flame hunter

Seeing this, Jiahuan sat more firmly, turned her head to one side gracefully, and remained silent.

At this moment, dismissing Xiao Yinuo's provocation is the best way to deal with it, she can't act like a shrew and quarrel with him, can she? !Thinking about it, Jiahuan couldn't help but despise this man for being stingy.

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

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

Xiao Yinuo walked halfway, stopped suddenly, turned around and went back to Moy, looked down at her, for a moment, bent his arms, and gave Jiahuan a wink.

Jiahuan hesitated for a moment, then put his hand into his arms.It's just a joke, these are compulsory courses for wealthy families, how could Jiahuan not understand.The two walked into the lobby of the hotel harmoniously and elegantly, and the combination of handsome men and beautiful women really attracted a lot of attention.

Zhao Nianen's party was on the top floor. Gu Jiajia took Moy into a luxurious suite on the same floor. As soon as they entered the door, three women in uniforms bowed deeply to them at the same time. Jiahuan 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 at the dinner party today."

"Is it about a marriage contract or an appointment?" Jiahuan asked.

Gu Jiajia heard Monk Huan's dissatisfaction, and smiled apologetically: "There should be both, Mr. Zhao is looking forward to these two things."

Jiahuan smiled calmly, and chose the dress under the guidance of the stylist.Most of the entire row on the clothing rack is in warm colors, pink rose red coral red, pink wine red Chinese red, Jiahuan looked at this auspicious and festive scene, couldn't help but sneered, and pointed to a group of people crowded in the corner A black sheer back evening dress:

"This one."

Gu Jiajia's complexion changed slightly, and it was fleeting, and she said goodbye respectfully and left the room.

Sitting in front of the make-up mirror, Jia Huan watched the make-up artist carefully hold the sable brush and gently sweep it over her face, a blush hung on her pale cheeks like the morning glow.Jiahuan couldn't help but twitched the corners of her mouth and smiled wryly: "Okay. No more melting."

"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 exchanged glances and bowed to leave the room.

Jia Huan picked up the eyebrow pencil on the table and swipe at the peak of the eyebrows, as if the morning mist had faded away to reveal the spirit peaks, full of charms.Her facial features are inherently profound, and her skin is fair enough and translucent, so she doesn't need too much vulgar makeup.Jia Huan took out a tube of lip gloss from her bag and dabbed it on her lips, making her lips appear brighter and fuller, making her look like a beautiful woman.

It's not that Jiahuan doesn't like bright colors, it's just that she can't let herself enjoy the situation.Daddy Thomas had just passed away, and only black suited her state of mind.

Due to Thomas's status, Jiahuan couldn't explain this reason. Perhaps in Gu Jiajia's view, Jiahuan's actions just now were a bit capricious and inappropriate, but Jiahuan didn't want to explain, and it was enough to be worthy of her own heart.

Jia Huan changed into her dress and high-heeled shoes, and loosened her long hair on top of her head. Her wavy black, shiny and soft hair swayed like a waterfall of flowing clouds.

"Dangdang" knocked on the door softly, and a thick male voice came: "moy, can I come in?"

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

The door of the room opened in response. Zhao Nianen was wearing a black Chinese tunic suit with a solid-color linen stand-up collar shirt inside. He was already slightly fat, and this kind of Chinese-style attire seemed casual and friendly, with extraordinary bearing.

Zhao Nianen looked at Jiahuan with a smile, and his tone was gentle and full of praise: "Moy is indeed a natural beauty, no matter how you look at it, that kid is not good enough for you, hahaha..."

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

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

"Let's go, today Tang Ling's famous figures are all gathered, I will take this opportunity to formally introduce you to them."

Jia Huan nodded and followed him out, until Zhao Nian'en took his hand away from the back of Jia Huan's hand in the corridor. Jia Huan was smiling and secretly clenched his teeth. This Zhao Nian'en is indeed a hypocrite!

Turning the corner is the reception hall, and there are two rows of waiters in tuxedos standing outside the hall door. Seeing Zhao Nianen, they all salute him respectfully.Zhao Nianen took a flower bracelet from the waiter and put it on his wrist for Jia Huan. At this moment, Xiao Yinuo, who was dressed in a white suit, walked out of the hall while talking on the phone and holding champagne in the other. .

Zhao Nian'en looked serious, and was about to speak, but Xiao Yinuo nodded to them, and went straight to the elevator entrance, without stopping the whole time, talking on the phone in a low voice from beginning to end.

Looking at Xiao Yinuo's back, Zhao Nian'en's face changed again and again, he patted Jiahuan's hand as if comforting him, and said a few perfunctory words to the guests who greeted him, then let go of Jiahuan's hand and walked towards Xiao Yinuo.

