Chapter 967 Who Cares About a Bastard

Chapter 967 Who cares about a bastard

Li Qiao said casually: "She has other things, don't worry about her."

Forty minutes later, the dinner party was over.

The time came to 8:30 in the night, and the banquet hall was still noisy and bustling, pushing and changing glasses.

When politicians from various countries gather together, they always have to express their opinions on appropriate occasions. Whether it is good or bad, it is nothing more than a link of climbing.

Su Moshi and Wu Minmin, who are newcomers, have temporarily left the stage.

Li Qiao and the others had long since disappeared.

In the working hall of the Cabinet Office, seven people sat around the room.

Yin Mo was not there, but there was Yun Li.

Su Moshi and Wu Minmin had already changed out of their national dresses, and they were wearing the rings they had just exchanged on their hands. They were right and loving.

Li Qiao didn't know what to think, she looked at her fingers inexplicably, they were thin, white and well-proportioned, but they were bald.

At this moment, Shen Qingye bumped into her arm, "What are you thinking? The eldest brother just got married, so we have to get together tonight?"

Li Qiao came back to her senses, and her gaze fell on Xia Siyu impartially.

The latter immediately raised his hand, "I can."

An injury is a small matter, but a party is a big one.

Seeing this, everyone looked at Li Qiao, as if waiting for her to make a decision.

Li Qiao smiled and said with a final word, "Then let's get together."

Wu Minmin's eyes flickered slightly, and she walked up to Li Qiao with her pregnant belly, bowed her head and whispered in her ear.

Several other people present were not familiar with Wu Minmin. This princess had a bad temper, talked a lot, and was extremely difficult to get along with.

I don't know what Wu Minmin said, but everyone noticed that Li Qiao's eyes lit up. She tilted her head and raised her eyebrows slightly, "I won't go tonight, we'll talk about it another day."

Wu Minmin pursed her lips, "Then don't forget, he's having a hard time right now, didn't he come to the big wedding tonight?"

Li Qiao covered her eyelids and smiled deeply, "Well, you should go."

Wu Minmin clenched his fist and lightly smacked her on the shoulder, and said seriously, "For safety's sake, I suggest you go to the private hall of the Cabinet Office for gatherings."

"Don't worry about it." Li Qiao waved her hand, "Go back."

Wu Minmin snorted, then nodded goodbye to the others, and left the working room in a blink of an eye.

Su Moshi sent her out, and when the two came to the corner, Wu Minmin hooked his arm mysteriously and pulled her aside, "Honey, you're so pretty, someone might want to do something tonight."

"Are you sure?" Su Moshi narrowed his eyes, "Qiaoqiao told you?"

Wu Minmin swallowed her throat, and said to him from left to right, "Then don't worry about it, anyway, you protect her well, otherwise..."

Before the words finished, Su Moshi took a step forward, clamping her jaw playfully, "Leave me alone? Have you finished writing the review?"

Wu Minmin took a deep breath, raised her head with wide eyes, "At such a tense moment, why did you submit a letter of self-criticism?"

"It seems that I didn't write it." Su Moshi narrowed his eyes, pinched her cheek and gently tugged, "Qiaoqiao is protected, so you don't need to worry about it. Go back and write the self-criticism, and don't even think about going out if you can't finish it. "

The corner of Wu Minmin's mouth twitched, and it took him a long time to hold back a sentence, "You didn't treat me like this before you got married!"

"Then you want to..."

Wu Minmin couldn't stand Su Mo flirting with her in such a long tone, her heart softened, and she immediately bowed her head and nodded, "Okay, just write."

With pampering eyes hidden in Su Moshi's eyes, he patted her on the head, "Go home, go to bed early at night, and arrange for Ada to do something."

"Understood." Wu Minmin stood on tiptoe holding her pregnant belly, "Kiss me, and I'll leave."

Su Moshi had nothing to do with her, he lowered his head and lightly pecked her lips, and the moment his lips and teeth touched, he laughed in his voice, "The self-criticism is no less than 3,000 words."

Wu Minmin pushed him away, turned around and left, and two words full of resentment floated in the air, "Scumbag."

For a 3,000-word review, she might as well go back and draw heavy industry drawings.

...

Twenty minutes later, seven vehicles pulled out from the parking lot of the Cabinet Office, their destination: the banks of the Maine River.

As for the other guests who were invited to attend, they were all sent back to the hotel where they stayed by the courtesy car.

In the next two days, major politicians from many countries will hold international economic meetings and discussion summits. Martial law will be imposed on the main streets in the capital Naypyidi.

On the other side, after seven cars left, Xiao Yehui stood in the parking lot and lit a cigarette.

Behind him is a neat line of royal knights, and beside him is the royal princess. The worship he receives is the dream of others, and it is the cage he wants to escape more than once.

At this time, Margaery clapped her hands like a young girl who didn't know much about the world, and said, "The seven cars are exactly the same, so it's so cool to drive them out."

Xiao Yehui's hands trembled, and he looked sideways expressionlessly.

Margaery ignored his gaze, and was still looking around on tiptoe, "They are the Seven Sons of the Frontier, I'm so envious."

"There's no need to be envious." Xiao Yehui's Adam's apple rolled, and irony appeared in his eyes, "The Seven Frontiers have long since ceased to exist."

Margaery blinked her big deep eyes, tilted her head and asked, "Who is that at the border? Six or five?"

Xiao Yehui's throat was blocked, and the smoke was as thick as his lungs, which made his eyes scarlet.

Margaret said: "You are so strange, if you are envious, you are envious, why are you making sarcastic remarks?"

Does he need to be sarcastic?

The frontier seven sons, that was once his belonging.

Now, as an outsider, he can only stand in place and watch them go away.

The agreed life and death together is now more and more like a joke.

To them, he was no different from a stranger.

Suddenly, Xiao Yehui took a deep puff of his cigarette, and smiled ironically, what did he want this difference for.

They never considered his difficulties, and never put themselves in his shoes. The beginning of a confrontation is bound to end with a confrontation.

Xiao Yehui lit a cigarette lightly, and the warmth in his eyes was replaced by a touch of determination. He casually threw the cigarette butt on the ground, looked at Margaery, and said calmly, "I'll send you back."

"Okay." Margaret wished to stay away from him, took a step, and asked again, "Aren't you going back?"

Xiao Yehui looked in a certain direction and said with a low smile, "Is the princess caring about me?"

Margaery smiled and waved, "Good night."

No one cares about my old lady, who cares about a bastard? !

...

The night was thick, and the hustle and bustle of the Cabinet Office ended, leaving only the waiters to clean on the spot.

Everyone who should go has gone, except He Chen.

He walked aimlessly near the promenade, around the path, through the flowers, and finally stopped by the decorated Buddhist hall.

It was very quiet all around, and someone was talking in a low voice behind the Buddhist hall.

"Mom, what I said is true, don't you believe it?"

The sound of sobbing came out along with her inquiry, and the other party seemed to be in disbelief, and kept repeating: "How did this happen, how did this happen..."

"Mom, believe it or not, this is the truth. You listen to me, hurry to the airport and return to Yingdi overnight. Don't stay in Myanmar, or it will be very dangerous."