Chapter 52: Beauties are different

Seeing the three women's eyes fixed on him, and the young people next to him also booed, Zhao Jianhui couldn't help but smile bitterly, looking at the white and tender hand that stretched out in front of him and said with a smile: "Ms. Xu is sweet and beautiful, even this hand is so charming, which makes me almost like I am in a dream. I don't know if it's a blasphemy to reach out and hold it." At this time, he had already recognized the woman who stretched her hand in front of him as a name Xu Jingjing, and there are also a large number of enthusiasts in the mainland.

It’s all my fault that I don’t like watching TV very much. I didn’t recognize it at the beginning. It was not until she stood in front of me that Zhao Jianhui remembered that this woman was Xu Jingjing.

Xu Jingjing stared at him with her eyes, and her face turned redder. It was obvious that this man was not his enthusiast. Although the words he said were beautiful, as long as he looked at him, you could know that his praise was entirely from polite diplomatic rhetoric, and he didn't even have any sincerity.

Instead of this, Xu Jingjing was grateful for her drama. Don’t look at the three women here who looked very glorious when they came in. However, Xu Jingjing knew that the people who could appear in this place tonight were either rich or noble. Even those men who shook hands with her intimately, most of them would approach her with indescribable purposes. People who truly respected themselves as singers cannot be said to be without, but there were absolutely few.

The other party is not his enthusiast. It seems that he has not recognized him just now, but he can still take care of his face and give him a step to step down. This feeling makes people feel more at ease.

"Thank you..." He pulled out his hand from Zhao Jianhui's hand, Xu Jingjing smiled brilliantly and walked upstairs. Zhao Jianhui thought for a while, but turned around and followed the three of them and walked upstairs.

Hearing the footsteps behind him, Xu Jingjing turned around and saw Zhao Jianhui following behind. Her footsteps that were originally as swift as water stopped, and her pretty face turned red. The woman on the left looked back at Zhao Jianhui, staring at him, showing her teeth gritting; the woman in the middle smiled, turned her head and said to Xu Jingjing: "The charm of the third sister is not diminished, the handsome guy behind is already fascinated by you..."

"Hmph, I can't walk when I see the beauty! It must be not a good thing..." The beauty on the left also lowered her voice and said.

She thought she was speaking very low, but how could she know that Zhao Jianhui could hear clearly? Zhao Jianhui thought indignantly: "I just want to follow you to find Huo Jiaxin. Who has the time to fall in love with you? Humph, it's just a self-indulgent..."

It seemed that Xu Jingjing had the same idea as him, shook her head and said, "Sister, I don't have such a great charm. Haven't you seen the look people looked at us just now?"

Only women will always understand men.

The beautiful woman in the middle also smiled and said, "Jingjing said, I don't think this person looks like a flower protector. Her eyes tell me that he is not a romantic young man who only knows how to spend money to play with women..."

As soon as he heard the woman in front of him say this, Zhao Jianhui immediately looked very embarrassed. He didn't know that saying that people should not behave like this? Compared with those people, how dare he say that he is a good person?

On the third floor, it looks like a bar. There are much fewer people here than in the lobby on the first floor. The men here are older than those below. Most of them are middle-aged people in their forties and fifties, wearing suits and ties, looking very solemn. Like Zhao Jianhui, wearing T-shirts and casual pants, there are really not many people walking in.

As soon as the three women walking in front came in, they were pulled over by three foreign men who came up with each other with a smile. Zhao Jianhui found a corner seat and sat down. Only then did he see clearly that half of the outside here was a booth like a bar, and most of the venue inside was a dance floor, which was decorated magnificently. Although there were not many people in the dance floor now, the lights, performance tables, music, etc. inside all showed a strange mood.

Zhao Jianhui scratched his head in confusion, his eyes widened, and his eyes scanned the entire hall. He saw Dong Cangping and Dong Junying and his son sitting on two tables, whispering something to others. Dong Junying's wife Meng Wenyuan sat alone not far from him. A bald foreign old man in his fifties was sitting opposite her. Zhao Jianhui couldn't help but sigh and said to himself: "So that's the case!"

The social interactions of upper-class people are nothing more than this!! Although I didn’t see Huo Jiaxin, Zhao Jianhui finally gave me some snacks. Everyone here has a lot of identities. Isn’t it that I’m going to do anything despicable in such a place, right?

