The first time Han Zhenbei saw Lin Ze, he tested him mentally and morally, and there was naturally a reason why he was so ruthless.

Who is Han Xiaoyi? Han Zhenbei's eldest daughter is very likely to inherit the heir of the Han family's huge foundation. The people she knows, the people who know her, and the people who meet her unexpectedly, none of them will simply sigh, ah, you are Han Xiaoyi, Han Zhenbei's daughter. And then never to deal with her again.

First of all, this circle is not for such people. Such a surname will definitely not be able to survive in the top circles.

Mother-level characters who have watched a few sets of wealthy ethical dramas also know that to climb up in Yanjing, connections are an indispensable resource. Who would give up the opportunity to get to know a top lady like Han Xiaoyi?

Therefore, whether intentionally or unintentionally, with Han Xiaoyi as the center, those around her who know the roots, or those who only have one side, get together to form an invisible net. surrounded Han Xiaoyi in the middle.

Han Xiaoyi wants to beware of these people, if he wants to be like a fish in water in this invisible net, it will not work at all if he doesn't have a few more eyes.

And as Han Xiaoyi's bodyguard, a personal bodyguard. Lin Ze is also constantly faced with provocations, threats, temptations and beauty. If you can't pry Han Xiaoyi, pry the people around her, and pry the people she can trust.

That's why Han Zhenbei will test Lin Ze, and Sister Tao will attach so much importance to him, even at the expense of seducing him.

Lin Ze is not a fool, he naturally understands that his identity is very sensitive and subtle. The slightest carelessness can cause irreparable trouble.

Parking the car at the door, Lin Ze came to the door of the passenger seat very gentlemanly, stretched out a hand, grabbed Han Xiaoyi's slender and white arm very gracefully, and stepped on the red carpet.

The parking boy drove the car to the parking area, and Lin Ze walked into the hall with the elf-like and playful Han Xiaoyi.

Yanjing International Hotel has a total of 50 floors, according to Han Xiaoyi, Chen Xueqin held a dance party on the 30th floor, and the participants were all famous armor, and basically did not see any normal people.

Han Xiaoyi has been frequenting this kind of place since he was sixteen years old, and he has long been accustomed to it. On the contrary, she was slightly worried that Lin Ze would not be able to adapt to it.

After all, although Lin Ze is very good in all aspects, he is also a super agent. But this is after all Yanjing's top dance party. If you don't have some identity energy, you can't squeeze it in.

Tilting his head slightly, seeing Lin Ze's expression as usual, he walked steadily towards the place where the dance was held when he came out of the elevator, and he didn't see any panic at all. My heart is a little more steady.

"Sir, please show me your invitation."

Walking to the door, a handsome little white face bent down to ask, with a professional smile on his face, which was not offensive or very comfortable.

"Invitation?" Lin Ze was slightly stunned, and turned his head to look at Han Xiaoyidao. "Do you have one?"

"I have." Han Xiaoyi pouted. "But I, Han Xiaoyi, never bring an invitation letter when I go in and out of this kind of occasion."

Lin Ze twitched the corners of his mouth and said in his heart. "My brother Xiaolin has always brought it to such occasions."

"This young lady, if you don't bring an invitation, you need to sign up yourself. With your name on the roster, you can naturally get in. The handsome waiter said gracefully.

It's just that in Lin Ze's eyes, the more he looks at it, the more he looks like a duck-

"Han Xiaoyi!" The eldest lady of the Han family spit out these three words arrogantly.

The waiter's face changed slightly, the arc of the bending waist increased by ten degrees, and he said respectfully: "It turned out to be Miss Han, you don't need an invitation." ”

With that, his gaze rose slightly and moved to Lin Ze's face.

Lin Ze could see that this handsome waiter who was a little too handsome was waiting for him to sign up.

He paused, coughed lightly, and said very confidently: "Lin Ze! ”

The waiter was stunned for a moment, and then returned to the stage to flip through the roster.

When Han Xiaoyi signed up for himself, this waiter showed enough respect and didn't go through the roster at all. And when you're --

"I'm sorry, sir, but you are not on the list of guests invited to this ball. So—" said the waiter, looking embarrassed.

Lin Ze felt like he had been slapped in the face. And it hurts to be beaten.

Why?

Is Han Xiaoyi's name better than Lin Ze? Or is her name one word more than mine? Why was she able to clear the customs as soon as she signed up, and I was slapped in the face as soon as I reported?

Whoever hits me in the face will be punished even if he is far away!

The vicious color on Lin Ze's face, which was originally full of a faint smile, flashed away, and he was almost unable to resist the urge to beat this waiter.

"You're not going to do anything here, are you?" Han Xiaoyi pinched Lin Ze, who was holding him. Whispered. "It is said that there are at least a thousand bodyguards in this building, and no matter which floor there is violence, they will come at the rate of 100 people a minute."

Lin Ze twitched the corner of his eye, and then twitched as if it could be contagious, and his whole face twitched.

