The cheongsam beauty becomes a god after the end of the law

Jiuyue Xuan is reserved tonight, and all 168 tables on the four floors are occupied.

When Chen Xiangyin arrived at Jiuyuexuan, it was already past nine o'clock in the evening.

Last time I came here, Jiuyuexuan was quiet and elegant. This time, even the foyer was full of people and it was noisy and lively.

Lao Longtou's guests are more quaint than ordinary guests, have loud voices and are informal.

Chen Xiangyin changed her clothes and wore an ankle-length purple cheongsam embroidered with dark branches.

The cheongsam perfectly outlines her extremely graceful and slender figure.

The slender calves are vaguely visible in the side placket.

The wound on the head of Agarwood's head has not completely healed, so he wears a round hat with fine gauze that half-covers his face.

The solemn and noble dress is mysterious and beautiful.

According to the instructions, Chen Xiang took the elevator to the top floor.

Looking around the banquet hall on the top floor, red lanterns and ribbons stretch for dozens of meters and hang all over the ceiling.

The birthday banquet has started for more than two hours. The guests have finished their meals and it is a lively social time.

Such a warm atmosphere is not only a grand event to celebrate the 99th birthday of the old leader, but also a demonstration of the strong power of Qinglong Group.

There is a story behind every smile, and every blessing carries deep meaning.

Chen Xiang glanced past the noisy crowd and landed on the twenty-person table at the end.

The old leader is sitting high on the throne, with Pang Xianshun, who has not been seen for a long time, sitting on his left, and He Soaring to the Sky on his right.

He Tingtian was half leaning on the back of his chair, swinging the clear and transparent wine glass in his hand lazily. When someone came to propose a toast, he raised his chin slightly and clinked the glasses.

He looked like he'd had quite a bit to drink, and a blush was rising on his cheeks.

Two buttons of the collar of the white shirt were torn open, and the sharp edges and the tattoo attached to it were clearly visible.

Among the crowd, He Chongtian, who was tall and had a dangerous and violent aura, was always the one who stood out the most.

Pang Xianshun looks much healthier than before.

Not far away, Lin Qiaozhu had thick peach blossoms at the end of her eyes. She was wearing a red slim-fitting fishtail skirt, which made her skin as white as snow.

She was slowly walking towards Pang Xianshun to toast.

While joking, Lin Qiaozhu smiled and bent down, squatting at Pang Xianshun's feet.

Taking advantage of the drunkenness, he laughed so hard that his flowers trembled, and he lay on Pang Xianshun's lap for a moment.

Pang Xianshun was very interested in this beauty, so he bent down to her and persuaded her to continue drinking.

Lin Qiaozhu drank the wine in the glass boldly, and the waves on her chest squeezed by the dress undulated violently, making Pang Xian's eyes straighten.

She really does everything to get the upper hand.

Zhou Chengwang lost power and could not stand up again, so he turned around and fished for the emperor's eldest grandson.

"Agarwood Yin?" The man's voice in his ear interrupted Chen Xiangyin's observation.

According to the reputation, it is a banquet.

He moved his gaze away from Chen Xiang and looked around at the people around him with a hint of warning.

Only then did Chen Xiangyin realize that everyone around her was looking at her, some looking at her probingly and some with evil gazes.

"Why don't you go in when you're here? I'll take you there." Qi Yan said and looked at the few people around who were bold enough to still stare at her, "He Chongtian is inside."

At the mention of He Chongtian's name, the raging gazes around him suddenly converged.

Chen Xiang hummed and followed Qi Yan who was leading the way.

Surrounded by glasses of wine, the strong aroma of wine emanated from the glasses that collided all around.

The crowd is noisy, and wherever the agarwood leads, the air is quiet for a moment.

She was so beautiful, so dazzling and breathtaking that her beauty was so aggressive that it hit her heart.

Chen Xiangyin's name is already a hot topic, but almost no one in the world has seen her. This beauty that meets her eyes quickly arouses discussion.

Two tables apart, He Chongtian, who was leaning slightly on the back of his chair, suddenly looked over.

Their eyes met, He blew out a breath of smoke, and after a brief moment of surprise, the corners of his mouth curled up in a seductive arc.

He raised his eyebrows subtly, tilted his head and took a long puff of the cigarette between his fingers, and then put the cigarette butt out in the ashtray.

