Chapter 879 It Turns Out We Can Love Each Other (1)
Night has just fallen, and reporters from various media have gathered at the grand main entrance of the Beijing Club. At this time, the guests have not even started to enter, but the flashlights are already flashing.
Song Qingchun came with Song Menghua. As soon as the car stopped at the end of the red carpet and the door hadn't even been opened, reporters who had already received the news rushed towards the car.
Song Qingchun held up the hem of her skirt and bent over as she got out of the car, she was surrounded by spotlights and clicking sounds.
She maintained her graceful smile, supported Song Menghua, and stepped gracefully and calmly on the red carpet into the brightly lit venue under the eyes of various cameras.
The entire Beijing club was taken over by the Song Enterprises with a large amount of money. Fang Rou managed the venue, and it was decorated as luxuriously and dazzlingly as a crystal palace.
Half of the wealthy families in Beijing have gathered in the 100-meter-wide venue.
Everyone came dressed up, gathered together, smiled and talked loudly.
After entering the venue, Song Qingchun accompanied Song Menghua for a short time before the housekeeper arrived and accompanied Song Menghua to meet his old friends.
Song Qingchun, who was free, slowly walked towards the crowd of celebrities gathering at the banquet, holding a glass of water.
Before Song Qingchun stood chatting with the well-dressed young girls, there was an uproar at the door. She and the other girls subconsciously turned their heads. Su Zhinian, who was wearing a black suit, was surrounded by reporters from various media. , stepped into the banquet scene.
A reporter chased him for an interview, but was stopped outside the scene. He stretched out his arms without giving up, raised a microphone and yelled at his back.
Su Zhinian seemed to have been used to being so noticed for a long time. With a cold and calm expression, he walked in slowly and slowly. He didn't turn his head to look around until he reached the waterlight lamp in the middle of the venue. He stood up, as if looking for something.
It wasn't until his eyes met Song Qingchun's that he stopped searching. He nodded slightly at her first, and then began to greet the dignitaries who had gathered around to greet him.
There was still half an hour before the anniversary celebration started. Song Qingchun and Su Zhinian each had their own social circles to socialize with. They never met each other and had little conversation.
Among the ladies who are familiar with Song Qingchun, there are two babies who have just turned one month old. They all stood together. As new mothers, they never left their babies, even when the baby peed on the bag she bought for more than 100,000 yuan. All kinds of things can be said to be happy and satisfying.
Song Qingchun stood aside with a smile, remaining silent and not answering, but her hand subconsciously and quietly touched her belly.
In a dozen hours, she and her baby will be separated forever.
Song Qingchun lowered his eyes to cover up the gloom in his eyes, and his mood fell to the extreme in an instant.
She barely steadied herself, stood and listened for a while, then quietly pulled away, found a seat in a corner, and sat down.
Song Qingchun had been sitting alone for half a minute when her phone in her handbag vibrated. She took it out and saw a message from Su Zhinian.
She turned her head subconsciously and saw that Su Zhinian was surrounded by several men in clothes and leather shoes. He was leaning elegantly against the bar, facing the group of people chatting, with his head lowered and pressing the phone.