"Miss, the club has been chartered, and a banquet is being held now, you can't go in without an invitation!"

At the entrance of the most luxurious HT club in Los Angeles, Bo Anan was stopped by a waiter standing in uniform at the door of the hotel.

There was a detached and polite smile on his face, which made Bo An'an not so good, and instantly became even worse!

She was patient and emphatically said, "I am the fiancée of the host of the banquet!" ”

“……”

The waiter kept smiling, and his meaningful gaze swept over the trunk beside her.

Above, the air waybill is still attached to it, and it looks like it has just arrived from the airport.

He continued to smile politely: "Ten minutes ago, it was already full of guests, and a couple was holding an engagement wedding. Miss, can your excuses be lame any more? ”

"What? They've ......"

In an instant, Bo An'an was stabbed in the mouth. Her eyebrows were deep, and she felt like her breathing had slowed down for several beats.

I didn't even care about her luggage, so I rushed inside!

Her fiancé is going to marry another woman!

And that woman turned out to be hers......

The thought of this made her heart ache.

The waiter quickly stopped her: "Miss, please respect yourself!" You can't break in here! If you do this again, I'll call the security guards! ”

As if she was a dangerous person, the waiters who had originally stood in two vertical rows stood in a horizontal row, blocking in front of Bo An'an, hiding the luxurious and exquisite door behind her to prevent her from slipping in.

Bo Anan couldn't get around, and was anxious in place.

"Please, let me in."

Her fiancé is about to become someone else's fiancé, but she can only spend time here helplessly with eight waiters.

Bo An'an's mood is indescribable: "I just heard yesterday that my fiancé is going to get engaged to someone else, I rushed back from France overnight, and I must go to stop this ridiculous wedding immediately!" ”

Although the waiters were very sympathetic to her experience, they could not pretend to be public or private.

They said helplessly, "Miss, I'm sorry. ”

"I ......"

Bo Anan wanted to fight for himself again, but suddenly saw the eight waiters in front of him standing straight in an instant.

Almost as soon as she spoke, they all bowed down and shouted respectfully, "Hello, Mr. Zhan." ”

Bo Anan turned his head to look.

A black low-profile Maybach pulled up not far away, and a man stepped out of the back seat. The slender leg is wrapped under a pair of black handmade trousers, and just looking at that leg, you can guess how tall the man is.

Assistant Wang Cheng stood in front of the car door, closed the car door after his feet landed, and dutifully followed him.

The man was wearing a black mid-length coat, holding the phone in one hand and making a phone call, and the other hand in the pocket of the coat. While talking on the phone, he walked in.

The sun on a winter morning was extraordinarily bright, and large patches of light fell on him, shining on an extraordinarily handsome face.

Under the thick black eyebrows, the noble but domineering eyes were slightly raised, with a lofty bearing.

Under Yingting's nose, his thin lips pursed slightly.

Judging from the lowered eyebrows, the man didn't seem to be in a good mood.

It seemed that he also sensed the man's somewhat cold aura, and the eight waiters quietly moved their steps and let go of the door.

In order to prevent anything from going wrong, the two waiters deliberately blocked Bo An'an behind her, on the one hand, to prevent her from suddenly rushing into the clubhouse, and on the other hand, they were also worried that she would run into Mr. Zhan.

The man walked straight into the clubhouse, and the eight waiters bent down and bowed their heads the whole time, not even daring to make a sound.

This man has a big background!

Bo An'an's gaze was staring straight at the man, and a light flashed in his eyes.

As if sensing that someone was watching, the man stopped and glanced at him indifferently.

Seeing that Bo An'an was pushing away the two waiters and rushing over, his thin lips pulled down slightly: "...... What is it? ”

Seeing that he was about to get angry, the waiters no longer cared about whether men and women would kiss or not, so they hurriedly reached out and grabbed Bo An'an's arm, and said in fear: "Mr. Zhan, I'll take her away!" ”

Just when they were worried about whether they would be fired because of this reckless woman, they heard a delicate voice sound-

"Honey!"