Not long after Tang Qianrong and An Jingxing entered the door, a waiter wearing black and white came over and called Tang Qianrong away.
An Jingxing was alone at the bar and took a sip of a cocktail.
After a while, a group of beautiful foreign men in tuxedos gathered around, chatting and laughing. An Jingxing didn't take it seriously at first, and even stepped back to make room for these people.
Unexpectedly, when she took one step back, the group of men took one step closer. When she took two steps back, they took two steps forward. Finally, seeing the meaningful smile on the face of the man in front of them, An Jingxing finally understood and stopped talking.
He backed away, put down his wine glass, looked at the man in front, straightened his back, and asked.
"Is there a problem?"
Hearing that An Jingxing was speaking Chinese, John Hodder was slightly startled. He somehow remembered An Jingxing, whom he had met in Thailand that day, and looked at the woman in front of him.
She felt that the dress between the two of them was really very different, and they looked different, so she smiled and said frivolously: "It's nothing, little beauty. It's not interesting for brothers to drink by themselves. Do you want to come with us?"
Want a drink?"
"Sorry, I'm too drunk. If you want to drink, you should find someone else." Not wanting to cause unnecessary trouble, An Jingxing finished speaking and planned to turn around and leave.
However, how could John let her go so easily? He blocked her way with just a flick of his shoulder.
"Hey, why are you in such a hurry? I see your male partner isn't here, so even if you chat with us, it's not a big deal..."
When An Jingxing saw that they were unwilling to be kind, he couldn't help but feel a little anxious. After all, Mr. Tang brought him to the banquet, and there must not be ordinary people among them.
Once offended, not to mention that it is not good for yourself, it may even cause trouble for Mr. Tang.
With this thought, An Jingxing did not dare to speak rashly. Seeing An Jingxing's hesitation, John thought that the other party was shocked by his words, so he planned to take a step forward and reach out to remove the mask from her face.
However, just when John Hodder's hand almost touched the mask on An Jingxing's face, An Jingxing suddenly turned his face slightly and avoided his hand.
He took a step back, looked at John, and smiled: "Is this how the little Earl's family treats guests? Since it's a mask party, wouldn't it be too rude to take off other people's masks now?"
He didn't expect that An Jingxing would see through his identity. John was slightly startled, and looked at the woman in front of him again: "Tsk, I really didn't expect that, how did you know that I was the little earl? Or did you mean to speak in Chinese on purpose?
Did you actually understand English when I spoke? You didn’t realize it. It looks like a vase, but it’s actually a scheming person.”
John Hodder has known Tang Qianrong for more than 20 years. When he saw him bringing a woman to a party for the first time, the first thing that came to his mind was that this woman was very clever.
Needless to say, everyone in the industry knows what kind of wealth the Tang family has.
What interested him the most was what purpose this woman had in getting close to Tang Qianrong.
"If the little earl thinks so, so be it. But I have never seen many people who are so flamboyant as to wear the earl name brand as a collar button on their chest. EARL is the term for an English earl. I have mentioned it in a short story before
I’ve seen it in reading, so I recognize it. As for English, I don’t understand much, and I’m not very good at speaking it. But the word vase, I’m afraid most women won’t like to hear it.”
