Chapter 263： Yang Huan, I hate you to death!

"Mr. Yang Huan, do you know Sir Bren?"

When Princess Kate saw Yang Huan staring at Zhuang Ziqing, she asked with a smile.

Yang Huan shook his head, "Is it famous?"

"Of course!" Princess Kate nodded with a chuckle. "A dean of the Royal Bar Association, he said a word, worthy of what others have said for several years. The one next to him is also a Chinese. I heard that this year is the best at Oxford University. High-achieving student, upon graduation, Sir Bren was offered to work in his law firm."

Yang Huan did not expect that his fiancée would be so famous.

In fact, it is no wonder, because many law students choose to go to politics.

Therefore, the upper class of the British society naturally pays more attention to the academic hegemony of Oxford University, an authoritative institution in the British legal profession.

As he was talking, he saw Sir Bren and Zhuang Ziqing walking towards Prince William and his wife.

However, Zhuang Ziqing, who had originally lowered her head, raised her head and saw Yang Huan. She couldn't believe it, so she lost her voice.

"What's the matter?" Sir Bren looked at the normally dignified female apprentice strangely.

"No, nothing!" Zhuang Ziqing couldn't help shaking his head.

But from the eyes she stared at Yang Huan, everyone could easily perceive the unusualness.

"Hello, Sir Bren!" Prince William and his wife greeted them.

"Sir, let me introduce you. This is the boss of Southampton, Mr. Yang Huan from China!"

Prince William personally introduced him. In addition, when Zhuang Ziqing saw him just now, his face was pale, Sir Bren was also very interested in Yang Huan.

"Hello, Mr. Yang Huan, I have heard of the name for a long time!"

"Really? I feel honored to be remembered by Sir Bren!"

Sir Bren still seems to be very influential in this circle.

As soon as he showed up, greeted him, and many people took the initiative to talk to him.

The same is true for Prince William and his wife.

Yang Huan is not lacking in the initiative to come to the door, but most of them are purposeful.

Some people even asked nakedly whether they could open the back door for their children.

For this kind of thing, Yang Huan was a little annoyed, so he simply found an opportunity and sneaked out of the balcony.

Although Zhuang Ziqing was chatting around with Sir Bren, the old jazz obviously liked Zhuang Ziqing, the student, and kept introducing to her the political and business celebrities in London. There were also countless people who wanted to talk to the celebrity who covered the audience. Talk to the beauties.

But Zhuang Ziqing put all his heart on Yang Huan, stingy with words.

When Yang Huan came out of the hall and into the garden with Charlene Laheri, who was equally beautiful and indispensable, she always felt uncomfortable in her heart.

Which woman will feel comfortable watching her fiancé pull a big beauty and go to the deserted garden?

So, she also found an opportunity to confess to Sir Bren and chase it out quickly.

The garden outside the balcony is small, but quite quiet.

Compared with the noisy, brightly-lit banquet hall, it looks a bit darker but more cozy.

"I can't understand the hypocritical guys inside!" Yang Huan shook his head and sighed.

For the first time to participate in this kind of banquet in the upper class, he felt very stressed.

Especially considering that he is not usually a person who is good at hypocrisy.

But on this occasion, it must be done.

"Me too!" Charlene Laheri is even more unaccustomed.

She even felt that the way many men looked at her really wanted to eat her alive.

This look was so terrifying, it reminded her involuntarily of the scene when she was kidnapped.

I feel cold all over!

Seeing her embracing her hands on her chest and rubbing her elbows, Yang Huan felt that she should show her gentlemanly demeanor at this time, so she took off her suit jacket and gently put it on her from behind.

The suit jacket may not be warm, it is Yang Huan's heart that warms her heart.

Charlene Laheri lightly leaned to the side, and the whole person approached Yang Huan's arms, with her head resting on his shoulders.

With her eyes closed, she felt a sense of security, and felt her impetuous heart became calm.

At this moment, she really hoped that time would stop forever and stop going any further.

Yang Huan didn't expect that it would not be easy to touch it at ordinary times, but at this time he took the initiative to throw in his arms.

It seems that the secrets of picking up girls are right. Feelings, mood and atmosphere are all weapons for men to conquer women!

My hand, do you want to hug her?

It's really tangled!

Don't hug it, it seems that I am too lacklustre!

And people have been so obvious and straightforward. If you don't give people feedback, maybe she thinks I am boring to her and hurts people's hearts. That's not good, right?

But if you hug, will you think I'm frivolous and not reserved enough?

Also, if you hug, do you want to hug your shoulders? Still hug your waist?

Headache, distress!

It seems that my experience in picking up girls is still not rich enough, and I always hesitate at this critical moment!

Forget it, hug your shoulders first. If you don't resist, it means she agrees. I will hug her waist down. If she doesn't resist, then I will...

Just when Yang Huan raised his hand and wanted to put it on Charlene Laheri's shoulder, he suddenly realized that Zhuang Ziqing appeared behind him.

At this time, this hand couldn't be put down.

Zhuang Ziqing went out to find her fiance.

When she saw Yang Huan actually appear at the Duke of Westminster banquet, she was really moved.

She felt that Yang Huan must have spent a lot of effort and countless relationships before entering the venue.

Therefore, when she saw Yang Huan coming out, she also chased it out immediately.

She wanted to take this opportunity to talk to Yang Huan.

Unexpectedly, he saw his fiance holding a woman.

She bit her lower lip vigorously, telling herself vigorously that I had nothing to do with him, and had no right to interfere with him. What he wanted to do was nothing to do with me.

But I don't know why, the **** tears just fell unconvincingly.

This is the second time!

The last time he spent the night with Zhang Ning on the deck.

