C17

When Zuo Zi once again appeared in front of Ling Yiheng, his eyes were like magnet as they firmly sucked her in.

Her skin shone in the moonlight, her hair was done up in a retro European princess's hair, and there was a slight curl around her neck, and a starfish hairpin on her head for decoration. The pearl earring, which was like a small shell, appeared somewhat mischievous when placed on her small earlobe.

The warm colored dress that she wore was custom-made by Ling Yiheng. Elegant waist design, exposed part of her shoulders, ingeniously outlined her exquisite figure, feet with the same color high-heeled shoes, appeared dignified yet lively.

"Alright, you can go now, Mister Ling."

Zuo Zi Wu suddenly opened his mouth and spoke, but the face of the man who came back to his senses turned cold.

It was clearly a gentle breeze, but the words that came out of his mouth made him feel extremely unhappy.

"It seems that you are very reluctant to accompany me to this party." The man stared fixedly at the woman before him as he spoke with a cold voice.

Zuo Zizhi sneered, his vivid eyes emitting a faint sense of ridicule, "I don't have a choice, do I?"

"Heh, it's best if you don't put on such an expression at the royal ball. Otherwise, if your incompetence makes me unhappy, I can't guarantee that I won't do anything that will make you regret it." His voice was light and pleasant, but it was full of deterrence, making it impossible to ignore.

Zuo Zizhen immediately bit his lip and glared at him, as if he wanted to tear a hole out of him.

He deliberately ignored the fire in her eyes as he ordered with a cold expression, "Get in."

Zuo Zizhen acted as if he was deliberately going against him, and sat in the front passenger seat beside the driver. The driver was shocked, hurriedly turning his head to look at Ling Yiheng, waiting for his reaction.

Although the driver was an American and could not understand Chinese, he could tell from their expressions that they were not very happy.

Ling Yiheng didn't say anything, just gave the driver a look to indicate him to drive.

In any case, this girl wouldn't be able to dodge his palm no matter what. If she wants to be angry, then let her be.

The hotel where the party was held was in the center of Boston. The area was lit up with neon lights and the entrance was already filled with people. At this moment, luxurious cars and well-dressed upper class people were entering one after another.

However, the media reporters who had rushed over after hearing the news were the most gathered here.

This business dinner has caused a sensation in the United States because of the gathering of famous business giants from Asia and Europe and the United States. The most eye-catching item is without a doubt Ling Yiheng, the current head of the Ling family's L Force group, and Rui Chen-yang, the CEO of Billion-City Construction.

In the pyramid of business, these two were undoubtedly close to the top. Any gossip about them would attract the attention of reporters, but it was all about keeping a low profile and rarely appeared in public.

Unexpectedly, the two of them were going to the dinner together. These reporters naturally wouldn't miss such a rare opportunity.

This time, Ling Yiheng chose the inconspicuous Xiat, but it was still caught by the sharp-eyed reporters.

When the car stopped in front of the hotel, the flash lights also came in. The reporters surrounded the car so tightly that even breathing was difficult.

Very soon, a figure passed through the crowd. It was Ling Yiheng's assistant, Zhou Heng. He had also arrived in the United States today in order to help Ling Yiheng manage some matters, because Ling Yiheng was probably not going to return home for the next few days.

Zhou Heng had been by Ling Yiheng's side for many years, and was already used to this kind of situation. He skillfully helped Ling Yiheng get rid of the reporters and politely tried to persuade him.

Just when everyone thought that the one who came out was Ling Yiheng, the first one to appear was actually a girl.

When Zuo Zixian got off the car, the surrounding reporters were all in an uproar. They immediately picked up the scent of the news and became excited, pointing their cameras at her.

Zuo Zixian's face, which was like white jade, was already slightly flushed, and his clear eyes had a hint of shyness and distress.

Although she had participated in quite a number of upper class wine parties, she had never had such a huge crowd, especially since there were so many reporters.

However, the next moment, the car door was opened by someone from the inside.

It was Ling Yiheng. He was dressed in a well-groomed British handmade suit, accentuating his tall stature and giving him a stature comparable to that of a top male model.

His handsome, flawless facial features were outlined, his skin was so white that it seemed unreal. His light gray hair added a coldness and alienation to his body, and behind his black sunglasses, his aura was even more powerful. In addition, she pursed her lips perfectly, giving off the impression of a prince.

Almost instantly, everyone's eyes returned to him.

However, because he and this girl who had never appeared by his side had more clues on the news, they did not let Zuo Ziqian off.