Chapter 506

Lin Jiangxia noticed Zhan beiheng.

Zhan beiheng holds a goblet and is chatting with Lin Youguo, who is tasting the same wine.

Lin Youguo's face is gloomy. He looks up and drinks from time to time, and the corners of his mouth press down.

"You're good, too." She only replied perfunctorily to Li Jiazheng's evaluation.

Then he wanted to go to Zhan beiheng.

Li Jiazheng raised his goblet and stopped Lin Jiangxia.

"Jiang Xia, today is the day your father leaves the hospital. I really don't want to make trouble." Li Jiazheng smiled and said, "however, I want you to remember that tonight, in this banquet hall, I am the only heroine."

Until now, Lin Jiangxia began to pay attention to Li Jiazheng's clothes.

Wearing a bright red dress, the hem was no more than the knee, and a pair of straight legs like green lotus root exposed the red fruit in the air.

Perhaps she had practiced dancing. Her legs were so straight that she could hardly pick out any defects.

If you only compare your figure, Lin Jiangxia laments that she is inferior.

Li Jiazheng seems to wear simple clothes, but he can properly show all the advantages of his body.

When she came here, she made it clear that she had the idea of grabbing the host from the guest.

"Li Jiazheng, when on earth will you give up?" Lin Jiangxia pursed her lips and looked puzzled between her eyebrows.

"Don't you understand? As long as you don't leave beiheng one day, I won't give up one day. " Li Jiazheng took a sip of red wine, with a sneer on his lips: "I don't miss what Li Jiazheng wants!"

While talking, a middle-aged man about 40 came over with a goblet.

His goal is Lin Jiangxia.

"Dong Li, who is this beauty? I don't know if I'm lucky to meet her." A middle-aged bald man with a greasy face said to Li Jiazheng.

Li Jiazheng's name is unknown in the business circle.

Lin Jiangxia, even the current president of Lin's group, is different from Li Jiazheng in popularity and achievements.

"No, you don't know her?" Li Jiazheng chuckled, his tone full of sarcasm.

"I'm not blessed yet." When the middle-aged man spoke, he couldn't stop looking up and down at Lin Jiangxia.

She was already salivating about her figure.

"Tell him who you are." In the face of Lin Jiang's summer, Li Jiazheng restrained his smile and looked obviously sharp.

"I'm sorry, I don't have time here to talk to you about these things." Lin Jiangxia refused coldly.

After talking, he turned to go.

But Li Jiazheng grabbed Lin Jiangxia's slender wrist, smiled and said, "don't go in such a hurry. You haven't finished your words yet. You don't know the most basic business etiquette, do you? If someone asks, you have to answer. "

"You let go of me." Lin Jiangxia looked cold and said to Li Jiazheng.

"Miss, I just want to know your name. There's no need to lose face." Maybe it's because Li Jiazheng is not polite to Lin Jiangxia. Middle-aged men only regard Lin Jiangxia as a small role.

Since he is a small role, he doesn't have to pose.

While talking, he had stretched out his hand and picked on Lin Jiangxia's chin. His expression was full of teasing.

"Pa!" Then came a slap on the face of the middle-aged man.

The crisp and loud slap in the face immediately attracted the attention of the people around.

Then, the sound of detailed discussion began.

Being slapped by a woman in front of everyone is probably an insult that no man can bear.

The middle-aged man blushed: "you bitch, what kind of chaste martyr are you? I will do you today! "

Then he reached out and grabbed Lin Jiangxia's other wrist.

With great strength, Lin Jiangxia only felt bursts of severe pain from his wrist.

"What are you doing!"

I don't know when Zhan beiheng was standing behind him, with no temperature in his tone.

When the middle-aged man turned to see Zhan beiheng, most of the anger on his cheek immediately disappeared: "Mr. Zhan, this woman hit me in front of everyone. If I can swallow this tone, how can I mix in the future?"

"Then stop fooling around." Zhan beiheng said coldly.

The middle-aged man was stunned. He grabbed Lin Jiangxia's wrist and unconsciously loosened it.

Zhan beiheng approached her and grabbed her hand. When he saw the scratch on the white skin of his wrist, his face was iron green.

"Brother Zhan, I'm fine." Lin Jiangxia pulled the corners of her mouth and pretended to be calm.

Anyone can feel the chilling air emanating from Zhan beiheng at the moment.

The middle-aged man also realized that something seemed wrong, and his fat body couldn't stop shaking.

"She... Who the hell is she?"

"Hasn't president sun figured it out yet? She is Lin Jiangxia, that is, Mr. Zhan's wife. " Li Jiazheng embraced his arms. When making this introduction, his tone was naturally sour.

The middle-aged man looked pale. First, he bowed 90 degrees to Lin Jiangxia: "I'm sorry, I don't know Taishan... Mr. Zhan, I..."

But the apology at this time obviously came too late.

Zhan beiheng suddenly turned around, and the goblet in his hand suddenly fell on the forehead of the middle-aged man.

With a slap, the tall glass fell apart.

This kind of middle-aged man can see that he was hollowed out by wine and sex. How can he bear such a blow.

With a scream, he staggered back a few steps and fell to the ground.

"Drag him out." Zhan beiheng looked cold and said word by word.

The bodyguard immediately came forward and put the fat body on the left and right.

"Mr. Zhan, I didn't mean it. Please forgive me this time. I... I can provide you with the most favorable cooperation agreement for Zhan's group... "But no matter what you shout, you can't change his fate.

Lin Jiangxia doesn't know what the middle-aged man will experience after being dragged out by the bodyguard.

But she knew that Li Jiazheng was the one who always obstructed it.

If she had explained her identity at the beginning instead of making Lin Jiangxia difficult with sarcasm, this scene might not have happened.

At the moment, Li Jiazheng seems to have never seen what is happening in front of him. He is still enjoying his wine and elegant posture.

Lin Jiangxia finally saw that Li Jiazheng was just a cruel and vicious woman.

The broken and tall glass cut the forehead of the middle-aged man and naturally the palm of Zhan beiheng.

Here, there was blood dripping down his fingertips on the ground.

"Brother Zhan, go to the lounge and deal with the scars." Lin Jiangxia was distressed and couldn't stop talking.

Zhan beiheng shook his head, just took a towel from the waiter and wiped the blood in the palm repeatedly.