When fishing beauty is bound to the rich system

Zhao Sinian smiled gently, looking at Lin Xinran with very gentle eyes, and said softly: "Junlan Villa is also one of my properties. Is Ranran here on behalf of Huaxin Group?"

What?

Huaxin Group?

Qi Tai, Shi Ze, William and Song Zhijie were all dumbfounded.

Lin Xinran raised her eyebrows slightly, smiled and nodded: "I guess so."

She almost forgot that she received two invitations, one was to Lin Xinran, the president and chairman of Huaxin Group, and the other was to Lin Xinran, the respected gold black card user.

She just came with an invitation letter at random.

"The auction will start in half an hour. I packed some Chinese cakes from Weixuan Pavilion today. I remember you like them very much. I'll have someone prepare some for you when the auction starts."

pastry!

It’s from Weixuan Pavilion!

Lin Xinran's eyes lit up instantly: "Thank you Si Nian, you are so thoughtful. It just so happens that I didn't eat anything tonight, and I was worried that I might be hungry soon."

Zhao Sinian chuckled, and his handsome face dazzled Lin Xinran: "Don't worry, in my territory, I will do my best to satisfy you whatever you want. If you need anything, feel free to tell the waiter."

After the two chatted for a few more words, Zhao Sinian was called away by his assistant and said goodbye in a hurry.

Qi Tai looked at her meaningfully: "Boss Lin, you are really a hidden talent! We rack our brains every day but can't figure out who is behind this Huaxin Group that suddenly appeared. I didn't expect it to be you."

Lin Xinran waved her hand casually: "Oh, it's just a small company, nothing worth mentioning."

William and Shi Ze suddenly remembered that at the party that day, someone asked Lin Xinran what her family did. What was her answer?

Oh yes, my family runs a small business.

Small companies...

But in fact, in Lin Xinran's eyes, Huaxin Group's current scale and the fields it involves make it indeed a small company.

There are still fifteen minutes until the auction.

A man wearing a black suit, with a handsome face and a temperament as cold as a god appeared at the door. That man was Lu Yihan.

Lu Yihan glanced at his watch casually, and after his cold eyes locked onto Su Chen's position, he saw the figure beside him, it was Liu Qingqing again.

Lu Yihan, who was about to go find them, paused and walked decisively to the other side.

Liu Qingqing was eating the fruit that Su Chen brought, looking lazily at the scenery outside the window, listening to the two men telling her about interesting things at work. A smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and her gorgeous appearance became a little more charming.

She suddenly saw Lu Yihan's figure in the reflection of the window, and the laziness in her expression disappeared, replaced by joy and a strong possessiveness.

In her opinion, an outstanding man like Lu Yihan could not be worthy of an ordinary woman, whether in terms of family background or appearance. Only she, only she who grew up with them, could be worthy of him.

And her possessiveness is so funny.

Her eyes were fixed on Lu Yihan's figure. As soon as he appeared at the banquet, many people greeted him with wine glasses. Liu Qingqing's eyes were full of pride, as if saying, look, this is my man, this is the man I like, and the only man who is qualified to marry her in the future.

Su Chen and Wen Shiyan naturally noticed her expression. Su Chen pursed his lips a little disappointed, and the love in his eyes for Liu Qingqing seemed to be hidden a little.

However, there was a slight hint of sarcasm in Wen Shiyan's eyes. His thin lips curled up slightly. He held the wine glass in his hand and drank the wine in sips. Liu Qingqing was quite good-looking and had a good figure, but her brain was not very bright.

He suddenly began to think deeply. Was it necessary for him to maintain this fragile relationship with her?

Suddenly he remembered that night when Liu Qingqing came to him on her own initiative. Although they did not proceed to the last step, he was indeed pleased by her.

Forget it, let’s wait and see. If she is still so stupid, what’s the use of having a pretty appearance?

Lin Xinran's beautiful eyes moved around, looking at the inexplicable atmosphere among the three people, and then looked at Lu Yihan who was talking to someone.

From her angle, she could just see his profile. The outline of his profile was clearly visible. His face was cold, and his pair of black eyes were cold and indifferent. His face was handsome like an immortal. She didn't dare to approach such a man easily. Liu Qingqing was too fanciful.

Lu Yihan keenly noticed her gaze, and slightly turned sideways, looking at her with a cold gaze. Lin Xinran smiled and nodded as a greeting, with a calm expression and no guilt or embarrassment at all for being caught peeking at her.

Lu Yihan nodded slightly, and his dark eyes saw her delicate, pure and extremely cold face, and a hint of surprise flashed across his face. After only a second of surprise, he shifted his gaze.

There are still ten minutes until the auction starts.

There were some chaotic footsteps at the door again. Lin Xinran originally thought it was the staff, but unexpectedly saw several foreign faces. After Lin Xinran saw the face of the leader clearly, he instantly recognized his name: Ichiro Kuroda.

Ichiro Kuroda is not very tall, and has a typical Sakura country appearance, with a round face, thick lips, and a pair of small eyes full of disdain.

A petite woman was holding his arm next to him. That woman should be his fiancée Matsumoto Kanon.

There was a Sakura countryman of the same age following him, and the two of them chatted from time to time. Lin Xinran guessed that they were probably friends.

Following behind them was a young Chinese man wearing glasses and looking very gentle. He was most likely their translator.

After Kuroda Ichiro walked into the banquet hall, a smug smile was on his face. After he found that no one came out to greet him, his smile disappeared. Instead, he frowned in dissatisfaction and said something to the woman next to him.

The woman nodded submissively without saying anything, playing the role of a fiancée very diligently.

Ichiro Kuroda picked up a glass of wine and walked around the banquet hall somewhat boredly. Then he saw a slender figure wearing a cheongsam, with a thin waist and fair skin. What moved him most was the pair of pure and moving eyes and her exquisite and beautiful face.

Ichiro Kuroda walked quickly towards the woman.

The Chinese man following behind him seemed to understand his intention, his eyes were full of panic, but he could do nothing because he was just a hired translator. He had no money and no power, so he could only follow behind him.

Duan Ziyuan noticed that Kuroda Ichiro came to find Lin Xinran, and he stared at him sharply, wanting to walk up to her to protect her.

Lin Xinran raised her hand and patted his arm, her eyes full of coldness. Her face, which always had a smile, was expressionless at this moment. Her cold and aloof temperament was reflected in her in an instant.