This time, he hugged a woman!

What kind of person is he?

How can you do this?

"Yang Huan, I hate you to death!"

After Zhuang Ziqing shouted, she turned and ran.

Yang Huan was stunned, and Charlene Laheri was stunned.

"Eh!" Yang Huan wanted to call her, but this girl ran very fast, she couldn't stop her.

Yang Huan smiled bitterly now, and this misunderstanding was serious.

Most importantly, I suffer!

If I hug it, it would be better, but the problem is, I was misunderstood by you before I hugged me!

"Who is she?" Charlene Laheri looked at Yang Huan, a little wary.

She knows that Yang Huan is very pleased with girls and has a lot of fun. Is that a rival in love?

"Nothing, let's go back first!"

Yang Huan said with a wry smile.

Back at the venue, Yang Huan looked around, but didn't see Zhuang Ziqing.

There was no one beside Sir Bren.

"It's weird, where did you go?" Yang Huan was a little depressed.

In any case, regardless of whether the marriage is successful or not, it is a family friend and a beautiful woman, who must be taken care of.

"Xia Lin, you sit here for a while, I'll go out and come back soon!"

After speaking, Yang Huan turned and walked out of the banquet hall.

As soon as Yang Huan walked with his front foot, Abramovich greeted him with his back foot.

He now discovered that Yang Huan's other skills were not good, but his ability to pick up girls was not bad.

Every woman around her is so high-quality, Lin Yuner is so, and Charlene Laheri is the same.

There are many people who have the same thoughts as him. Many so-called gentlemen and nobles are lying in ambush around Charlene Laheri like wolves, waiting to find opportunities to come forward and strike up a conversation.

"Hello, Miss Laheri, can I sit down?" Abramovich showed as gentlemanly as possible.

She was still wearing Yang Huan's suit jacket, Charlene Laheri raised her head coldly, "Excuse me, someone is there!"

This made Abramovich's face suddenly stiff, which was tantamount to denying him naked in public!

The Russians were extremely angry, but on the surface they smiled awkwardly and retreated.

As soon as he left, other people's thoughts of approaching a conversation were cut off!

However, they have one more talk.

Later, the Russian woman who struck up with Yang Huan touched her ashamed story, which must be circulated in the upper class.

As soon as Yang Huan walked out of the banquet hall, he immediately looked in the garden.

The garden itself is not big, the lights are not bright, but not dim.

It was very easy to find Zhuang Ziqing at a flower viewing place.

She was crying on the table!

Yang Huan didn't know what it meant. Did she cry because she saw that she wanted to hug Charlene?

But isn't she okay with herself?

Moreover, the last time she pretended to come to work for herself, she didn't talk to herself very well.

Could it be that she just fell in love with me without asking any reason?

Even if Yang Huan was narcissistic again, he didn't think there was such a possibility.

At this point, he really overestimated the emotional intelligence of a girl like Zhuang Ziqing from a family background.

Yang Huan walked over, gently pulled the wicker chair away, and sat on it.

She didn't hear the cry, obviously she didn't want to cry to Yang Huan.

But he didn't speak, he didn't look up, just lying on his stomach.

Yang Huan didn't know what to say, so he could only be silent for a while.

The banquet hall in the distance is still full of voices and hustle.

Following this, it is like two worlds.

"Actually...you misunderstood!" Yang Huan finally spoke.

Zhuang Ziqing still said nothing, did not move, and continued to lie on her stomach.

"I just saw her cold, so I put the coat on for her. This is a gentleman's behavior and there is no evil intention."

Zhuang Ziqing still didn't speak and didn't move.

"As for me, you also know that this person is the greatest shortcoming of my life, but not being indecent is my greatest strength. Who makes me a person who is especially feminine, plus I am handsome. There are so many girls who fall in love with me. I can refuse one, two or three, but I refuse a lot. I feel ashamed to refuse again!"

"You can't even give people the right to love you, right?"

Zhuang Ziqing couldn't help it anymore, chuckled and giggled.

How narcissistic does this man have to say this?

Raising her head abruptly, her crying pear blossom with rain made people feel pity, but at this time she was clearly laughing.

But she immediately covered her mouth again, not showing him a smile!

"Look, how good a smile is. I remember you loved to laugh when you were a kid. I still remember that time when you came to my house with your parents and grandfather, they talked downstairs, and we played upstairs, but you were too naughty. , Just squat down and pee, and your grandfather's head and face are all covered..."

"Nonsense!" Zhuang Ziqing couldn't help it, "Obviously you are peeing downstairs, okay? Do you rely on others for what you have done?"

"Is it me?" Yang Huan continued to pretend to be silly, "I remember it was you!"

"Who said it was me? Obviously you!"

"Oh, okay then, just take it as me!" Yang Huan was only convinced.

"I remember, you were a slug when you were a kid, how come you are so beautiful now, have you really never been to Korea?"

Zhuang Ziqing even forgot to get angry now She doesn't want Yang Huan to suspect that she has had plastic surgery.

"Have you just been to South Korea? Mine is green and natural!"

She had forgotten that when Yang Huan said that she was green and pure and natural, she was still not happy.

"Hey, let's not say, I have really been to South Korea, I originally planned to give my chin straight."

Having said this, Yang Huan sighed, "Ah, everyone said, my eyes are melancholy like Tony Leung, my nose is like Andy Lau, and my face is pretty and beautiful like Leslie Cheung, except that my chin is a little bit worse. I'm planning to……"

Zhuang Ziqing didn't even listen to him. She was already sitting there, leaning forward and backward with a smile, almost hurting her stomach.

This guy is too thick-skinned!

I have really seen narcissism, I have never seen such narcissism!

What a shame! ()