Inside and outside the Junsheng International Hotel, there are lanterns and colorful decorations, and the festive Northeast red color can be seen everywhere...
I understand that this is the twenty-eighth birthday organized by Junsheng President and Binhai Scorpion Queen Han Jiangxue for herself.
I don’t know, but I thought the daughter of a wealthy family would welcome her son-in-law...
A gold-inlaid red carpet ten meters wide and one hundred meters long stretches from the hotel entrance to the open parking lot.
Hundreds of reporters were crowded on both sides of the red carpet, ready to go.
This is a red carpet that is more extravagant and luxurious than the entertainment industry.
Tonight's Binhai is destined to be known as Han Jiang's Snow Night.
A motorcade of consecutively numbered Bentleys, like a parade, slowly drove from the downtown area to the Junsheng International Hotel.
Han Jiangxue, who was sitting in the front car, was wearing gold and silver. On her slender ring finger, she wore a pebbled diamond ring that shone with low-quality luster. The diamond was so big that she was a bit shy.
Mr. Han is very confident and energetic.
When a rich man like Mr. Han wears fake goods, that is called being diligent and thrifty, and is a sign of noble moral character.
Mr. Han fiddled with his phone and sent a WeChat message: "Brother Zhang, I'm almost at the hotel. Is your hair done?"
Ding dong.
Brother Zhang quickly replied: "I'm still getting my hair permed, and the girl at the hair salon keeps urging me to apply for a card. I'm trying to mediate with her."
"Then let's do it. Tonight is a big day, so don't be late."
Mr. Han pouted and replied.
Why do you deal with the girl at the hair salon? You probably want to see how pretty the girl is, so you can start talking to her?
"Okay, don't be nagging, I promise to make it to dinner in time."
Zhang Ruoyu replied a message, threw his phone on the table, and said seriously to the little girl who was squeezing his shoulders: "Beauty, stop squeezing, you are almost squeezing me, I can't even apply for a card."
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"Sister Yuan, this guy is working hard and is not happy at all. Talk to him later and ask him to change this bad habit." Han Jiangxue held her white chin and looked at the night scene outside the window.
"Before marrying you, he had no ink marks at all." Yuan said calmly.
Not only is there no trace of ink, he is also decisive and ruthless in killing.
"Blame me?" Han Jiangxue curled her lips.
"It's your fault." Yuan said a little resentfully. "Since he got married, he has lost all his charm."
"What kind of charm does a married man need?" Mr. Han criticized seriously.
"Then you are still dressed in such fancy clothes when you get married?" Yuan glanced sideways at Mr. Han, who was dressed up to attend.
"It's my birthday today, why can't I dress up?" Mr. Han argued. "Besides, I'm so beautiful, what can I wear that doesn't look good?"
"Shameless." Yuan closed her eyes and rested, too lazy to talk to her.
The Bentley fleet drove to the parking lot and quickly attracted all attention.
The spotlights kept flashing, like welcoming an international superstar.
These media reporters all received Mr. Han's red envelope. Tomorrow morning, every media will have to take out the most beautiful photos as headlines, and they will have to boast that this is a peerless beauty that is rare to see in a thousand years.
Yuan reluctantly gave honor to Mr. Han, an old birthday girl, and personally opened the car door for her, and even used her bloody hands to hold up Mr. Han's skirt.
After Han Jiangxue got out of the car, her beautiful and sassy face was covered with a faint smile and aloofness, interpreting a snake and scorpion queen who is so beautiful that she can only watch from a distance but not play with.
Extreme.
Yuan glanced at Han Jiangxue, who was acting aloof at the other end, and twitched the corners of her lips slightly, wanting to laugh.
These girls are so cute.
While walking on the red carpet, Mr. Han looked radiant and showed off her queenly charm from time to time.
But wherever she looked, she couldn't find the bastard she wanted to see.
I feel a little bit regretful in my heart.
Last night, she invited Zhang Ruoyu to appear on the red carpet together, but Zhang refused because he was afraid of being shot in the face.
Mr. Han angrily mocked Brother Zhang for being as cowardly as a mouse, but Brother Zhang scolded her for being brainless. If she walks around like this every day, she will be shot in the head sooner or later. When the time comes, stay away and don't get yourself covered in blood.
"Did you drop your wallet?"
Han Jiangxue, who had been stunned for a long time, heard Yuan's indifferent voice in his ears.
"Are you blind? Who would design a pocket for a wallet on such a beautiful skirt?" Han Jiangxue regretted it after scolding her.
Yuan's eyes looked like she was going to cut herself into a stick...
"Go in." Yuan said calmly.
She has been hiding in the darkness all year round and is not used to being the center of attention.
But when she glanced at Han Jiangxue's disappointed and regretful expression, Yuan felt pity. She knew what this girl was thinking.
He said calmly: "He is hiding among the bodyguards on the left rear."
"Where?" Mr. Han looked over.
"It's the guy who permed his bangs and wore a black suit that matched the bodyguard's." Yuan pointed directly.
One was grinding and chirping there.
A look doesn't work well.
These two couples are really annoying.
After Yuan's impatient reminder, Han Jiangxue finally found Zhang Ruoyu.
The red lips were slightly upturned, and the smile on his face was more aloof than the boss.
"What is this guy doing there?" Han Jiangxue blinked her beautiful eyes. "You didn't even say you would accompany me on the red carpet when you came."
"Nonsense, you have been either attacked or kidnapped recently, and now you are involved in such a big battle. He must not be a guard for you?" Yuan said calmly.
"Oh." Han Jiangxue was in a wonderful mood. She forgave this bastard for not walking with her on the red carpet for fear of death. A look of pride flashed across her beautiful face. "Sister Yuan, help this president in."
She stretched out her hand and put it on Yuan Mei's arm, like an old Buddha, cool and cool.
But as soon as he entered the hotel door, Mr. Han's cell phone rang.
It was a WeChat message from Brother Zhang: "Ba Po, next time you wear something so revealing, I will break your legs."
