Imperial Commander: His Pretty Wife Is Spoiled Rotten

What does he mean by not coming to the dance, but paying attention to the dance scene all the time?

Mu Feichi's mind has never been figured out, and she dare not delve into it.

Being reminded by him, Yan Jiaren smiled awkwardly, but her mind turned quickly.

She can understand that the young marshal doesn't attend the ball, after all, looking at the entire capital, he can count the banquets he attended with half a hand!

But he has been paying attention to her prom scene all the time, and now he reminds her that something went wrong at the prom. Is this to see how she handles unexpected accidents or is it just a kind reminder?

Does he pay so much attention to her, does it mean that she finally has a chance to approach him?

She couldn't figure out his thoughts, and it took a long time for her to utter a word: "Young Marshal, do you want to go down for a drink together? All the friends in this circle are invited to the ball."

She didn't dare to say that she should be able to meet his acquaintances. Everyone wanted to admire him and become his acquaintances. Few of them got his approval. Who would dare to put gold on their face without fear of death?

"I still have something to do." A simple sentence directly expressed his rejection.

"Okay... If the young commander-in-chief is busy, welcome to the dance party!"

Even if she left like this unwillingly, she was obviously not willing to show her face, and she didn't have the guts to force it, so she could only leave with disappointment.

How happy you are when you come, how depressed you are when you leave.

Mu Feichi didn't take another look at her, and turned to look at the monitor on the laptop screen. His little thing set up such a big game, and it couldn't be folded in his hands in the end.

Otherwise, with his temperament, he wouldn't have a good face if Yan Jiaren interrupted him so abruptly.

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At the ball, because of the dispute between Liang Xinyi and Yun Ziling, the guests around looked at them angrily.

In particular, Liang Xinyi deliberately raised the volume to mention the dress on Yun Ziling's body, and pointed out the identity of Director Yun Ziling's daughter intentionally or unintentionally, which immediately attracted a lot of attention from around.

Yan Jiaren's design works are expensive, and the purchasing power of a director's daughter is directly related to Yun Yuanfeng's salary level. The more Liang Xinyi talked and analyzed, the more she felt that the origin of the dress she was wearing was unknown.

If it wasn't that the source of the dress was unknown, then it was that the source of the money to buy the dress was unknown. After all, she knew very well that Liang Xiuqin was not as rich as when she first came to the capital, otherwise it would have been impossible to coerce her to spend money to buy the qualification to stay in the Yun family!

She probably knew how much the director's monthly income was, but even if the income was not low, it was not easy to spend 30,000 yuan casually on a dress that was only worn once.

So she clung to this, and if she really wanted to find out that Yun Yuanfeng was corrupt, then it would be a really good show!

Seeing Yun Ziling being bullied by Liang Xinyi, Liang Xiuqin couldn't bear it and walked over, staring at Liang Xinyi like a hen guarding her chicks.

Yun Ziling already had a guilty conscience, and with Liang Xinyi still in front of her, she couldn't think of a way to remind her mother about the dress, which made Liang Xiuqin think that it was just Liang Xinyi who was envious and jealous and deliberately finding fault.

But when she realized that Liang Xinyi's attention had been on this dress, it was already too late!

Because, Yan Jiaren has already returned to the dance scene!

As soon as Yun Ziling saw Yan Jiaren coming back, she subconsciously wanted to hide, but Yan Jiaren walked towards her as if she saw something.

She had come back to deal with the dispute here. Before she had time to see what this guest looked like, she noticed the dress on her body.

Sixth.