"Why don't you go in alone?" Lin Ze sighed and said with a lonely face. "A man like me, who has no power or money, is indeed not qualified to participate in such a high-end ball. Ugh—"

"This is a prom, how can I attend without a dance partner?" Han Xiaoyi glanced at him angrily, then broke free of the delicate arm held by Lin Ze, and moved his wrist, as if he had been holding it for a long time, and he was a little angry.

Pedaling――

She stepped in small steps and moved to the waiter, and a smile flashed over her delicate and slightly powdered jade countenance.

When Lin Ze saw this scene, he couldn't help but take two steps back and keep enough distance from her.

"Handsome guy, you mean my male companion is not qualified to go in?" Han Xiaoyi smiled very sweetly.

"Because he's not on the roster, so—smack!"

The waiter was stunned. He was stunned.

Lin Ze was stunned, he was stunned.

"Handsome guy, my male partner is not qualified to go in?" The smile on Han Xiaoyi's seemingly harmless face grew stronger, repeating the question just now.

"Theoretically, he can't—snap!"

The waiter was about to cry.

Lin Ze was about to collapse.

This eldest lady is too domineering, isn't she?

"Now that you know that I am Han Xiaoyi." Han Xiaoyi shook off his little hand, which was a little spicy because of two slaps in a row, and said coquettishly. "Then you should know that I am a real rich second generation."

The waiter covered his white face and nodded aggrievedly.

"You still dare to mess with me if you know?" Han Xiaoyi scolded angrily.

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"Don't you know that the rich second generation is very arrogant?" Han Xiaoyi stared at her beautiful big eyes and scolded. "Do you think that the old lady is cute and charming, and her temper will be gentle and virtuous, so she won't be mad?"

Lin Ze's legs were a little weak.

The waiter's heart was about to stop beating.

What have I done? How did you meet such a fierce lady?

"Xiaoyi? What kind of madness are you doing? ”

Just when Han Xiaoyi wanted to put down this waiter who didn't know what to do, a gentle and quiet female voice came from the door.

Han Xiaoyi turned her head, her little face full of anger was instantly covered with a sweet smile, and said, "Sister Wenwen, are you here too?" ”

This is a very tall woman. A graceful and luxurious white dress decorated her soft and plump delicate body into a very beautiful feeling. Her thick black hair coiled around her head, exposing her white swan-like neck to the air. The slender crystal necklace on the chest and the charming face complement each other, and the streamer shines.

Not to mention the circle of women, Rao is in the men's gang, and it also has the taste of standing out from the crowd.

Lin Ze, who was left behind, checked his feet and visually measured that the woman wearing ten-centimeter high heels was at least 175 years tall.

Something is wrong? Wearing so high, not afraid of bending your feet, not afraid of not being able to get married?

Lin Ze, who was 180, viciously slandered.

"Hmm." Liu Wen smiled gently. "What's the matter that makes our Miss Han unable to get along with a waiter?"

"He wouldn't let my male companion in." Han Xiaoyi said arrogantly. "The man I brought with Han Xiaoyi, can he stop him?"

Hearing this, Liu Wen's beautiful eyes that were radiant fell on Lin Ze's face. The slight curl at the corner of his mouth became more and more intense, and he chuckled: "This gentleman doesn't have an invitation, right?" ”

Lin Ze nodded.

"Xiaoyi." Liu Wen said helplessly. "You also know that if you don't get an invitation to this kind of ball, unless it's a well-known girl in Yanjing, you're generally not allowed to enter."

"I know." Han Xiaoyi still said domineeringly. "But since I've brought him here, I'd rather see who dares to stop me."

Liu Wen smiled bitterly, secretly thinking that this girl had left Yanjing for more than two years, but her temper remained unchanged at all, and she still acted like a little witch in the world.

"Well, I'll call the shots for you this time and let him in." Liu Wenmei jumped a trace of worry in her beautiful eyes and said cautiously. "But don't mess around, you haven't been back for more than two years, and this circle is crowded with some newcomers who come in a lot. Let a sleeping dog lie. ”

Han Xiaoyi's good-looking eyebrows raised, and then nodded: "Okay." ”

Liu Wen glanced at Lin Ze deeply, then twisted her waist and slowly walked into the hall.

Han Xiaoyi pursed her lips, savoring the reminder of Liu Wen, a neutral gentle big sister. Squeezed in some newcomers who came from a lot of background?

"You didn't let me do it just now, why can't you help yourself?" Lin Ze walked over with a smile, grabbed her delicate palm, and blew hot air affectionately. "You see, it's all red. It hurts, right? ”

The corners of the waiter's mouth twitched. Hit red? Painful? Lao Tzu's face is not red and painful?

However, she is a delicate and expensive lady of the Han family, and she is a humble little waiter, which really cannot be measured by Newton's third law.

"It doesn't hurt." Han Xiaoyi's face was slightly red, and he didn't break free of the delicate and soft hands held by Lin Ze's rough big hand, and smiled. "If you hit, the hotel will get you in trouble. I fight, and no one dares to look for trouble. ”

Lin Ze stopped blowing, raised his head slightly, and said unhappily: "Han Xiaoyi, are you addicted to slapping your face?" ”

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