Seeing this, Jia Huan sat more firmly, turned her head to one side gracefully, and remained reserved.

At this moment, dismissing Xiao Yinuo's provocation is the best way to deal with it. She can't make a big fuss with him like a shrew, right?! Thinking about it, Jia Huan couldn't help but despise this man for being stingy.

Soon, the black Rolls-Royce drove into the Kington Hotel. This is a membership-only aristocratic hotel and one of the most luxurious places in Tanglin. It is difficult for ordinary wealthy upstarts to be certified as hotel members.

Xiao Yinuo got out of the car, straightened his suit, and walked in. Quan Ziqiang diligently opened the door for Jiahuan from behind. Gu Jiajia followed Xiao Yinuo, hesitating whether to remind him to wait for Miss Moy.

Xiao Yinuo walked halfway when he suddenly stopped, turned around, walked back to moy and looked at her condescendingly. For a moment, he bent his arm and gave Jia Huan a wink.

Jia Huan hesitated for a moment and put her hand into his arm. It was just a joke. These are required courses for wealthy families. How could Jia Huan not understand? The two walked into the hotel lobby harmoniously and elegantly. The combination of handsome men and beautiful women was really attractive.

Got a lot of looks.

Zhao Nianen's party was held on the top floor. Gu Jiajia took Moy into a luxurious suite on the same floor. As soon as they entered, three women in uniforms bowed to them in unison, and Jia Huan gave Gu Jiajia a surprised look.

Gu Jiajia smiled and said: "This is the costume stylist prepared for you. Mr. Zhao has something important to announce for today's dinner."

"Is it about the engagement or the appointment of a position?" Jia Huan asked.

Gu Jiajia heard the monk's dissatisfaction and smiled apologetically: "It should be both, Mr. Zhao is looking forward to both of these things."

Jia Huan smiled calmly and chose a dress under the guidance of the stylist. Most of the clothes on the rack were in warm colors, such as pink, rose, coral, pink, wine, and Chinese red. Jia Huan looked at this auspicious and festive scene.

The bustling scene couldn't help but sneer, pointing to a black see-through evening dress crowded in the corner:

"This one."

Gu Jiajia's expression changed slightly, and then she left the room respectfully.

Jia Huan sat in front of the makeup mirror, watching the makeup artist carefully holding the mink brush and gently swiping it on her face. A blush hung on her pale cheeks like morning glow. Jia Huan couldn't help but twitch the corner of her mouth and smile bitterly.

: "Okay. No need to change it."

"But, miss-" the makeup artist hesitated.

"Get out." Jia Huan's expression was serious and not angry. The makeup artist and the other two stylists looked at each other, bowed and left the room.

Jia Huan picked up the eyebrow pencil on the table and swiped it at the peak of her eyebrows, as if the morning mist had faded away and the peaks were revealed, showing off her charming beauty. Her facial features are already deep, and her skin is white and translucent, so there is no need for too much vulgar powder.

Jia Huan took out a tube of lip gloss from her bag and put a little bit between her lips. Her lips became brighter and fuller, making her look like a beautiful lady.

It's not that Jia Huan doesn't like bright colors, it's just that she can't let herself be happy in this situation. Her father Thomas has just passed away, and only black suits her mood.

Due to Thomas' status, Jia Huan could not express this reason. Perhaps in Gu Jiajia's view, Jia Huan's actions just now were a bit willful and inappropriate, but Jia Huan did not want to explain, and it was enough to live up to her own feelings.

The bride changed into her dress and high heels, and loosened her long hair from the top of her head. Her wavy, glossy and soft hair swayed like flowing clouds and waterfalls.

"Dang Dang" there was a soft knock on the door, and a rich male voice came: "Moy, can I come in?"

Zhao Nianen? Jiahuan frowned slightly: "Please come in."

The door opened in response. Zhao Nianen was wearing a black Chinese tunic suit with a solid-color linen stand-up collar shirt underneath. He was already slightly chubby. This Chinese style dress made him look casual, friendly and extraordinary.

Zhao Nianen smiled and looked at Jia Huan, and his tone was gentle and full of praise: "Moy is indeed naturally beautiful. That kid is not good enough for you, hahaha..."

Jia Huan smiled reservedly: "Uncle Zhao was joking."

Zhao Nianen took Jia Huan's hand and put it in his arms:

"Let's go. Today, all the prominent people in Dongling have gathered. I will take this opportunity to formally introduce you to them."

Jia Huan nodded and followed him out. Zhao Nianen did not take his hand away from the back of Jia Huan's hand until he was in the corridor. Jia Huan smiled and clenched his teeth secretly. This Zhao Nianen was indeed a hypocrite!

Around the corner was the reception hall. There were two rows of waiters in tuxedos standing outside the hall door. When they saw Zhao Nianen, they all saluted him respectfully. Zhao Nianen took a flower bracelet from the waiter and put it on his wrist for Jia Huan. At this time,

Xiao Yinuo, who put on a white suit, walked out of the hall in high spirits while talking on the phone and holding champagne in one hand.

Zhao Nianen looked solemn and was about to speak, but Xiao Yinuo nodded to them and walked straight to the elevator. He did not stop the whole process and kept talking on the phone in a low voice.

