Outright Favoritism Chapter 1022: : Mrs. Shang, happy birthday
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Li Qiao was still a little out of shape until she walked into the hospital.
Does she come to the hospital to see a doctor or visit a doctor in this way?
In just a few minutes, the two arrived at the maternity ward.
Li Qiao didn't say anything. After the doctor walked into the ward, a series of inspection procedures began.
Think about it carefully, during the time she was in Parma, she did not have a detailed pregnancy test.
I spent most of the time in the ward with Shang Yu. Calculated according to time, the days of treating abnormalities have passed.
The inspection time is very long, and every inspection is carried out in an orderly manner.
Until 11:30 in the morning, Luo Yu returned to the lounge with all the reports and said congratulations.
Everything was normal during the pregnancy check, and there was no problem with the deformity. The little cub in the stomach was really strong in vitality.
Li Qiao lazily sat in a chair drinking milk, "It's over?"
Luo Yu carefully folded the report form and put it into his pocket, "Well, you can go."
Li Qiao didn't ask much, got up and walked outside.
She is a little looking forward to where she will go next.
In Shang Yu's style, she prepared clothes for her, and let Luo Yu take her to the checkup. There might be other arrangements.
So when the rainy car stopped at the door of the modeling room, Li Qiao was not surprised at all, and walked in calmly.
The stylists have long been waiting. When they saw Li Qiao, they nodded, "Mrs. Shang."
Li Qiao's heart trembled, and very few people would call her Mrs. Shang directly.
The styling time was very long, about an hour and a half later, when the styling was done, Li Qiao was about to fall asleep.
Luo Yu brought a takeaway from Crystal Court from nowhere. Li Qiao simply ate a few bites and she became more lazy.
It was four o'clock in the afternoon, and Luo Yu drove Li Qiao to the Nanyang Royal Hotel.
There seems to be activities in the hotel today. There is a long red carpet in front of the hotel, which looks magnificent under the sunset.
Li Qiao tugged at the hem of the long skirt, looking at the big screen covered by red silk, "Is there a banquet tonight?"
Luo Yu nodded, "Yes, the boss has a party tonight, I need you to accompany him to participate."
"Oh—"
Li Qiao responded with a long tone, always feeling that something was wrong.
Shang Yuhui doesn't remember her birthday?
But the furnishings and various arrangements in front of the hotel are indeed the specifications for banquet events.
Go ahead.
Anyway, the birthday is the same, as long as he is there.
Li Qiao put on the skirt and stepped onto the red carpet. There was nothing unusual along the way, and the staff were still busy performing their duties, seemingly not caring about their arrival.
Until Li Qiao and Luo Yu walked into the lobby, the red silk covering the big screen was torn off quickly, and on the big LED screen, a background image of red maple leaves was put on fire.
In the picture, there are two figures standing side by side on the wooden plank road, holding hands and looking back.
At the bottom of the photo, there is also a line of small prints, Mrs. Shang, happy birthday.
As the red silk is torn off, the red background color is particularly conspicuous.
Countless pedestrians stopped to concentrate, and when they looked at it, someone cried out in surprise: "That person...isn’t Nanyang Shang Shaoyan?"
"Nonsense, when did Nanyang Shang Shaoyan have a wife?"
"You're just talking nonsense. Didn't that say Mrs. Shang's birthday is happy?"
"Fucking, fucking, Yan Ye is married?"
Passers-by eating melons in front of the hotel took the pictures on the screen for the first time and uploaded them to the Internet. Soon, a keyword appeared in the hot search.
#Shang Shaoyan announces marriage news#
Netizens were surprised. The tag they marked was #商少延隐婚#. Why did it become an announcement of marriage when it came to the hot search?
What the **** is the result of capital operation?
At half past four, countless luxury cars in Nanyang City were dispatched and gathered at the Royal Hotel from all directions.
You can hear the roar of the sports car's engine at every street corner, which scared many private cars into the side roads for fear of touching the porcelain.
At five o'clock exactly, the grand scene in front of the Royal Hotel is unprecedented.
There are countless handsome men and beautiful women, and their identities are extraordinary.
For example, the boss of the Quartet in Southeast, Southeast, and North of Nanyang, such as the Secretary-General of Nanyang, the richest man in Nanyang, such as the art giant, such as a certain gangster full of temperament.
At the same time, there were bodyguards who continued to drive there and sent all kinds of gifts.
As small as a box of diamonds, as large as the latest concept car, some people even sent boxes of gift money.
This is a special birthday party, and the master Li Qiao doesn't know it at all. She is still sitting in the lounge at a quarter past five, eating cakes and drinking juice.
After a while, the phone on her leg vibrated, Li Qiao glanced sideways, and turned on the hands-free when answering, "How about?"
"There are many designers. I have selected three with good industry qualifications and reputation. I have sent you the information."
Li Qiao thanked him quietly, and then thought of another thing, "Help me check, how many assets are in my name."
Bai Yan was silent for several seconds, "You didn't count yourself?"
"Not counted, too many." Li Qiao replied lightly. Bai Yan thought she was suspected of showing off her wealth.
"What do you want to do when checking assets? Is there a big investment or..."
After finishing the last bite of the cake, Li Qiao said lukewarmly: "It's useful."
Bai Yan was helpless, and after agreeing, he bluntly said, "If there are too many assets, call Yanmeng. We need money to expand our business scope."
"Well, I'll give it to you later."
Bai Yan felt at ease, hung up the phone and started investigating Li Qiao's assets.
In less than three minutes, his bank card received a text message, one billion.
Bai Yan pushed his cheeks, lit a cigarette and started knocking on the computer, and said to Bai Xiaohu: "Notify everyone in the Yan League, don't go out in May, and wait for Lao Tzu to make arrangements."
"Brother Bai, are there activities in May?" Bai Xiaohu's eyes lit up. Could it be that he was so kind, and finally fulfilled his promise to take them around the world?
Bai Yan bit his cigarette holder and looked at him, and in the next second he broke his illusion, "Don't dream, it's not a travel. Give me a good savings, don't **** borrow it from me, I don't have money." /
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At half past five, the private banquet hall was overcrowded.
Basically, those who came to the banquet were familiar faces, even Qiu Huan and Ou Bai, who had not shown up for a long time, came.
In front of the banquet hall, there is a long table with gift boxes of different sizes but the same packaging.
Twenty-two.
Qiu Huan sits at the banquet table in the second row, looking at Li San at the main table in the front row, smiling and joking, "You two have solved the holiday?"
Ou Bai shook his leg. The scene of the injury that day is still vivid, he proudly shakes the broken hair on his forehead, but his tone is dull, "Forget it."
Qiu Huan pursed his lips, and then he swept over He Chen, Zong Zhan, Jin Rong and others, "I always thought that Shao Yan's friends in Nanyang were only you and me. Now it seems that I think too much." /
He Chen in the west of the city will not say anything. They are all in Nanyang, and they are all in Nanyang.
His deeds in Nanyang are also very good.