naturally she also showed a friendly smile, which was completely different from the indifference just now.

The party started, and Liu Yanran was naturally invited to the center of the first row. After all, Liu Yanran represented Ye Xuan and Ye Dong, and no one dared to say anything more.

With a piece of soft music, the lights were gradually pressed down, and the supervisor came on stage and began to introduce the party this time.

"Good evening, everyone, I'm Dai Shuchuan, the director of this charity party. The purpose of this party is to raise funds to help Songbai Mountain. Songbai Mountain is 75 kilometers away from downtown Jinling. It's just a short time. Seventy-five kilometers away, it is separated into two worlds by the continuous mountains. Songbai Village has been selected as the most impoverished mountainous area in Jinling for seven consecutive years, and it is also a key mountain area supported by the state..."

The director of the party introduced the general situation of the mountains, and also played some ppts on the big screen.

Some pictures of the mountainous areas were shown. In the mountainous areas where there are no roads, four or five-year-old children would go out barefoot and go out to chop wood every day at three or four in the morning. There seems to be no young people in the village, almost all of them are old and young, supporting each other to live. The "rice" I eat every day doesn't know what it is, it looks like something black and gooey.

The poverty here simply subverts the perception of those present.

Some sentimental rich ladies saw it and even cried, calling for donations on the spot.

"Years of poverty have led to a large loss of young and middle-aged labor in the mountainous areas. The problem of the lonely old people and left-behind children is even more serious. But the people in the mountains never give up. Look at the eyes of the children who are eager to learn!"

A sensational piece of music that everyone had heard but could not name sounded slowly in the arena.

"...So we decided to raise donations from all walks of life to build a comprehensive school for children in the mountains, and at the same time use part of the funds to speed up the construction of roads leading to the mountains. I hope you can give a little love to Songbai Mountain! Love is an eternal melody. Love is a spring in the mountains. Love is a ray of sunshine that illuminates the world! As long as everyone gives a little love, the world will have a better tomorrow!"

The supervisor's tone was more sonorous and powerful, and the atmosphere of the scene was pushed to a climax under the background of light and music.

For a time, the audience burst into applause.

Then, people started to donate.

"three million!"

"I donate five million!"

"Two million!"

People started to donate one after another, but those who made donations would come on stage to make a short speech, show everyone the check, and put the check into the donation box solemnly.

At this time, Liu Yanran couldn't sit still.

Liu Yanran was placed in the middle of the first row at this time, and everyone could see her every move.

After all, she also came on behalf of the Dinglong Group. On this occasion, it is impossible to say no donation.

However, Ye Xuan just asked her to come and didn't say anything about the donation, maybe she forgot.

So she has no money to donate now.

Liu Yanran felt very helpless, struggling to make a phone call to Ye Xuan.

Since the young master let himself come here, he naturally has important things to be busy with. It would be bad if he disturbed him.

...

On the other side, Ye Xuan, who accompanied the eighth sister Ye Qian to go shopping all day, finally finished her meal.

While the eighth sister was going to take a bath, Ye Xuan hurriedly called and asked the driver to pick him up in the car.

If you don't slip now, when will you wait?

Ye Xuan knew that when the eighth sister came out, it was estimated that there were still many projects to accompany her.

Going home from shopping at night is tired, isn't it still possible to watch a movie? I don't want to watch movies anymore, but I can let my younger brother massage my elder sister's legs. While watching TV, I was hungry and thirsty, and I could grab my younger brother to run errands, occasionally instructing him to pour a glass of water, get a snack, or something.

Ye Xuan recalled that a few nights ago, Ye Qian had nothing to do and suddenly said that she wanted to dance, and asked Ye Xuan to help her stretch her legs by pressing her legs.

But Ye Qian would only need to be a dancer, but she was stiff all over her body.

Ye Xuan presses her legs, and has to endure her wailing.

Another day, Ye Qian suddenly said that she wanted to paint, so she brought a set of watercolor paints and insisted that Ye Xuan be her model.

This painting of "The Boy Who Eats an Apple" is one night. Ye Xuan's hands are sore when he holds the apple. As a result, what Ye Qian painted is simply "The Alien Who Eats an Apple". The twisted shape and the peculiar color scheme made Ye Xuan unable to bear to look directly.

Therefore, Ye Xuan hurriedly slipped out today and went straight to the hotel to attend the charity party.

Although it slipped out, when the result came out, it was during the rush hour, and the car was blocked on the elevated road.

More than half an hour has passed, and the car has no intention of moving forward. Ye Xuan stared at the same telephone pole for a long time, thinking that it would be better to go home and let the eighth sister play with it.

But all came, Ye Xuan had to wait.

There was a dense stream of traffic that could not see the head in front, and the surrounding horns were one after another. Vehicles are crowded together, and the vehicles stop and go. Some drivers see that the front has moved ten centimeters, and they have to move along with them.

As a result, he was scolded by the driver in front. The driver in front stuck his head out the window and scolded the car behind: "I think you are too close to move forward, you move your fart! "

At this time, the driver also looked at the car in front of him in despair and stagnant. The real-time road conditions in the navigation display on the car are also full of a congested red line.

"Master, we may not be able to catch up. I don't know how long it will be blocked. I will go down and ask. You should rest for a while." The driver said.

"Okay... go ahead and take a look."

The driver got out of the car, walked forward and asked, only to know that there was a car accident ahead, and it would not be able to be cleaned up for a while.

Ye Xuan was also bored sitting in the car, so he looked at his phone.

This immediately brushed the news of the big traffic jam on the Jinling Viaduct on the scarf.

"Jinling suddenly! Dare to ask, are you blocked tonight?"

Unexpectedly, this traffic jam in Jinling has become a hot search.

It would be fine if he had just entered the bridge, but here, Ye Xuan's car was blocked halfway across the bridge, which was really a dilemma.

The driver came back and reported the situation to Ye Xuan. At this time, Ye Xuan had already learned about the traffic jam through the live broadcasts of various netizens.