Chen Xiangyin was glued to his hot gaze, and unnaturally turned away to look at Lin Qiaozhu.

So corny, Pang Xianshun took Lin Qiaozhu's hand and looked at her palm prints.

Agarwood approaches slowly and slowly, swaying step by step.

When he reached He Chongtian's side, He Chongtian turned sideways and looked up at her, "Why are you here?" His voice sounded seductively drunk.

He's arms wrapped around his waist, naturally holding her close.

He Tongtian's smile froze, and he put his palm on her back and explored it again, "Why is it so cold?"

Before Chen Xiangyin could reply, he suddenly felt a look that made his whole body hairy.

"Agarwood, you're late."

The old dragon's wrinkled face was smiling, and there was a bit of weird excitement in his old, flat voice.

As soon as she finished speaking, Lin Qiaozhu, who was squatting on the ground and flirting, suddenly stood up and looked at her in disbelief.

Chen Xiangyin suppressed his fear of the old dragon head and glanced at Lin Qiaozhu.

"I had something to do at night and was delayed for a while. I hurriedly took my time but I finally caught up."

The old faucet smiled coldly, "You're late, you'll have to decide how many drinks you'll be fined."

Chen Xiangyin sat down next to He Chongtian, picked up He Chongtian's wine glass and filled it with wine.

"How about I punish you until you stop?" Chen Xiangyin glanced at Lin Qiaozhu again. Her face was extremely ugly and she was frozen there.

Chen Xiangyin didn't want to toast at all.

There is a rush of heat in my heart, my heart is surging, and I deliberately drink to cheer up.

He stood up, picked up the wine glass, and said, "Mr. Pang, the pines are evergreen and the bamboos are evergreen. I wish you this day and this day every year."

When you take a glass of white wine into your mouth, the soft soy sauce aroma spreads in your mouth, which is deep and lingering for a long time.

Chen Xiangyin was in a good mood and chuckled, then poured the second cup, the third cup...

The eyes of the people around her were all attracted to her, and they all had different opinions.

"Is this Mr. He's woman Chen Xiangyin?"

"She is the most beautiful woman of all time! No wonder Mr. He hides her so tightly and never brings her out! She is more beautiful than the stars!"

"Master He didn't take her out because...I also heard...this woman's brain is not normal..."

"Tsk, when you say that, it seems like... you see, she is... addicted to drinking."

"Sure enough, no one is perfect, but for a woman with such charm, even if she has to trade her brains for it, I will give it to me!"

"What do you know? I saw Miss Shen's style once at the North Peak of Qingshan Mountain! Her mind is spinning so fast! She is so smart!"

Chen Xiangyin couldn't hear the sounds around him, and could only see the stunned Lin Qiaozhu.

She didn't even want to blink for fear of missing the moment.

Lin Qiaozhu was distracted chatting and laughing with Pang Xianshun. Pang Xianshun's hand teased the side of her face, and he bent his fingers to scratch.

When Chen Xiangyin was drinking his sixth glass of wine, He Chongtian held his hand down.

He Chongtian turned to the old dragon head and said: "Lao Pang, the sixth cup is such an auspicious number. I will lend you flowers to offer Buddha's greetings to you. I wish you good luck and prosperity."

The wine glass in Chen Xiang's hand was carried away by the crane, and he suddenly raised his head and swallowed the whole glass of wine in one gulp, with a smile on his lips.

He looks high-spirited and domineering.

Lao Longtou's unclear smile froze on his face, and he laughed suddenly, "Hahaha. Xiaohe loves women."

Chen Xiang shifted his gaze to He Chongtian's face. Under Lin Qiaozhu's gaze, he lightly tapped He Chongtian's cheek.

He Chongtian's eyes flashed with light, turbulent yet restrained desire overflowed from his eyes, his words were complete but his meaning was endless.

Lin Qiaozhu was as stiff as she could be when facing Pang Xianshun's smiling face.

Any man would look particularly inappropriate next to He Chongtian.

Especially at this moment, the drunken and emotional crane towers into the sky, which makes people dizzy and kills without repaying their lives.

Suddenly, a shrill scream echoed throughout the banquet hall.

Without any warning, a huge billowing cloud of white mist erupted from Lin Qiaozhu's head.

All goes well and the fun begins.