Huang Xiaojue immediately noticed this sharp gaze, and took a look, but saw an extremely fashionable girl staring at him tightly, she didn't wear heavy makeup, but she was tall and had an outstanding temperament, which was unforgettable.

He was stunned.

I don't have this person in my mind.

Yan held his hand carefully, and his voice was very low: "Zhou Ting." ”

He was in a daze, although he didn't know Zhou Ting, but he was already familiar with this name - that was Wang Donglin's ex-fiancée, the object of Zhou Xiaoxuan's husband and wife's efforts - during the Chinese New Year, Wang Donglin took Yan Xian into captivity, if it wasn't for Zhou Ting and Liu Daqing going out one after another, it would not be so easy to rescue Yan Xixi.

He couldn't help but glance at Zhou Ting again, she happened to meet his gaze, nodded slightly, and smiled slightly. He also bowed politely.

Yan carefully saw this scene, and somehow, he suddenly felt very uncomfortable in his heart.

However, Zhou Ting's gaze had already fallen on her - from head to toe, and from foot to head, as if she wanted to see this strange woman clearly again.

It's so glamorous - she doesn't say a word, she just stands there, a smile, her eyelashes slightly stirring, like some big-name superstar on the stage.

She even forgot to hide her confusion - this glamorous woman was really the woman with a blue nose and swollen face, a bloody face, wearing a denim sweater, like a little nanny at home who suffered serious domestic violence?

Everyone's gaze, following her gaze, fell on Yan Xian's body again.

The house was brightly lit, but as she stood there, the lights dimmed for no reason, like the moon protruding above the stars.

Especially Zhou Xiaoxuan, the focus of her life in the past few years has been to focus on researching various famous brands, and she knows all the latest styles well. In his hand, he was also holding a bag from the same series, and a pair of quirky high heels at his feet.

It is strange to say that Wang Donglin is so rich, but when Yan followed him carefully, Zhou Xiaoxuan had never seen her have any brand-name equivalent body, and she was a jeans and sweater all year round, even if the bag was a cheap item. But with Huang Xiaojue, he turned into a queen, faintly like a queen.

Huang Xiaojue is a gold collar again, and then he is lucky to hold options for listed companies, but is he comparable to Wang Donglin?

Why did he spend so much extravagance?

These are actually just entry-level basics of luxury, but it seems that Puyu has been slightly polished and placed in a beautiful big box, and it is suddenly full of brilliance. Moreover, she didn't know that Yan Xixi didn't have a room full of famous brands at all - at most three or four sets of basic models for the support field, and they were all sent by Huang Xiaojue.

Zhou Xiaoxuan doesn't care about these luxuries, obviously, Huang Xiaojue is very willing to spend money on Yan Xixian - a man who spends money for you may not love you, and a man who doesn't spend money for you must not love you. A person's time and energy always have to be spent, and if it is not spent on you, it will be spent on others.

Huang Xiaojue's love for beauty is ironclad.

Her heart was sour and bitter, and her thin eyes almost burst into flames.

Yan Xi was careful and cried ten thousand times, and she couldn't wait to turn her head and leave, but she knew that she had no way out, so she had to hold Huang Xiaojue casually, trying her best to make herself look more natural and casual.