Although Jiang Biwu was an extraordinary nobleman in the eyes of their old classmates, Zhao Lin didn't seem to have much colds to him. Hearing him, he shook his head and smiled faintly: "How can I deserve Mr. Wu?"

"Zhao Lin, what you said, I think you and Mr. Wu are a perfect match, and they are a perfect match."

"Chen Long is right, Zhao Lin, we all think you and Mr. Wu are very compatible."

No one present was a fool, so how could Chen Long show up alone? They all started to make a fuss, making it look like a courtship scene.

"Don't make things difficult for Zhao Lin, it's not sweet to make me forced, but no matter what, until the day you get married."

The first half of the sentence is about these old classmates, but the second half of the sentence, Jiang Biwu looked at Zhao Lin with deep affection.

How touching.

Several female classmates looked envious at the right time.

Zhao Lin's face was slightly strange. She looked at Jiang Biwu, pursed her lips, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she still didn't say anything.

"Come on, everyone drinks."

Jiang Biwu didn't push him too hard. At this age, it was a woman who should be anxious.

He believed that the other party would definitely not be able to withstand it for long, and sooner or later it would be a matter of time.

In fact, with his identity, there is no shortage of beauties around him, but he is unforgettable to Zhao Lin. Perhaps this is the sentiment.

Chen Long, who was slightly drunk, responded first, like a dog's leg, and quickly raised his wine glass.

The reason why he tried so hard to curry favor with Jiang Biwu was simply to find a backer and make his name to let his parents who were nagging him every day, he could make a comeback with his own ability.

During dinner, his nagging mother called more than once, reminding him to take advantage of his cousin Chen Liang's visit to Seoul this time and interact with this cousin more often, which would be beneficial in the future.

Thinking of this, his resentment aggravated a little, and he swallowed the wine in one mouthful and grabbed the glass tightly.

It's just a bad luck, it's nothing.

"Mr. Wu, please take care of me in the future. Since my aunt's child became rich, I have been nagged at home every day and lived in dire straits every day."

It is said that family shame is not to be revealed. Even if you are drunk at this time, you should not say such things to an outsider.

From this we can see that he is narrow-minded and cannot see that the people around him are better than him, especially he is unwilling to be counterattacked by his cousin Chen Liang, who once had no one cared about.

Chen Long, who was trying to curry favor with Jiang Biwu, did not notice at all. He was jealous of the Lord and was slowly coming.

At this time, a man and woman who were approaching the party before Chen Liang, ignored the existence of a group of men and asked Zhao Lin for mobile phone numbers.

This is not uncommon in nightclubs.

Zhao Lin was frowned. As a beautiful woman, she had encountered such a scene for so many years. Some perverts even threatened and intimidated her after refusing.

"Sorry, I don't know you."

She did not think about it.

Unlike a good guy who is a good guy, he smiled and said with a smile: "I've lived again and got to know each other twice, and no one knew him from the beginning."

Zhao Lin was unmoved and said coldly: "Sorry, I'm not interested in knowing you."

"You, sit somewhere else."

The man who was rejected again did not retreat, but instead looked at the female classmate sitting next to Zhao Lin, extremely arrogant and treated Jiang Biwu and Chen Long as the air.

"My name is Jiang Biwu, do you know me?"

In recent years, Jiang Biwu, who has been walking in Seoul, has been on the verge of an outbreak and has a gloomy face to ask the man who has a chat.
Chapter completed!