At seven o'clock, Deng Kuan knocked on the door of the Jiangnan Banquet President's Suite on time.

On the way, he was even thinking, how could Mr. Fu, who has always been in a good position to do things, forget to prepare to change his clothes when he stayed in a hotel?

The wind kept pouring in from the private terrace. Despite this, Deng Kuan still saw a little difference in the room.

Logically speaking, the Jiangnan banquet has a total of up to 300,000 to 400,000 yuan per night, and the service equipment is naturally first-class in environmental sanitation, but the room is extremely messy-

The wool carpet was half rolled up, the fabric sofa was separated from its original position, and there was a faint sweet fragrance in the air.

Discerning the possible smell, Deng Kuan looked at the man in a suit and tie in surprise.

There are also women who have been waiting for opportunities to rise to power over the years, but they have not attracted Mr. Fu's attention. He thought...

Impressing Deng Kuan's gaze, Fu Sui clamped the obsidian cufflinks with one hand, looking back at him, his expression as natural and cold as usual, casually, "Is something wrong"

Hearing this voice, Deng Kuan's eyes under his glasses had returned to calm, and he spoke seriously, "There are many reporters downstairs of Jiangnan Banquet."

Deng Kuan has become familiar with this situation.

Where Fu Sui appeared, there were always many female celebrities who colluded with their agents to find good reporters to try to mess around, and to brag about a wave of scandals or marry into a wealthy family.

After all, no one knows that Fu Sui, who was sent out to work in the UK, was backed by the entire Wankang Group. Moreover, Fu Sui quickly seized power and became Wankang's new master within just a few days after returning to China.

Fu Sui stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, lowering his eyes at the group of people gathered next to the Jiangnan Banquet Lights, as if he was thinking of something. His eyes, which were originally cold and emotional, were instantly covered with a layer of haze. "One million, buy out the news about the harmony of Le Xiangwan in their hands."

Deng Kuan didn't react when he heard a female name from Fu Sui.

I found a few popular first-line actresses to stand in front of Fu Sui. He probably couldn't even call a single name. Now I could actually hear the woman's name from him with my own ears.

But Le Xiangwan, why does this name sound so familiar?

He remembered it.

It’s just a specimen of famous socialites in Jiangcheng, which is elegant and dignified. Everyone in the upper class should praise the joy of the night.

Among the few domestic socialites who have participated in the Paris celebrity dance, the skills of piano, dance, painting, flower arrangement are essential. Even horse racing and Miss Le have a lot of experience.

Not only did she raise two professional horses, but she also had to perform in person when she flew to a foreign horse racing club or Hong Kong Happy Valley several times a year, especially in the escort race.

It was probably because Le Xiangwan was so outstanding that he became the top scorer in the liberal arts examination that year, and people in the same circle were not very surprised.

After Deng Kuan left, Fu Suidi called.

"I am Fu Sui," his voice faintly, "Well, Jiangnan Banquet's overall condom."

After buying the room, Fu Sui walked to the fabric sofa, picked up his suit jacket, and turned around and was about to leave, he was inadvertently attracted by the corner of the sofa.

When he leaned over, his small pearl earrings fell into his hands.

Fu condensed with his breath.

It was clearly a cold pearl touch, but the remaining warmth seemed to be felt at the fingertips.

Some scenes flashed through his mind.

The small white earlobes will turn red as soon as he gets closer.

He lowered his head and placed his earrings properly in his suit pocket.

If Deng Kuan was still in the room, he would find that Fu Sui's originally cold and distant temperament became lazy and relaxed, and there was a subtle but unignorable smile in his eyes.

——

"sister."

"ah?"

Remembering that he was carrying cufflinks worth eight million US dollars, Le Xiangwan was a little absent-minded all the way. When he returned to Tan Palace, he got out of the car in a daze and suddenly heard someone calling her.

After coming back to her senses, Le Xiangwan found that she and Le Xiaoyan were standing at the corner of the stairs. To be precise, Le Xiaoyan was blocking her.

"What's the matter?"

After just passing that wave of excitement, Le Xiangwan felt a little tired, and he had to deal with Le Xiaoyan.

Although the tone of voice is still soft, there is inevitably a bit of fatigue and impatience between the eyebrows and eyes.

"Sister," Le Xiaoyan bit her lip, her eyes were red, "I don't know you and Brother Han."

She paused, and seemed to be embarrassed, with a shy face that she didn't know, "Brother Han and I have nothing to do. At that time, something seemed to have entered my eyes. Brother Han said to help me see, it's not what you see in my sister."

"Miss Two."

There was a little noise from the corridor on the second floor, "Miss Second, I need to apply another layer of nail polish."

Those people didn't seem to have expected that Le Xiaoyan ran out during the manicure because Le Xiangwan, but when he saw Le Xiangwan, he still consciously said hello.

Le Xiangwan's eyes fell from the manicure team behind Le Xiaoyan. When he nodded to the manicure master, he said, "Do you like Cheng Han? Do you need me to say something to you for your parents and let you settle down?"

She said this with a gentle tone and a naive look, and she looked like a good sister who thought about her happy smile.

Le Xiaoyan couldn't figure out what Le Xiangwan meant, and was stunned for a moment, not knowing what to say, so she could only watch Le Xiangwan pass her upstairs.