"Is it just alone? Do you want to drink a drink?" As the sound was swaying under the crystal lamp, a woman in her thirty-year-old body came over. The dress mopping the floor was decorated with dazzling rhinestones, and the scent in her hand was slightly shaking. Her skin was carefully arranged by sunbathing, and the backless dress set off her body without any fat.

Although this woman was talking to Zhao Jianhui, she gave Zhao Jianhui a feeling that she couldn't say. Zhao Jianhui didn't know how she felt like this, and the other party was obviously an elegant lady.

"Your expression tells me that you don't need someone to drink with you. You just don't want to be harassed." Zhao Jianhui smiled faintly, pointed to the seat opposite and said.

"You are a very boring man. Since you know, why bother tell me?" The woman sat down opposite her, glanced at Zhao Jianhui coldly, and said lightly: "But I still have to thank you, it's just right."

"What's right?" Zhao Jianhui felt a little confused.

"You are not a man who comes here to relieve loneliness. Isn't it just right for us to sit together?" The woman stared at Zhao Jianhui and said, shaking the champagne in her hand.

?Zhao Jianhui nodded, thinking that this is true. He hid in such a remote corner, so he was naturally not here to discuss business or to attract women. The woman looked cold and obviously didn't want to integrate into the busy social occasions there.

"Why, do you think the men who come here are all trying to relieve loneliness? Isn't the Chief Executive held a banquet tonight for the four Hong Kong people to promote their relationship with the nine major banks? Everyone is here, probably to discuss business, right?"

The woman drifted over with disdain and looked at her: "It seems that you are not a person in this circle at all? Do you have to be in such a place when you are talking about business seriously? It's really just about talking about business, which will let so many women adjust the atmosphere? This is just an excuse for some men, in order to facilitate yourself to achieve the unspeakable purpose..."

"Haha, what you said - seems a bit too extreme?" Zhao Jianhui said with a disagreement.

"I have already said that you are not a person in this circle, and you don't know anything about it." The woman said, and took out a lady's cigarette from her bag stooped around her arms, then took out a golden lighter, and fired with a bang, lit it and took a sip.

Seeing the white smoke floating from her rosy and seductive lips, Zhao Jianhui couldn't help but praise her secretly. This woman's smoking movements are very skillful!!

The woman just sat there, smoking lightly, and occasionally drinking the champagne in her hand. Then, the two of them stopped talking, but their eyes floated over each other from time to time.

Zhao Jianhui discovered that this woman had a cold expression but had a very elegant temperament. She was probably around 30 years old, with straight and short hair with straight necks. She was wearing a black evening dress and long skirt with sharp-cornered boots with good texture. Her eyes were deep and cold, making people look rational and fashionable.

Such a woman is obviously a noble lady, but she doesn't know how cold she feels. A man with such a woman should always smile with such a woman. If he makes such a woman sad, that man is simply in a blessing and not knows how to be blessed.

Not far from them, pairs of men and women were drinking and laughing softly. The men were so elegant. The ladies were all as beautiful as flowers. The atmosphere of conversation seemed to be very good, which was in sharp contrast to the coldness of Zhao Jianhui and the woman opposite.

The harmonious scenes in front of him made Zhao Jianhui very suspicious of the woman’s statement just now. His eyes flashed, and he carefully searched for Huo Jiaxin’s figure.

Just when he was disappointed again, he suddenly heard a bang. Suddenly, a door was opened on the opposite wall, and a woman in a long black silk skirt flashed out from it. Zhao Jianhui then realized that there was another world on the walls around the hall. Because the lights in the hall were hazy, he didn't think about this just now, and he really didn't see the doors made of the same color as the wall.

The girl was slim and tall, with a long and straight hair that was comparable to that of beautiful TV hairdressing advertisements. She looked particularly elegant and charming, with a goose-shaped face, a smooth forehead, and a white skin as white as snow. Under her beautiful eyebrows like a spring mountain, a pair of deep and mysterious eyes, a delicate and straight nose bridge like a fine sculpture, a beautiful and tender lips slightly upturned, and a pointed and round chin that made her cold and beautiful, which made her angry, and added infinite charm.

Zhao Jianhui couldn't help but jumped up, Huo Jiaxin - she actually walked out of the room...
Chapter completed!