Lu Ci searched in the banquet hall for a while and finally found Wen Qiaoyin's figure. His eyes curled and he couldn't help laughing.

He slipped away from the first mat quietly, ran to a pile of flowers, and patted Wen Qiaoyin on the shoulder.

Wen Qiaoyin turned around, Lu Ci was already smiling so embarrassed that he was very shy.

Wen Qiaoyin habitually hung three black lines on her forehead, and her mouth twitched slightly, "Let me find me, you don't have to laugh like this, right?" She looked like a flower.

"I just want to laugh." He was so embarrassed that his handsome face was blushing with shame.

Wen Qiaoyin sighed in her heart and reached out to take out a cluster of carnations from the flowers.

Lu Ci asked her, "Jojo, what are you doing?"

Wen Qiaoyin held the flower, "Oh, I see the order of these flowers is a bit problematic."

"What's the problem?" Lu Ci squeezed over, looking confused.

Wen Qiaoyin smiled and said, "Idiot, Mrs. He is the most honorable guest, but the flowers she sent were placed in the middle, and the flowers of the little lady were left in front of her. This is a mistake."

"Who is the little lady?" Lu Ci was still confused.

Wen Qiaoyin couldn't help laughing, "Little Madam, it's your father's other wife."

"Oh." Lu Ci nodded, "Can't her flowers be placed here?"

"Of course not. Mrs. He is a well-known figure. If the little lady's flowers are placed in the front and her flowers are piled in the middle, if they are taken to the news by someone who is interested, it will be troublesome."

"What trouble will be?" This sentence was not asked by Lu Ci, but by Fan Lihua behind him.

Wen Qiaoyin was stunned and turned around. Fan Lihua, who was about to go to the bathroom, stopped in front of the two of them, looking at the bunch of white carnations she gave in her hand. In fact, there were so many people who gave carnations on the spot that they were piled up here, and no one minded it. But if anyone minded, she would indeed be taken to the news to make an article. Although she didn't mind these things, she didn't like to see the little lady's smug look.

Wen Qiaoyin looked at the luxurious and beautiful woman in front of her. This was not the same level as Mrs. Shen. The woman who could become the richest man’s wife would have no choice but to have thousands of ways.

Wen Qiaoyin had met Fan Lihua several times in her previous life because of Mrs. Shen. Everyone thought that Fan Lihua was generous and tolerant and had the temperament of the Empress of the Palace. But in fact, she hated He Zhengyao's little wife Lin Xiangxin very much. Because Lin Xiangxin was very good at doing things and knew that Fan Lihua was extremely patient, she often deliberately provoked her.

So after hearing these words, Fan Lihua had a good impression of Wen Qiaoyin, but on the surface she would not be able to see it, but the appreciation that was not easy to detect in her eyes was still visible to Wen Qiaoyin.

She first looked surprised, then immediately lowered her head, "Ms. He."

Fan Lihua said warmly, "I asked you just now, you haven't answered me yet. Where is my flowers placed, why can't it?" It means you know I will mind?

Of course, her warm attitude was definitely not about surreptitiously.

So Wen Qiaoyin smiled faintly and said, "Ms. He is generous and considerate. When I saw her today, I realized that the rumors are indeed true. But there are many reporters here. If I can give it right, there will be less unnecessary trouble."

Fan Lihua nodded, walked up to him, and said kindly, "You are right. I really don't mind such a small matter, and I won't take it seriously. But you can be so careful. I was surprised. Do you understand the knowledge of flowers?"

"Well, I learn how to arrange flowers at home in my spare time and know some inner ways."

"You've learned well."

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