"Isn't this Miss Director, who is pestering my fiancé?" A shrill voice came to his ears, and he paused to take the champagne from Akane, then picked up the glass and turned around.

Xiong Jing in front of her was wearing a fiery red low-cut dress, elegant and eye-catching.

"Excuse me, but who are you?" Leaning his neck slightly, Xiang Qian asked with his trademark diplomatic smile. She was wearing high heels and was half a head taller than Xiong Jing.

"Be quiet, don't say a word, she is Shang Yinan's own sister!" The woman in the pink dress behind her bumped her arm and whispered a reminder.

Xiong Jing raised her eyebrows: "What's the matter, can Shang Yinan's sister intervene in someone else's marriage?" In these years, being a third party is quite hard. Her voice was not small, attracting some attention from all around.

"You restrain yourself a little," the woman behind her rushed to Qian and smiled awkwardly: "I'm sorry Miss Shang, Xiong Jing drank a little too much tonight, and she was in a bad mood during this time......"

"Let go of me! What's so embarrassing about this, I'm not San'er. Xiong Jing shook off her friend's arm and rolled her eyes. She seemed to be really drunk.

Xiang Qian took the champagne and wanted to walk away.

"Eh, where are you going? Don't want to leave without saying it clearly! ”

"Miss Xiong, what do you want me to say?" Turning around calmly, Xiang Qian's eyes suddenly became sharp. Her shoulders are stretched, her limbs are slender, and her face is full of indifference with this light-colored long dress, which is offensive and immortal.

Feeling cold, Xiong Jing looked up into her eyes and remembered the two experiences of seeing her: the first time she couldn't help but say something, asking the security guard to drive her away, and the second time she called the police directly - she really "didn't talk much". As if she had woken up a little bit, she took half a step back, pursed her lips and said, "That's it, it's that you have an ambiguous relationship with my fiancé Zhu Hang, I want you to make it clear...... Ahem......"

"Zhu Hang? Your fiancé? Can anyone prove that he is your fiancé? Xiang Qian asked, raising her chin.

"This is a fact that everyone knows! Both my parents and his parents can attest to that. She turned to look at the banquet hall, her parents didn't know where they went, and they didn't see anyone for a while: "They should have gone to the bathroom, wait......"

"There's no need to wait, why don't you just ask the person concerned?" With that, Xiang Qian strode towards the door.

Zhu Hang was wearing a tuxedo, his hair neatly combed back to his head, very energetic. Behind him stood the equally tall Wandi, tanned in the skin. Looking at these two people, Xiang Qian's heart moved, and she was a little unsure of her mind for a while.

"Zhu Hang......" Xiong Jing's voice softened a little.

Affectionately took his arm, tilted his head slightly to Qian and said, "Why did you come so late?" There was a coquettish meaning in his tone that he didn't even realize.

With a pair of big hands around her waist, Zhu Hang took her into his arms, kissed her lightly on the forehead, and said, "Go pick up Wandi, take a detour." I've kept you waiting, Zi. ”

"Poof." Xiang Qian felt her heart pop out of her chest. Without waiting for her to speak, Zhu Hang's cold fingers stroked her cheek, and said, "How much did you drink, why is it so red?" ”

This handsome and beautiful two people standing together is really a good match, coupled with the influence of the two families, it is reflected in the eyes of everyone, and they are infinitely envious. Wandi looked stunned, not yet fully "digested".

"Zhu Hang...... You're making me look so bad! Xiong Jingjiao said angrily and looked at the two.

"You know Miss Xiong well?"

The crowd around them, who seemed to have no intention of moving, were listening with their ears pricked up, for fear of missing this melon.

"No, I'm not familiar with her." Zhu Hang looked at Xiong Jing.

The blood seems to start clotting from the soles of the feet. Xiong Jing looked at his hand on Xiang Qian's waist, and was jealous. He had never been as gentle and intimate with himself as he was with her.