Brother Zhang was bored and sitting in the hair salon getting his hair done.
After lunch, he was pinned down by Han Jiangxue.
After sitting for four or five hours, my buttocks were numb.
In the private room, you can watch TV and play games online.
At this moment, Mr. Han, who was wearing an evening dress, was restless. He would eat some fruit for a while, watch TV for a while, and stand up to shake his legs and twist his waist. He was very tired.
At 6:15, Zhang Ruoyu's new hair style was released, with Han's scumbag short hair, matched with fairly three-dimensional facial features, and a macho temperament, which is quite eye-catching.
"Here, put on your suit." Mr. Han threw the suit on the sofa to Brother Zhang.
Brother Zhang, who loves beauty, went into the bathroom and changed into a suit. As soon as he went out, the female technician who did his hair complimented him very cooperatively: "Handsome guy is really good at dressing up. He looks good in anything he wears."
"Is it you who praises me?" Han Jiangxue glared at the technician, walked forward, straightened Brother Zhang's collar with her own hands, patted his shoulders, looked up and down and said, "He's so handsome."
The female technician rolled her eyes, this girl is so pretentious.
After leaving the hair salon, the two took a car to the party destination.
On the way, Han Jiangxue showed off to Brother Zhang by looking at the chat history between her and General Shen.
"You see, Lao Shen said that I can go to her party, which will make her shine and give her a lot of face."
Zhang Ruoyu drove seriously and curled his lips and said, "Then she can't say that your arrival will make the poor house worse, right?"
"My mouth really stinks." Han Jiangxue glared at Brother Zhang and put down her phone to touch up her makeup.
Mr. Han is just such a best friend, and she is in Yanjing. They are throwing a party to invite her, so of course she has to go, and she has to bring her man with her.
Zhang Ruoyu understood and agreed.
Arriving at the party, Han Jiangxue glanced at Brother Zhang. The latter understood, raised his hand, took the arm of this beauty, and walked forward and backward together.
Because he was a best friend-level family member, Mr. Han came early and saw Shen Muhua receiving guests at a glance.
"Let me introduce you to my brothers." Shen Muhua took Han Jiangxue's arm and said proudly. "My best friend, Han Jiangxue, is from Binhai."
When the young men from Beijing heard this, they frowned slightly and looked at Han Jiangxue in a strange way.
Beauty means beauty, and temperament is also top-notch.
It's a pity that his surname is Han and he is still married.
The young gentlemen who were originally very enthusiastic hesitated for a while and went to the corner to chat privately.
"What do you mean? Regional discrimination? Looking down on Binhai people?" Han Jiangxue glared at Shen Muhua. "You know a bunch of nefarious people? Old Han, please be more careful!"
Chen Muhua also scratched her head.
With Lao Han's temperament, looks, and figure, even if there is a man by his side, the famous beauty has her own wife.
Does this matter?
The reaction of those young men was a bit abnormal.
Shen Muhua said a little embarrassed: "I didn't expect how these guys suddenly became saints? I thought they would ask me for your WeChat account later and find out which little fairy you are from."
"Forget it, I'm just here to have a drink with you and make friends while you go about your business." Han Jiangxue waved her hand grandly.
She used to be annoyed by being missed every day in Binhai.
Now it was not easy for her to be perfunctory and ignored on such occasions, and she felt quite comfortable.
I just feel a little unbalanced inside...
Is there such a big gap between the aesthetics of Binhai and the capital?
There are more and more people at the party, all of them dressed in fine clothes and with outstanding temperament.
Shen Muhua's face is so great that she dare not even think about it.
"Old Shen Xing, how proud is he? I've seen quite a few famous people during this time."
Han Jiangxue, who was hiding in a corner with Brother Zhang to drink and relax, raised her eyebrows and said, "Brother Zhang, isn't my best friend great?"
"It's just okay." Zhang Ruoyu took a sip of red wine and said, neither salty nor light. "The figure and temperament are not bad, but the skin is not white, and there is no femininity in the body. Compared with Mr. Han, it is far behind."
Han Jiangxue was still a little angry and wanted to blame Brother Zhang for talking nonsense.
But after hearing this, she was no longer angry.
"Brother Zhang, you're going a little too far." Han Jiangxue's lips raised. "Comparing Lao Shen with me, aren't you bullying her?"
"Who made her have no self-awareness and have to be your best friend? Blame me?" Zhang Ruoyu said disdainfully.
Mr. Han was smiling brightly. Although the light was dim, it still couldn't conceal her charming face.
Zhang Ruoyu glanced at it for a moment and said in a low voice: "Mr. Han, I find that you are quite suitable for the atmosphere here. When the lights are on and the shadows are on, you look pretty good."
"When I went back to Binhai, I changed all the lights at home to look like this." Han Jiangxue climbed up the pole. "No one can offend my brother's aesthetics."
"It's shameless." Zhang Ruoyu smiled on his lips and clinked glasses with Mr. Han, who was becoming more and more liberated.
Ding dong.
Zhang Ruoyu's cell phone rang, and it was from Chen Muhua who was picking up guests.
"Brother Zhang, have you finished the blessing video I asked you to make last night with Long Fei and the Eight Heavenly Kings?"
Chen Muhua also didn't expect that her face would be so great.
Many big shots were embarrassed to call out, but others took the initiative to come over.
If there are video blessings from Beimang legends, I will really become a big boss tonight.
"Forgot." Zhang Ruoyu curled his lips and replied to WeChat.
Who are you? I use this relationship once and less. I am afraid that it will not be enough for Xuebao, so why not use it to you?
Are you making me happy like Olaf?
Can you, like Xuebao, continue the family lineage of my old Zhang family in the future?
What are you thinking about?
Chen Muhua in the crowd read the WeChat message sent by Brother Zhang and felt a little depressed.
But I didn’t dare to say anything more.
And suddenly, she suddenly realized something.
What else do you want from Long Fei’s video blessing?
Didn’t the world-famous Beimang legend, General Zhang, who holds the Dragon Soul Token and is known as an unparalleled national warrior, come to the scene in person to support him?
Damn it, General Shen keeps forgetting that her best friend's husband is the General Zhang that she misses day and night.
It's so unlikeable.
It seems that he doesn't want to admit that his best friend has such good luck and is married to the most awesome man in China.