Zhao Nianen looked at Xiao Yinuo's back, his expression changed again and again, he patted the back of Jia Huan's hand as if to comfort him, said a few perfunctory words to the guests greeting him around him, then let go of Jia Huan's hand and walked towards Xiao Yinuo.

Jia Huan looked at them as if nothing had happened, wondering what kind of medicine they were selling in the gourd.

Xiao Yinuo stood at the elevator entrance and seemed a little impatient. He pressed the down button again. At this time, Zhao Nianen walked up to him:

"where you go?"

Xiao Yinuo's eyes flickered, he slowly put down the phone beside his ear, and said coldly: "My play has been finished, and now that I have nothing to do here, can't I leave?"

"Don't you know why we are holding this reception?!" Zhao Nianen said, and the elevator dinged. Xiao Yinuo turned his head and looked at Zhao Nianen, twitching the corner of his mouth slightly: "That's your business." After saying that,

, and walked into the elevator.

Zhao Nianen clenched his fists, and it took him a long time to suppress himself from exploding. However, his face was still red from suppressing it, as if he was not talking just now, but drank a whole bottle of Erguotou in one breath.

Jia Huan was tired from the journey and didn’t want to attend any cocktail party. When he saw Xiao Yinuo leaving early, he wanted to leave too, but he didn’t know where to go. Seeing Zhao Nianen standing there in a daze, Jia Huan slowly walked over without speaking.

Then I saw a charming woman wearing a burgundy slanted shoulder-length floor-length skirt passing by Jia Huan. The woman walked up to Zhao Nianen and took Zhao Nianen's arm:

"Why are you standing here? Are there any important guests who haven't come?"

The woman's voice was clear and clear, like a bugle blowing in Jia Huan's ears. Jia Huan secretly sneered, "Is this woman treating herself as a love rival?"

Do you want to declare your sovereignty?

Zhao Nianen turned around and patted the back of the woman's hand, but his eyes fell directly on Jia Huan. After a moment, Zhao Nianen let go of the woman's hand on his arm and said:

"Let me introduce you, this is Miss Moy, she is my female companion today." After saying that, he looked at Jia Huan and introduced the woman next to him as Mo Shasha.

Jia Huan doesn't like women who are too scheming. Looking at Mo Shasha, she nodded reservedly as a greeting. Mo Shasha still smiled brightly, but she couldn't hide the deep loneliness in her eyes. She pushed Zhao Nianen's arm coquettishly, what?

Without saying anything, he turned around, picked up a glass of champagne from the waiter's hand, and left gracefully.

Zhao Nianen was always normal, holding Jia Huan's hand and putting it into his arm. This domineering behavior made Jia Huan feel disgusted. Jia Huan had been on a plane for more than ten hours and had just experienced a near-miss plane crash.

What is more important than rest? But Zhao Nianen decided to hold a cocktail party today!

When they walked into the venue, the guests toasted to them one after another. Jia Huan smiled but still couldn't help but whispered: "Xiao Yinuo is leaving?" The implication was that she also wanted to leave.

Zhao Nianen was slightly startled and glanced at Jia Huan: "I will explain it to you later, but you must attend today's cocktail party."

We had nothing to say about our family reunion, and now we were living under someone else's roof. We couldn't do anything we wanted, so we nodded and decided to cooperate with Zhao Nianen's decision. In fact, this kind of cocktail party was extremely boring, and it was nothing more than an opportunity for everyone to communicate. We couldn't even enjoy the chat to the fullest.

Those who didn't come could only exchange casual greetings, in short, they just looked familiar.

Domestic banquets do not focus on entertainment, but focus more on business exchanges. If you don’t know anyone at a family banquet, you won’t be able to enjoy the fun of a cocktail party.

After following Zhao Nianen like a vase for a long time, Jiahuan almost got into a fight. Seeing Zhao Nianen's expression suddenly turned serious, and his eyes turned to a middle-aged man standing at the door of the hall who had just come in, Jiahuan couldn't help but straighten his back.

I also became nervous.

"Who is he?" Jia Huan asked quietly. Subconsciously, he felt that Zhao Nianen held this cocktail party just for this belated man.

This man was dressed in a regular black suit. Although it was not a famous brand, the tailoring of the fabric was quite particular. His trousers were straight, his hair was meticulous, and he wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose. They looked very redundant and seemed to be entirely to block the awe-inspiring look in his eyes.

Rage.

Jia Huan returned to China four years ago and attended a seaside cocktail party with Thomas. There were many wealthy gentry and political dignitaries among them, and this person's appearance was very consistent with the kind of political person who holds great power and acts in a low-key manner.

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"Come." After Zhao Nian'en finished speaking, he took Jia Huan's hand and walked toward the man. The man seemed to see Zhao Nian'en, raised his chin slightly, and walked towards them proudly.

Jia Huan saw Zhao Nianen's rare smile restrained, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, which seemed to be a smile but not a smile. There was something wrong with his aura. Aren't they friends?!

Jia Huan was thinking that the three of them had met in the middle of the venue.

"Long time no see, Mr. Zhao, how are you?" The man said his simple greeting in such an arrogant manner that it sounded cold.

"Director Wang is here. I hope you will forgive me for missing Zhao." Zhao Nian'en said.
Chapter completed!