Who doesn't know that Han Jiazhi is the only daughter of Zheng and Han, and she will be the one who will inherit the family property when the time comes. As long as you can have a good relationship with her, you can get some benefits in the business in the future.

There are a few people with ghosts in their hearts, and they also heard that Han Jiazhi will come, so they came up cheekily, maybe they don't even know who Tao Li is.

Han Jiazhi was surrounded by this group of people who knew or didn't know, and she enjoyed the hypocritical flattery of these people, and listened to the compliments of their broad arguments.

Maybe her overwhelming behavior will be displeasing to people, but who cares?

The princess only needs to show off her beautiful dress at the sparkling ball, and does not care who the owner of the ball is.

It's as if Han Jiazhi doesn't need to know how disgusted and spurning her heart is hidden under this hypocritical and flattering smile, all she cares about is enjoying this moment.

After all, the audience under the stands will never need to know if the clown who is performing for her likes the job.

Colorful lights hit everyone, deafening heavy metal music stimulates eardrums, and DJs standing on high stages are holding microphones and saying something. Then, everyone threw a pile of pieces of paper in their hands into the air, and the atmosphere was once again pushed to a climax.

Han Jiazhi casually patted the piece of paper that fell on her shoulder, she raised her eyes to look at the piece of paper falling from the sky, and felt that she seemed to be a little drunk.

In a drowsy state, she took out her phone and propped her head in her hands. She opened the address book and swiped down the address list with a confused look.

Xia Muxiu sat on the bed, holding her most commonly read "Red and Black" in her hand, and slowly flipped through it. Because of the frequent flipping, you can see obvious creases on the paper.

After reading the last page of a chapter, she folded it in the corner of the book. Then close the book and place it next to the bedside table next to it.

Just as he was about to lie down and go to bed, the phone that was set aside suddenly rang.

She picked up her phone and found that it was Han Jiazhi calling.

Since the last quarrel, Xia Muxiu has not contacted Han Jiazhi for the first time. In the past, when they quarreled, usually within a few hours, Xia Muxiu would bow to Han Jiazhi.

But this time, it was Han Jiazhi who took the initiative to contact her, saying that it was impossible to have no waves in her heart.

Xia Muxiu answered the phone: "Hey." ”

"Xia Muxiu, come and pick me up."

Han Jiazhi on the other end of the phone was full of drunken tones, coupled with the noisy environment on her side, it was not difficult to guess where she was.

Han Jiazhi, as usual, simply hung up the phone after reporting the address.

Xia Muxiu stared at the phone with a black screen and was silent for a few seconds, and finally lifted the quilt and got off the bed.

After she changed her clothes, she took a coat from Han Jiazhi by the way. It was windy at night, and Han Jiazhi went to the bar to play, and he must have dressed very little. She loves mature and sexy dresses, but she also has the capital to wear like this, after all, who can beat Han Jiazhi?

After she went out and hurriedly took a taxi, she went straight to Han Jiazhi.

When she arrived near the bar, she trotted to the door, took out her mobile phone and dialed Han Jiazhi's number.

The phone was on the call all the time, but no one answered.

In a trance, Xia Muxiu seemed to hear Han Jiazhi's faint mobile phone ringing at the door of a noisy bar.

She looked around, trying to find the source of the ringtone.

Then I saw a tall and handsome man coming out of the bar with a drunk Han Jiazhi in his arms.

Han Jiazhi was wearing a suit jacket that should be a man, she put her arms around the man's neck, her head rested on the man's broad shoulder, and she seemed to have fallen asleep.

Xia Muxiu gradually put down the mobile phone attached to her ear, and watched in a daze as the man passed in front of him with Han Jiazhi in his arms. At this moment, time seems to be wirelessly stretched, as slow as in a movie.

But it seemed to be as fast as a white horse passing by in a blink of an eye, and in her trance, the man holding Han Jiazhi had carefully placed her in the car.

The movements were gentle and solemn, as if he was performing a sacred and solemn ceremony, and the person in his arms was the god he believed in. There is no room for a trace of damage, for fear that she will be contaminated with the vulgarity of this world.

Xia Muxiu held the mobile phone in his hand, and he hadn't hung up the call yet. The phone began to repeat the prompt of a mechanical female voice.

She ignored it, her eyes fixed on the direction they had left, and she did not withdraw her gaze until there was no longer a trace of her to be seen.

Xia Muxiu knew that man, and after Han Jiazhi left, she checked him on the Internet.

The famous entrepreneur Du Zhiqian, a business wizard and Du's only child, has appeared in economic and financial newspapers and magazines many times. But almost all the information related to him is a one-sided compliment.

It seems that there is not a trace of stain to be found, and even the private life is clean without a single negative rumor.

Such a man is really unattainable.

Han Jiazhi, the only daughter of Han and Zheng, and Du Zhiqian, the only son of the Du family, sound like a match made in heaven.

However, something that is too perfect will always give rise to a desire to destroy.

It's as if you tear, scratch, and destroy a painting that someone else has worked so hard to complete, and watch that near-perfect work be destroyed in your own hands, never to come out again.

The twisted pleasure is unmatched by anything.

Xia Muxiu put away her phone, tightly clutched the coat prepared for Han Jiazhi in her hand, and turned around and walked back.

Du Zhiqian hugged the drunk and almost unconscious Han Jiazhi home, and gently put her on the bed. Holding her head in his hands, he carefully raised the pillow.

Then he went to prepare a warm and moist soft towel and gently applied it to Han Jiazhi's forehead.

Du Zhiqian was afraid that he didn't do a good job, or missed a step, so he even took out his mobile phone and Baidu made a few 'how to take care of drunk people'.

In addition to searching for a few pieces of useful information, I also found some suggestions that are not suitable for children.

Du Zhiqian put away his mobile phone, got up and followed the advice on the Internet, squeezed some lemon juice, soaked it in warm water, and then put it next to Han Jiazhi's bed.

Han Jiazhi, who had already fallen asleep, opened his eyes at some point, and his bewitching fox eyes looked at him for a moment.

Du Zhiqian adjusted the towel to make Han Jiazhi as comfortable as possible, and he asked, "Do you want to vomit?" ”

Han Jiazhi didn't speak, but just maintained the action of looking at Du Zhiqian.

It's like a little fox tired of playing outside, obediently and quietly nesting in the owner's arms to keep warm. The pitiful and cute appearance makes people unbearable to be harsh.

"I'll go get you some water." As he spoke, Du Zhiqian got up and was about to go out.

His hand was held by Han Jiazhi.

Du Zhiqian held Han Jiazhi's hand, sat back on the edge of the bed, and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

Han Jiazhi suddenly asked, "Du Zhiqian, have you ever kissed?" ”

Before Du Zhiqian could answer, Han Jiazhi hugged Du Zhiqian's neck and sat up. The two were extremely close, and their warm breaths were intertwined, rendering an ambiguous atmosphere.

"Let's try."

As soon as the words fell, her lips pressed against Du Zhiqian's lips.