Chapter 62 Fun Things
"Oh, this is the invitation." Charlee Ford winked with moist almond eyes, looking harmless to people and animals.
Just when Maggie Ford was ready to laugh at her.
Who knows that Charlee Ford, who is stupid and dull, actually pulled out a card from his bag and opened it doubtfully. "Is this it? I seem to have it too?"
"No, how is that possible?" Unbelievable, Maggie Ford stepped forward and grabbed the invitation letter from Charlee Ford's hand, and took it in his hand and looked at it carefully.
But no matter how you look at it, this is an invitation letter.
Maggie Ford looked at Charlee Ford with a sombre face. "How can you, in your capacity, how can Mrs. Jones send you an invitation? You are not qualified to enter such a place at all!"
Charlee Ford touched her head as if she didn't understand what she was saying.
I just looked at William Bryan next to me and giggled: "Husband, is this true? Can I go in and play with you?"
William Bryan looked at her silly smile and couldn't help feeling a little trance.
Charlee Ford's smile... why is it somewhat similar to that woman's face?
"No, how did you get your invitation? Did you steal someone else's?" Maggie Ford approached Charlee Ford a few steps and tugged at her hand.
Charlee Ford's delicate brow suddenly frowned and said with pain, "Bad aunt, you hurt me! Husband, save me quickly."
"That's enough." William Bryan stepped forward and saved Charlee Ford from Maggie Ford's hands and pulled him to his side.
"This is my young mistress. Is it strange to have an invitation?" He looked at Maggie Ford coldly.
Maggie Ford's heart jumped and he realized that he had just lost his manners.
She doesn't know why she suddenly became so irritable.
However, her appearance has changed in the eyes of other people.
"In my opinion, Maggie Ford dares to openly target Charlee Ford on such occasions. I must have bullied her at ordinary times."
"Alas, isn't it obvious enough that Charlee Ford must have been in a difficult situation in the Fords before."
"Maybe... her stupidity is also intentional."
Maggie Ford turned red as he listened to the remarks around him.
Charlee Ford seemed unaware, and put his arms around William Bryan: "Husband, are you very happy to see Charlee?"
However, William Bryan is not as easy to fool as Maggie Ford.
He locked her with deep eyes and asked in a low voice, "Where did the invitation come from?"
Charlee Ford looked at him doubtfully and thought for a while. "It was a beautiful aunt who gave it to me... she made me have to come."
"Beautiful aunt?" William Bryan frowned.
At this time, a gentle voice came from behind: "William, don't embarrass Charlee. I personally sent her this invitation letter, and I brought people."
"Ms. Maggie is my distinguished guest today."
When the people present heard this, there was a touch of shock on their faces.
Mrs. Jones sent the invitation in person?
We should know that Mrs. Jones is basically the benchmark of LA's upper-class ladies' circle. Generally, the daughter who can enter her eyes not only has both ability and political integrity, but also has something that can impress her.
Charlee Ford is a fool. What makes her?
Mrs. Jones didn't seem to see the guessing eyes of people around her. She smiled gently and took Charlee Ford's hand: "It's all a misunderstanding. Since you are here to attend my birthday party, give me some face, OK?"
Although it is an inquiry, no one dares to say "no".
Charlee Ford went over and hugged Mrs. Jones and spoiled: "Beautiful aunt!"
She put her mouth in Mrs. Jones's ear, lowered her voice and said very quickly, "Thanks."
Mrs. Jones did not change her face, touched her head, and a touch of banter flashed in her eyes.
If it is normal, let alone touch Charlee Ford's head, I'm afraid I can't even see her face.
I didn't expect to see her in LA.
It's really... It makes people feel long lost.
The birthday girl has spoken, even if Maggie Ford is angry, it is not good to say anything.
Several people with different faces entered the banquet hall.
Mrs. Jones is worthy of being a benchmark for famous ladies in LA. A birthday venue is exquisitely arranged and full of strong lasting appeal.
There is a large LED screen in the center of the hall, which is playing elegant and soothing music and Mrs. Jones's own photo album.
"Wow! Husband, a lot of delicious food!" As soon as Charlee Ford entered, he couldn't wait to eat and drink, and when he couldn't put it in his hand, he stuffed it into William Bryan's hand.
William Bryan looked helpless.
But for the first time, let her take it.
Lydia Collins saw it on the side and couldn't help but say sour: "Ms. Maggie, as president's young mistress, doesn't feel ashamed of president when he doesn't pay attention to his image outside?"
Charlee Ford didn't think he heard.
Lydia Collins's angry face, which was ignored, twisted a little.
Halfway through eating, drinking and drinking, the birthday party has not yet started, but Charlee Ford is covering his stomach with pain. "Husband, my stomach hurts."
"Eat too much." William Bryan said with a blank face.
From now on she has been eating, and there is no taboo, and his stomach will hurt in anticipation.
"Husband, I want to go to the toilet. Please help me take these." Charlee Ford handed him the cupcake in his hand and ran towards the toilet.
When Maggie Ford saw this, he remembered the humiliation he had suffered today, and a vicious thought suddenly burst into his mind.
She took advantage of William Bryan's inattention and slipped into the toilet quietly.
As soon as Maggie Ford entered, he happened to catch up with Charlee Ford, who was washing his hands in the toilet.
"Sister Charlee," said Maggie Ford, with a smile on his face that he thought he was kind, and walked up to Charlee Ford.
Charlee Ford curled his lips: "Auntie, you are so old, how can you call me sister?"
"You!" Maggie Ford's angry face twisted a little.
However, thinking about what she will do later, she can only bear this breath for a while.
She squeezed out a smile: "Charlee, I have something interesting there, which was brought back from abroad last time. Do you want to see it? I'll take you there."
Charlee Ford sneered at her obviously calculated eyes.
She was also curious about what Maggie Ford would do to herself this time.
So she clapped her hands foolishly and slapped the water in her hand on Maggie Ford's face: "Good, good! Fun things! Charlee wants to play! Bad aunt, take me quickly!"
Maggie Ford could hardly bear to wipe the water stains on his face.
Barely exposed a smile: "Good. But you have to remember that no one can say this, otherwise there will be no fun things."
Charlee Ford twisted his fingers with entanglement: "Can't my husband say it?"
"Of course not." Maggie Ford raised his voice a little.
"All right, all right!" Charlee Ford nodded and opened his eyes curiously. "That bad aunt, take me to play quickly!"