Chapter 220: 219： Traffic jam

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"Blame you! If you didn't ask Miss Liu to beg you just now, now we don't have to beg grandpa to grandma like this! Damn! Zhang Fuju, I've long seen you not pleasing to your eyes! I didn't pee and look in the mirror. Just a silly big guy, so arrogant all day!"

"What are you talking about! Lao Tzu also looked at you as a sycophant! It's a long time ago! I lost my face today. I can't cure Liu Yanran. It's impossible to cure Liu Yanran. It's impossible to cure you!"

With that, several people outside started fighting.

It is also chaotic.

…

After the clowns were invited away inside the party, the original grace and calm were restored.

In the laughter of a group of people, many people came to meet Liu Yanran. Liu Yanran represented the image of Dinglong Group, and naturally also showed a friendly smile, completely different from the indifference just now.

The party began, and Liu Yanran was naturally invited to the center of the first row. After all, Liu Yanran represented Ye Xuan and Ye Dong, and no one dared to say more.

With a piece of soft music, the lights gradually came down, and the supervisor came onto the stage and began to introduce the party this time.

"Good evening everyone, I am Dai Shuchuan, the director of this charity evening. The purpose of this evening is to raise funds to assist Songbai Mountain. Songbai Mountain is 75 kilometers away from Jinling City. That's just a short time. Seventy-five kilometers apart, two worlds are separated by continuous mountains. Songbai Village has been selected as the poorest mountain area in Jinling region for seven consecutive years, and it is also a key mountain area for national assistance..."

The director of the party introduced the general situation of the mountainous area, and at the same time some ppts were played on the big screen.

Some pictures of mountainous areas have been screened. In mountainous areas with no roads, four or five-year-old children have to get up at three or four in the morning and go out to chop wood with bare feet. There seems to be no young people in the village, almost all of them are old and young, helping each other to live. The "meal" I eat every day doesn't know what it is, it looks like something black and muddy.

The poverty here has simply subverted the perception of those present.

Some sentimental rich ladies watched and even cried, shouting on the spot for donations.

"Years of poverty have caused a large loss of young and middle-aged labor in the mountainous areas. The problem of left-behind elderly and left-behind children is even more serious. But people in the mountains have never given up. Look, the children have a pair of eyes eager to learn!"

A sensational piece of music that everyone has heard but can't be named sounded slowly in the venue.

"...Therefore we decided to raise donations from all walks of life to build a comprehensive school for children in mountainous areas, and at the same time use part of the funds to accelerate the construction of roads leading to the mountainous areas. I hope everyone can give a little love to Songbai Mountain! Love! , Is an eternal melody. Love is a spring in the mountains. Love is a ray of sunshine that illuminates the world! As long as everyone gives a little love, the world will have a bright tomorrow!"

The supervisor's tone was more sonorous and powerful, and the atmosphere of the scene was also promoted to the scene under the background of light and music.

For a time, the audience thundered with applause.

Then, people began to donate.

"three million!"

"I donate five million!"

"Two million!"

People began to donate money one after another, but everyone who had donated would come to the stage to make a short speech and show the check to everyone and put the check solemnly into the donation box.

But at this time, Liu Yanran was a little bit unable to sit still.

Liu Yanran was placed in the middle of the first row at this time, and everyone could see her every move.

After all, she also came on behalf of the Dinglong Group. In this kind of occasion, it is impossible to say that she does not donate money.

However, Ye Xuan only asked her to come and did not say about the donation. It might have been forgotten.

So she has no money to donate now.

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Liu Yanran felt very helpless, wondering whether to make a call to Ye Xuan.

Since the young master allowed himself to come here, naturally there were important things to be busy, and it would be no good if he disturbed him by any chance.

…

On the other side, Ye Xuan, who had accompanied her eight sister Ye Qian to shopping all day, finally finished her meal.

While the eighth sister was going to take a bath, Ye Xuan quickly called and asked the driver to pick him up in the car.

Don't slip away at this time, when will you stay?

Ye Xuan knew that when the eighth sister came out, there were probably many projects left to accompany her.

Isn’t it possible to watch movies when I’m tired of going home from shopping at night? I don’t want to watch a movie anymore, and I can let my younger brother give my sister a leg massage. While watching TV, I was hungry and thirsty, and I could hold my little brother to run errands, and occasionally instruct him to pour a glass of water, get a snack, or something.

Ye Xuan recalled that a few nights ago, Ye Qian had nothing to do and suddenly said that she wanted to dance, and asked Ye Xuan to help her with stretching exercises such as leg presses.

But Ye Qian would be fine if she was a master dancer, but she was stiff all over her body.

Ye Xuan pressed her legs and had to endure her howling ghosts.

Another day, Ye Qian suddenly said that she wanted to paint, so she took a set of watercolor paints and asked Ye Xuan to be a model for her.

This painting of "The Boy Eating Apple" was one night. Ye Xuan's hands were sore while holding an apple. As a result, what Ye Qian painted was simply "Aliens Eating Apple". The twisted shape and the peculiar color scheme made Ye Xuan couldn't bear to look straight.

Therefore, Ye Xuan quickly slipped out today and went straight to the hotel to attend the charity party.

Although it slipped out, when the result came out, it was during the rush hour and the car was blocked on the elevated highway.

More than half an hour passed, the car didn't mean to move forward at all. Ye Xuan stared at the same telegraph pole in a daze for a long time, and said that he might as well go home and let the eighth sister fiddle.

But all came, Ye Xuan had to wait.

There is a dense flow of cars in front of you, and the sound of horns around is one after another. The vehicles were crowded, and the vehicles stopped and went. Some drivers saw that they moved ten centimeters in front of them, and they wanted to move along with them.

In the end, he was scolded by the driver in front. The driver in front put his head out of the window and cursed toward the car behind: "I thought you were too close to move forward, so you just moved a fart!" "

At this time, the driver also looked desperately at the car in front and stopped. The real-time road conditions in the navigation display on the car are also full of a congested red line.

"Master, we may not be able to catch up with UU reading www.uukanshu.com. I don't know when it will be blocked. I will go down and ask. You can rest for a while," the driver said.

"Okay... Go ahead and have a look."

The driver got out of the car, walked forward and asked, only to realize that there was a car accident ahead, and it would not be possible to clean up for a while.

Ye Xuan was bored sitting in the car, so he looked at the phone.

This immediately caught the news of the big traffic jam on the Jinling Viaduct.

"Jinling suddenly! Dare to ask, are you blocked tonight?"

Unexpectedly, the traffic jam in Jinling turned out to be a hot search.

It would be fine if he had just driven into the bridge, but on this side, Ye Xuan's car was stuck in half of the bridge, which was really a dilemma.

The driver came back and reported the situation to Ye Xuan. At this time, Ye Xuan had already learned about the traffic jam through live broadcasts by various netizens.

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