Le Xiangwan's beauty is from the inside out. Looking at her back, her noble temperament seems to be born with her. Le Xiaoyan bit her lips and lowered her eyes, and her temperament was suddenly a little gloomy.

It was obviously the same hard condition, but the Paris Socialites Dance rejected him and instead tried his best to invite Le Xiangwan.

When she goes out, everyone is servile to her, but no one knows that she is just the adopted daughter of the Le family.

Oh.

After Le Xiangwan returned to the room, the first thing he did was to take a shower.

Although the person seemed to have cleaned her up yesterday, Le Xiangwan still felt uncomfortable all over.

She took out essential oils that relieve fatigue and whiten the functions from her small cabinet that specializes in storing essential oils, and dripped a few drops into the bathtub after putting it in the water.

There were mirrors on all three sides of the bathroom. She didn't have time to look closely in the morning. Now she saw that all over her body, from her chest to the base of her thighs, were densely packed with kiss marks and biting marks. Le Xiangwan couldn't help but blush.

The skin you have cultivated will have traces when you touch it gently, but this way shows how hard that person exerted last night.

When Le Xiangwan thought of the pair of cufflinks placed outside, he felt a little embarrassed.

She didn't know who that person was, nor did she want to know who it was, but it was a bit strange to put the cufflinks here.

Halfway through the bath, my phone suddenly rang.

When he saw that it was Qiao Xining's call, Le Xiangwan answered it without thinking.

"Baby, come out to have dinner together tonight?"

As soon as he answered, Qiao Xining's voice came out, and there was still a trace of unrestrained excitement in his sweet voice.

Le Xiangwan leaned against the bathtub, squinted his eyes comfortably, and spoke slowly for a while, "Miss, aren't you interested in any unlucky boy again?"

"bingo," Qiao Xining snapped his fingers over there, "Oh, aren't you who smashed the sister's signature like this? What is unlucky? It's his honor to be taken by me."

Le Xiangwan stroked his forehead helplessly.

Among the famous socialites in Jiangcheng, she and Qiao Xining had the best time and had the most strong relationship, but the two people had two extreme personalities.

Qiao Xining was arrogant and threw millions of private tutoring diving and rock climbing yachts to chase men. Before, he learned various skills in playing DJs for a nightclub playboy. However, he spent no more than two weeks with others, which was shorter than studying.

Le Xiangwan often cannot understand this. Although she is not as arrogant as a young lady, she has the essence of her personality, which makes her take the initiative to ask for feelings from a man. She cannot do this, or she hasn't met the man who can make people take the initiative.

The 10ml essential oil, which is priced at nearly 10,000 yuan, is also of high purity. After taking a bath, my whole body felt as if I was washed away in an instant.

After thinking about it, Le Xiangwan still agreed to Qiao Xining's invitation.

"Sister, are you going out?

When Le Xiaoyan saw Le Xiangwan coming out of the elevator and sitting on the sofa playing with her cell phone, Le Xiaoyan immediately stood up and asked.

Le Xiangwan glanced at the avocado green nails she had just made and nodded in pleasure.

Le Xiaoyan seemed to have not realized the emotional change of Le Xiangwan's moment. She held up her five fingers and spoke excitedly, "Sister, I saw that you did a good job the day before yesterday, so I asked the manicurist to make one for me."

Seeing Le Xiaoyan seemed to want to say something else. Le Xiangwan lowered her eyes, not thinking about looking at the colors and styles of clothes that were almost the same as hers, and brushed her body and walked towards the door.

Qiao Xining happened to pick her up in a Porsche 911.

"Oh," Qiao Xining glanced at Le Xiaoyan standing in the small garden and looked at this side, and pulled out a sarcastic smile. "You little sister is interesting, for fear that others can't tell you how to dress and dress, and don't have some taste of your own."

Le Xiangwan fastened his seat belt and replied narcissistically, "There is no way, I have a good sense of clothing."

When Qiao Xining heard this, she couldn't help but laugh and scold her for being a narcissist. However, when she saw Le Xiangwan's dressing up, she looked at her own and couldn't help but joke, "I think I'm like a vicious step-sister who trafficked the little princess?"

Le Xiangwan wore the sky blue plaid short-sleeved shirts of her best friend who they bought together, Frame's jeans, EYTYS thick-soled hollow sandals, the bag was Chloe Faye, the hair was loose, the nail polish was removed cleanly, and the light makeup was put on, the whole person looked particularly clean and pure.

Although the two of them were at college, looking at the little black suspenders on their bodies, Qiao Xining had the idea that he was not a happy age.

"Is there any?" Le Xiangwan looked at him and asked back.

"Not a little bit," said Qiao Xining. "If I were a man, I would like a little white rabbit like you. Why do you think I am not a man? It's so convenient for us."

Le Xiangwan laughed out loud, "Don't harm me."

The white Porsche slowly slid into the traffic flow. In the cramped car, Qiao Xining sniffed. In addition to the smell of Dior flowers on his body, he also smelled a faint fruity scent.

The light and shadow of the street cast a layer of shadow on Le Xiangwan's face. She kept the standard sitting position of a half to one-third of the celebrity. The colorful light and shadow outside the car window made her feel an unexpected pictorial sense.

It took Qiao Xining several seconds to find his voice, "Miaomiao, what perfume you spray on is quite nice."

"The perfume sent by VCA some time ago has been kept for a while," Le Xiangwan explained.
To be continued...