There was still some time before the reception began, and there were whispering in groups of three or three in the hall.

Ma Li pointed to the hall and said with a smile.

"Eat whatever you want here. If you don't have enough, you can ask the kitchen. Anyway, we are here to make soy sauce, so we must fill our stomachs first."

The three of them played in the swimming pool for an afternoon, and their stomachs were also roaring.

Liu Wentao was so hungry that he rushed towards the buffet and started eating.

Jiang Yuan and Zhao Wenhui casually found a table to sit down and started chatting in a low voice.

As a top cocktail party, the catering service is naturally not bad, and others almost stop by their demeanor.

Liu Wentao didn't care so much. He started to eat and drink, and in a short while he ate all the dessert.

"Wenhui, please help me get another portion. This thing is really delicious. I don't understand the birds. You should go."

Jiang Yuan was amused and cried, and said with a blank look.

"Can you have some cultivation, and make it like a starving ghost reincarnation, and it's almost like you haven't eaten anything before."

"Haha, this is called true temperament. It's not like those people holding each other and pinching it, that's really boring."

Liu Wentao curled his lips and said indifferently.

His words did make some sense, and Jiang Yuan was indeed a little uncomfortable with this feeling of pinching. Zhao Wenhui held the empty plate and found the waiter beside him.

“Add another dessert.”

"OK."

The waiter in a tuxedo bent over slightly and reached out to take the plate.

Zhao Wenhui glanced at the other party, suddenly frowned, and blurted out.

"Aren't you Feng Xiao?"

The waiter was slightly stunned, then raised his head. The two of them crossed their gazes in the air, but he did not admit it, but shook his head.

"I'm sorry, you recognized the wrong person."

After the waiter finished speaking, he left without looking back with his meal plate.

Zhao Wenhui looked puzzled, and after returning to his seat, he muttered.

"It's really strange. That guy just now was obviously Feng Xiao, so why did he pretend not to know him?"

Liu Wentao asked curiously.

"Who is Feng Xiao? Why haven't I heard of it?"

Jiang Yuan took over the conversation and blurted out.

"Is it Feng Song's son?"

Zhao Wenhui nodded.

Liu Wentao also showed a sudden enlightenment and slapped his thigh and said.

"I have an impression of this. Isn't this kid a cheater, he doesn't do anything serious every day, he is proficient in eating, drinking, gamble abroad, and always asks for money from his father. Now he's back and is here to work?"

"Maybe."

Zhao Wenhui murmured to himself.

But even though he said that, he felt a little disbelief. Feng Xiao, whom he knew before, was just a playboy. Would he really come here to work?

What's more, before Feng Song left China, he sold the Haitian Stadium and obtained hundreds of millions of dollars. In just a few months, he spent all his money abroad and needed to rely on his son to work to make a living?

Jiang Yuan and Zhao Wenhui looked at each other and realized something was wrong in their hearts.

The two and Feng Song had a life-long friendship.

If you really encounter trouble abroad, you still have to help.

The two decided to ask clearly when Feng Xiao came to deliver desserts later.

But after waiting for dozens of minutes, the waiter who came to deliver the dessert became a female waiter.

Zhao Wenhui frowned, called the waitress and asked afterwards.

"Where is the waiter who just picked up the plate? Is his name Feng Xiao?"

The waitress looked confused and shook her head and said.

"I'm not very clear. I just saw this empty plate in the backstage and put it in desserts and sent it over. I don't know anything else."

This made Jiang Yuan and Zhao Wenhui feel even more and more wrong. It was obvious that they met, so was it necessary to be so afraid of him?

The two of them couldn't suppress their curiosity and came to the kitchen, but were told that outsiders were not allowed to enter.

Unwilling to give up, they found the manager in the hall and asked if there was a waiter named Feng Xiao, but the answer he got was not.

"Is it true that I recognized the wrong person?"

Zhao Wenhui couldn't help but feel suspicious and murmured to himself.

Jiang Yuan denied it, and a deep light appeared in his eyes, saying meaningfully.

"If you really recognize the wrong person, why do he keep avoiding you? Doesn't this mean there is something tricky?"

Zhao Wenhui suddenly realized, then became confused again, and said with a frown.

"But what exactly happened that kept him away from me. Did he say something unexpected?"

At this time, a waitress came over and served two cocktails.

"Sir, the wine you want is here."

The two looked at each other and they never ordered wine from beginning to end.

Zhao Wenhui waved his hand to refuse, but was stopped by Jiang Yuan and said with a smile.

"Someone gave us wine, why should we refuse? I was a little thirsty."

The waitress smiled and brought the wine to them. Jiang Yuan took a sip and played with his palm on the cup.

Zhao Wenhui held the wine glass in his hand, looked thoughtful, and glanced across the hall, and said unwillingly.

"This matter is strange, so you can't just forget it so easily, but it's really hard to find someone here."

"Don't worry, hasn't the information been sent?"

Jiang Yuan smiled and said lightly.

Zhao Wenhui was stunned, and his eyes showed confusion.

Jiang Yuan flipped his wrist and found a piece of paper the size of a fingernail from the bottom of the wine glass.

Zhao Wenhui opened his mouth wide in shock, with admiration on his face, and said with emotion.

"Brother Yuan, I can even obey you if I don't even accept the wall. This can be guessed. It's simply awesome!"

Jiang Yuan shook his head and smiled, and said thoughtfully.

"There must be something strange if someone gives you wine."

He said as he opened the small note with his hands, with only two words the size of a fly.

"Go away!"

After reading it, Zhao Wenhui frowned and said in a low voice.

"What does this mean? Is it dangerous to say that alcohol is dangerous?"

Jiang Yuan rubbed the note and kneaded it into powder. He raised his hand to drink the wine in the glass. Then he reached out to cover his head and said with pain.

"Oh, I'm a little drunk, my head hurts so much."

Zhao Wenhui was stunned at first, then reacted, quickly reached out to support him, helped him find a chair and sat down.

Then he asked the waiter to find Ma Li and said with a wry smile.

"Sister Ma Li, Brother Yuan seems to be unable to drink. Or let's forget about the cocktail party today, let's go back and rest first."

Ma Li was startled and quickly persuaded.
Chapter completed!