Jia Huan looked at them as if nothing had happened, not knowing what kind of medicine was sold in the gourd for these two people, one with a red face and the other with a pale face.

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

"where are you going?"

Xiao Yinuo's eyes flickered slightly, he slowly put down the phone by his ear, and said coldly: "My play is over, I have nothing to do here now, can't I go?"

"Don't you know why this reception is held?!" Zhao Nianen said, the elevator dinged, Xiao Yinuo turned his head to look at Zhao Nianen, and slightly twitched the corner of his mouth: "That's your business." After finishing speaking , then walked into the elevator.

Zhao Nianen clenched his fists, and it took him a long time to suppress his eruption, but his face was still flushed, as if he had not been talking just now, but had poured a whole bottle of Erguotou in one go.

Jiahuan was tired from the journey and didn't want to attend any reception at all, but when she saw Xiao Yinuo leaving early, she wanted to leave too, but she didn't know where to go.Seeing that Zhao Nianen was in a daze, Jia Huan walked over slowly. Before he could speak, he saw a charming woman in a wine red long dress with slanted shoulders passing by Jia Huan. The woman walked up to Zhao Nianen. He took Zhao Nianen's arm beside him:

"Why are you standing here? Is there any important guest not here?"

The woman's voice was clear, like a bugle blowing in Jia Huan's ears.Jia Huan secretly sneered, this woman of feelings regards herself as a rival in love? !I just got a little closer. Is it worthwhile to demonstrate to myself so quickly and rush to swear sovereignty?

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

"Let me introduce. This is Miss Moy. She is my girlfriend today." After speaking, he looked at Jiahuan and introduced the woman beside him as Mo Shasha.

Jia Huan doesn't like women who are too scheming. Seeing Mo Shasha 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 and picked up a glass of champagne from the waiter, and left gracefully.

Zhao Nianen was always the same as before, holding Jiahuan's hand and putting it in his arms. This kind of domineering behavior disgusted Jiahuan.Jiahuan has been on a plane for more than ten hours and has just experienced a near-miss air crash. What is more important than rest?But Zhao Nian'en wants to hold a reception today!

When they walked into the venue, the guests toasted to them one after another, Jiahuan smiled but still couldn't help whispering: "Xiao Yinuo is gone?" The implication is that she also wants to leave.

Zhao Nianen was slightly taken aback, and glanced at Jiahuan: "I will explain to you later, but you must attend today's reception."

Jia Huan had nothing to say, now that she was dependent on others, she couldn't be willful, so she nodded and decided to cooperate with Zhao Nianen's decision.In fact, this kind of reception is extremely boring, it is nothing more than an opportunity for everyone to communicate.Those who can chat can't have a good time, and those who can't chat can only exchange casual greetings, in short, they just look familiar.

Domestic banquets do not focus on entertainment, but more on business communication. Jiahuan does not know anyone, and it is impossible to enjoy the fun of the reception.

After being a vase by Zhao Nian'en's side for a long time, Jia Huan almost burst into laughter. Seeing Zhao Nian'en's expression suddenly became serious, and his gaze turned to a middle-aged man who just came in at the entrance of the hall, Jia Huan couldn't help but straighten his back. I also became tense.

"Who is he?" Jiahuan asked quietly.Subconsciously felt that Zhao Nianen held this reception just for this man who came late.

This man was wearing a well-proportioned black suit, although it was not a famous brand, but the tailoring material was quite particular, his trousers were straight, his hair was meticulous, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses were on the bridge of his nose, which looked superfluous, as if it was completely to cover up Ling Ran's glare in his eyes hostility.

Jia Huan returned to China four years ago, and attended a seaside reception with Thomas. There were many wealthy gentry, rich and important politicians, and this person's attire was very suitable for the kind of political person who held a lot of power and acted in a low-key manner. .

"Come." After Zhao Nianen finished speaking, he held Jiahuan's hand and greeted the man. The man seemed to see Zhao Nianen, his chin raised slightly, and he walked towards them proudly.

Jiahuan saw that Zhao Nianen's smile was rarely restrained, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, which seemed to be a smile, and there was something wrong with his aura. Aren't they friends? !

Jiahuan thought, the three had already met in the middle of the venue.

"Long time no see, Mr. Zhao, are you okay?" The man said a simple greeting with arrogance, which sounded rather cold.

"Director Wang is here, I hope Zhao forgives me for being far away." Zhao Nianen said.

"Where is it?" Wang Yuanchu sneered, secretly thinking that you, Zhao Nian'en, have no backing now, and you dare to hold such a high-profile high-class party in the city, you are looking for death.