When they returned to the door of the banquet hall again, the two were stopped again, without it, only because there was no invitation.

"This guy is non-violent and uncooperative, what's the matter? Break in? Duan Zixuan asked with a smile.

"Civilization point." Yan Murong shook his head. "We're all people with status, we can't mess around like this."

"You said you were going to break in just now." Duan Zixuan muttered quietly.

Yan Murong didn't pay attention to him, walked directly to the waiter, put his arms around his neck, and discussed softly. "Brother, look, we forgot to get the invitation, I'm from Renhe Hospital, so let's go in?"

"What is your name, sir?"

"Yan Murong."

"I'm sorry sir." The waiter said apologetically. "There's no name on it."

"I-." Yan Murong scratched his head in embarrassment, he didn't think that people still had a roster.

"We're just going to go in and find someone." Duan Zixuan answered.

"I'm really sorry, both of you." The waiter said apologetically. "This is a private reception, and I really can't put the two of you in if you don't have an invitation."

"If you two really want to find someone, can you please give them a call?" The waiter suggested.

"yes, I almost forgot." Yan Murong patted his head, and took out his gray screen Nokia, which was very incompatible with his clothes, and dialed Teng Xiangling's phone, but Teng Xiangling didn't answer until the phone came with a busy tone.

"If no one answers, you just let us in." Yan Murong looked at the waiter and said.

"I'm sorry sir, but not really."

"Really?"

"Not really."

"Then don't blame me for having black hands."

Yan Murong's face sank, and then, the hand around the waiter's neck was placed on his back.

Just when Duan Zixuan thought that Yan Murong was going to make a move, he saw that this guy directly hugged the waiter with a bear hug and yelled at Duan Zixuan. "Hurry up, get in."

Duan Zixuan was stunned for a long time, and then he reacted, and regardless of the waiter's shouting to stop, he quickly ran over, pushed open the door and got in.

"Brother, I'm sorry, I'll come out and tip you later-this stall is quite thick, it doesn't hurt to fall."

As he spoke, Yan Murong pulled the waiter around in place, and when the waiter spun in a circle and fell to the ground, he had already run into the banquet hall.

"Who are these?"

The waiter got up from the ground and rubbed his buttocks, laughing and crying.

Seeing that the two of them are also rich people, how can they do such a boring thing?

Forget it, the waiter sighed, thinking to himself, the two of them don't look like bad people anyway, let's go in.

"Scared me, I thought you were going to do it." Duan Zixuan leaned against the door, looked at Yan Murong and said.

"What kind of hands to do, it's just talking, it's not easy for people." Yan Murong smiled, and his eyes began to look around.

The area of the banquet hall is about four or five hundred square meters. At this time, many people are gathering in groups to chat, some talking about state affairs, some bragging -- of course, more exchanging business cards with each other to talk about business.

"Which one is Zhen Cheng?" Yan Murong swept around, looked at Duan Zixuan and asked.

"I didn't see it either." Duan Zixuan also watched it for a long time, shook his head and said. "This guy is here, I don't know where to hide."

"Leave him alone." Yan Murong said, because he had already seen Teng Xiangling.

Teng Xiangling, who was wearing a long black dress, was coming out of the bathroom, when she heard someone calling her next to her, she turned her head and saw a man in his fifties looking at her with a smile.

The man's figure is very well-proportioned, and compared to people of this age, who have begun to gain weight, his figure can be said to be maintained very perfectly.

The man is about 1.8 meters tall, not burly, but he looks very well-proportioned and looks like he is exercising regularly. A Chinese face, with big eyes, thick eyebrows, a high nose bridge, and lips that appear very thick and well-proportioned, he looks like a standard beautiful man at first glance.

"Dean Zhen, what's the matter?" Teng Xiangling pulled the scarf draped over his shoulders and asked in a flat voice.

"Dean Teng, I'm really sorry." The man looked at Teng Xiangling apologetically and said. "I didn't notice you just now, I accidentally spilled wine on your clothes. Okay, I'll get someone to clean it for you later, right? ”

"No need." Teng Xiangling said lightly.

"Look, you're still angry." The man smiled wryly.

"I'm not angry." Teng Xiangling said. "Dean Zhen, if it's okay, I'll leave first."

"Dean Teng, wait." When Teng Xiangling was about to leave, the man grabbed Teng Xiangling's shoulder.

"Let it go." Teng Xiangling looked at the hand on his shoulder, and his tone became even colder.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The man hurriedly let go of his hand and said. "Dean Teng, look, there's a dance party later, I don't know if you can be my dance partner?"

"Can't!"

To the man's surprise, it was not Teng Xiangling's voice that answered him, but a man's voice.

Seeing Yan Murong in a suit walking over, Teng Xiangling's eyes were instantly filled with smiles.

"Why are you here?"

"Why can't I come?" Yan Murong hugged Teng Xiangling's shoulders and said with a smile. "Didn't you call me in the morning? If I don't come back, those bastards will run out. ”

"Dean Teng, who is this?" The man looked at Yan Murong with a little surprise in his eyes.

"Who are you?" Yan Murong's tone was not good, he looked at the man with slanted eyes, and asked. "Why are you pestering my wife?"

"He's your husband?" The man was stunned for a moment, and looked at Yan Murong in disbelief.

"What's the matter with you?" Yan Murong looked at the man and said. "Why is it so rude? Did your mother teach you that you have to answer when someone asks you something? ”

"Sir, watch out for your words." The man frowned slightly. "I'm talking to Dean Teng."

"Tell me, what are you looking for my wife? Can't you dig the foot of the wall? "Yan Murong counterattacked." At your age, children should be able to make several bottles of soy sauce, right? Do you still have the heart to fool around? ”

"I think you may be mistaken."

Hearing the vinegar smell in Yan Murong's mouth, the man smiled and said. "I'm just here to apologize to Dean Teng, just now because of my recklessness, I accidentally spilled wine on Dean Teng."

"No need, you can go." Teng Xiangling said.

"How's that going to work?" The man insisted. "It's my fault, I'm responsible—or I'll buy you a new one?"

"You don't understand people." Yan Murong looked at the man with an unhappy face and said. "I said that I don't need you to apologize, and I don't need you to compensate, hurry up and get out of the way, where to go and play for a while."

"How can this be?" The man still insisted. "It's a matter of principle."

"Principle - OK, meet your principle." Yan Murong shouted at Duan Zixuan, who was watching the excitement with a wine glass on the side. "Old Duan, borrow your wine glass for use."

"Whatever you want." Duan Zixuan handed the wine glass to Yan Murong and said with a smile.

"Wow-"

Holding the wine glass, as soon as he raised his hand, the glass that was almost full of red wine poured out, and not a drop of it was poured on the man.

"Principles?" Yan Murong said with a smile. "That's my principle!"