Chapter 43: This is MG out of print

Chapter 43 This is the MG out of print
Gu Weiwei dug a piece of cake leisurely, the sweetness is just right, it should be done by the French Michelin star chef.
Wu Xiulian saw that she did not take care of herself and said coldly.
"I thought that I would climb into the bed of Fu Hanyu, and I would enter the door of Fu's house. I am here with a man. It doesn't mean that you are a famous person."
Gu Weiwei took a sip of the juice and said quietly.
"I don't know if I am up, but Mrs. Meng, you talk, it's quite down."
There is no wife who is born on the door, and the speech will be so bitter, especially on such occasions.
"Who are you?" Wu Xiulian sank her face and shouted.
Gu Weiwei raised her eyebrows and laughed. "Are you jealous of you?"
The dispute between the two quickly attracted the guests who passed by.
Some people recognized that Mrs. Meng was brought over by Mrs. Fu, so she took the initiative to ask.
"Mrs. Meng, what happened?"
Mrs. Fu often took the daughters of Meng’s family to attend various banquets. Obviously, she took Meng Ruya as her future daughter-in-law, so they had to tie up in advance.
Wu Xiulian glanced back and sat there, Gu Weiwei, who enjoyed the afternoon tea, "Nothing, it is a gimmick that is thick and thick."
Meng Ruya also rushed over and saw the slightest hatred of Mu Wei’s eyes.
Although she had already been driven out of Fu's family, she went to Fu Han's bed. Before she asked for painting from the old man, she let her face in front of Fu Hanyu.
Wu Xiulian saw more and more people around, and most of the female guests said, "Everyone is careful. This girl doesn't have any other skills. He likes to seduce other men, especially men with money and strength."
The female guests around, listening to Gu Weiwei's beautiful and delicate face, filled with contempt and hostility.
Gu Weiwei's long eyelashes drooping down, looking at the delicious heart of the plate, completely destroyed the mood of enjoying the food, asked coldly.
"Mrs. Meng, it’s a bit of a real argument to say that I seduce a man. Who am I seduce?"
Even though Mu Wei had chased Fu Hanyu before, she Meng Mengya did not marry Fu, nor was she engaged with Fu Hanzhen.
Even if she slept, she was not the one who seduce her Meng Ruya.
"You..." Wu Xiulian was really asked by her.
She was angry but lived in Fu's family, and first slept the man that her daughter had seen.
However, such a thing she said, is not to give Fu family face, so she can not say that she seduce Fu Hanxi.
"Give you some face, you really are shameless, you have done something unspeakable, you know."
Gu Weiwei’s beauty is faint, and there are some enthusiasm for the superiors.
"Mrs. Meng, then you have come out and said that I have nothing to see. If you can't say it, you'd better apologize to me. I don't accept the filth that I don't want."
She is going to enter the entertainment circle, and today's things are not clear. In the future, even if she takes a role, she will be transferred to sleep.
Moreover, she does not intend to be so angry.
Wu Xiulian looked around and everyone stood on her side, whispering coldly, "Apologize to you, what do you think?"
Gu Weiwei got up with a fork and glanced at Wu Xiulian's exquisite leather bag.
"Mrs. Meng, your bag... very beautiful."
Wu Xiulian glanced down at her low eyebrow. "This is the out-of-print of MG, but it is not something you can have."
Gu Weiwei’s mouth is full of laughter, but the bottom of his eyes is chilly.
"Mrs. Meng, you apologize to me for not saying anything for you, are you?"
Wu Xiulian screamed with arrogance. "I didn't say anything wrong, why should I apologize?"
Gu Weiwei sighed with sigh, and the silver fork in her hand was poked on the expensive leather bag that Wu Xiulian showed up all the way. The smooth leather surface immediately left a scarred scratch.
The recent mood is really uncomfortable, Fu Hanzhen, she can not afford her to endure.
However, this kind of person, she can't bear it.
Wu Xiulian and Meng Ruya changed their faces on the spot and shouted.
"This is MG out of print, there are fewer than ten in the world, you... dare to scratch me?!"
(End of this chapter)