Wealthy Child Bride: Hello, Mr. President

  Yan Xu turned around and smiled softly at her, "Nothing." Impossible, she couldn't come here.

  Han Baoer looked at it for a long time without seeing anything strange, and withdrew his gaze. Holding his arm, shaking coquettishly, "Brother Xu, let's go in, we have to visit Aunt Ji first."

"Yep."

  Yan Xu took out his hand without a trace, and walked ahead genially. Han Bao'er's expression distorted for a moment, and the next second she returned to what a noble Miss Han should have, and Pingting followed behind Yan Xu.

   After confirming that the two were far away, Han Xiaoye raised his head and held Champagne's hand tightly.

   "Ono, Quan Ronglian is here!"

  Suri's voice came right at this moment, and there was a crackling typing sound from the walkie-talkie.

   "Hey, he didn't bring a female companion, he brought a... man?"

man! Quan Ronglian actually brought a man on this occasion! Han Xiaoye's head floated through two capital letters, and the whole person became excited. If she can take an intimate photo of Quan Ronglian and a man, it will be a big news!

   She quickly adjusted her state, her waist was no longer sore, and her legs were no longer sore. Straightening up, he walked out with a champagne bottle in a standard manner...

  Suri's information is really invincible. As soon as she entered the venue, she immediately noticed the unruly man, Quan Ronglian, who was nearly 1.9 meters tall!

The top-picked peach blossom eyes are captivating, and his delicate but unfeminine face is full of domineering 'this uncle is not happy now, the idlers are retreating', on such a formal occasion, he came wearing a pair of flip-flops, Still smoking a cigarette. The blurry smoke shrouded his face even more hazy and uninhibited, and the strong male hormones attracted the attention of the women in the audience...

"what."

   The man who was stepping on flip-flops suddenly stopped, and for the first time in the world, he put the eye on the corner of his mouth between his slender index fingers.

   "Ronglian, what are you looking at?"

   Yin Jue leaned over, followed his friend's gaze, and landed on the waitress pouring wine in the corner. When he saw the heavily made-up face of the waitress, he seemed to have swallowed a fly, his expression tangled.

   "Brother, don't tell me that you like that girl."

   How heavy is this taste? He has never seen powder foundation that is as thick as one that doesn't need money. It is estimated that one can eat a mouthful of foundation with a kiss.

   Quan Ronglian flicked the cigarette from her fingertips, the ashes rustled down her fingertips, the man's voice was **** and hoarse, "Remember the stalker I told you some time ago?"

   "You mean that little loach that you didn't catch?" Yin Jue was a little strange: "Why do you suddenly mention her?"

   Quan Ronglian's bright eyes fluttered like an arrogant blue swallowtail butterfly: "Hey, little loach opened a bottle of champagne."

Yin Jue saw that the heavily made-up waitress was just opening a bottle of champagne again... He suddenly turned around, looking like he was in a **** of a way, "No, how did she get into Mr. Ji's banquet? It's a good thing, but for such a big event as the old man's birthday banquet, the list of hotel service personnel should also be checked and checked, right? Besides, that person will also come today, and the Ji family wants to climb that person's Gaozhi for a day or two, why? I will allow such a hidden danger to be buried on the day that will come."

   "That's why I said she was funny."

   Quan Ronglian casually threw away the cigarette **** and ran over the spark above with flip-flops. He took out a lighter from his jacket, lit a faint blue flame, and lit a cigarette again. He held the slender cigarette in his thin lips and spit out a circle, which was indescribably sexy.

   "Let's go, Yin Jue. Go catch the loach with the uncle."

   Yin Jue quickly grabbed him, "You're not going to do it now, are you?"

"Can not?"

"Don't." Yin Jue was determined not to let go, "Brother, I'm calling you brother, the Ji family is no longer in a good mood, and the old fox of the Ji family is still alive. If you want to ruin today's game, I can't help it, so I can only Your identity is revealed."

   Quan Ronglian's peach blossom eyes narrowed.

   Yin Jue's scalp was numb, and it just so happened that at this moment, everyone looked forward with thunderous applause. Yin Jue felt that the topic changed, "Look, the Ji family's people have come out!"

   Han Xiaoye, who did not realize that he had been exposed at all, took advantage of the fact that everyone was in the stands, carefully took out his camera, and quickly snapped a few pictures at the unruly man with a cigarette.

  I got it!

  Han Xiaoye's eyes lit up!

   God was helping her, but the man dressed as a noble man next to Quan Ronglian suddenly grabbed Quan Ronglian's hand, and she even captured a few 'affectionate' looking at each other.

  Hey, take these photos to the employer, and you will get 500,000.

  Han Xiaoye got the photo and was about to put away the camera when suddenly her hand was restrained.

"It's you…"

  Han Boa was in disbelief, and his eyes fell on the camera.

   "What did you do with the camera?"

  Han Xiaoye jumped abruptly, lowered his face, "Let go."

Han Baoer didn't let go, but held on tighter, with suppressed anger in his voice, and many complex emotions hidden in it, "Han Xiaoye, what are you doing at the banquet pretending to be a waiter? I warn you, you've already been kicked out. You're out of the Han family. Don't think that you can embarrass the Han family by doing a little trick behind your back. You are you, and the Han family is the Han family!" She almost squeezed the last sentence out of her throat.

  Han Xiaoye gave her a mocking look, "Don't worry, I have no interest in your Han family."

   "Then you are here for Brother Xu?" Han Baoer was very sharp, as if he had caught the thief who stole her things, and asked sharply, "Han Xiaoye, do you still want to face?"

  “…”

   Damn!

   What if she wants to hit someone again?

   "Ono, is there something wrong with you? Why am I hearing something wrong?" Suri's voice hurriedly came from the walkie-talkie behind her ear.

   Although it was very quiet, Han Baoer was too close to her.

   "Who? Who is talking to you? Do you still have a party?"

   She reached out to grab the walkie-talkie.

   "Shit!" Han Xiaoye dodged her hand, quickly pulled off the walkie-talkie, and turned off the switch. Then he hid it in the pocket of his clothes, and on the other side, he started to break free from the hand that Han Baoer was holding.

   At this moment, I don't know who said what, and the audience burst into applause. No one noticed the quarrel in the corner.

   After being kicked out of the Han family, Han Xiaoye deliberately went to learn women's melee combat for several years. How could the pampered Han Baoer be her opponent. In the blink of an eye, she had already shaken off Han Baoer's hand. Han Baoer stumbled, his heels sag, and he fell to the ground.

  Han Xiaoye didn't bother to care about her.

   The photo she wants to take has already been taken, how long are you waiting for this time?

   "Stop!"

   She had just walked a few steps when Han Baoer suddenly shouted loudly behind her.

   "Han Xiaoye, stop!"

Depend on! Han Baoer, is this woman crazy? Just now I kept telling her about the reputation of the Han family, but in a blink of an eye, I forgot all about it.

   She only stopped when she was sick!

  Han Xiaoye quickened his pace and wanted to sneak in the crowd...