C8 Chapter 8

"You haven't gone back yet?!" Tang Luoran stopped and looked straight at Zheng Xiaoying who was full of energy in front of her.

"That is! I am waiting for you! Otherwise, if you really run away. . . I know you're not afraid of severing ties with me! Who asked us to stop being friends? It's been so many years. . . "

Zheng Xiaoying proudly raised her eyebrows and forcefully pulled Tang Luoran out of the hospital and turned left.

"Wait. . . Wait wait wait. . . This is not my way home. Ah. . . "Tang Luoran's feet stepped on her high heels and staggered as she followed Zheng Xiaoying's steps.

" Go home? Go home? Is that still called home? Let's go, let's go. Follow me, Zheng Xiaoying, and I will bring you out to meet other good men! We don't have to be Fu Zichen!"

. . . " "

The night was alluring. The neon lights in Jiangcheng extended for tens of thousands of miles, and the night was as enchanting as day.

Tang Luoran was wearing a white, hollow long dress with a pair of silver heels inlaid with pearls. Her smooth long hair was casually draped over her shoulders. The large piece of skin on her back was exposed. It was very charming.

Of course, all of this was due to Zheng Xiaoying. The party Zheng Xiaoying talked about was actually a famous business party in Jiangcheng. It was just that she did not tell Tang Luoran the truth because Zheng Xiaoying knew that Tang Luoran had never been interested in this kind of banquet.

And the gold card for attending the banquet was also secretly taken from her father. She took two of them and naturally one of them was given to Tang Luoran.

"Tsk tsk, beauty Tang, what do you mean by that? People rely on clothes and Buddha relies on gold. With your attire, you can directly beat that Yin guy!"

Zheng Xiaoying had short hair that reached her ears as usual and was dressed in a fitting female suit which made her look exceptionally heroic. At this moment she was holding the champagne that she had just received from the waiter and lightly touched the goblet in Tang Luoran's hand, "Come, dry it. . . "

"Zheng, Xiao, Ying! Tell me honestly. This' party '. What's the main purpose? " Tang Luoran took a sip of the champagne and narrowed her long and narrow eyes. She looked at Zheng Xiaoying as if she was interrogating her.

"Cough, what else can I do!? Do you see. . . " Zheng Xiaoying pulled Tang Luoran to the corner and pointed at the crowd of human heads and boasted, "The people who came here today are all important people with power and influence in Jiangcheng. For example, that Armani suit and Patek Philippe watch. Looking at their dignified appearance, one look and you can tell that they are boss level figures. . . "

"And that one too. . . Don't look at how they are only wearing casual sportswear. They are also all very expensive. I know him, Han Zhengjun, the son of the Han family, he just came back from studying abroad. . . "

Zheng Xiaoying whispered in Tang Luoran's ear. She introduced almost every good-looking man present.

Tang Luoran listened thoughtfully. Every time Zheng Xiaoying's finger secretly pointed to a place, she would also follow her line of sight and look over. After a slight look, she quickly shifted her gaze away.

But when her line of sight inadvertently swept across the top of the second floor's spiral staircase, it was as if her entire person was shocked by electricity.

So Zheng Xiaoying said something behind her. Tang Luoran did not listen to a single word at all.

Many burly bodyguards suddenly rushed out from the conference hall at the corner of the second floor. Fu Zichen walked out slowly under the crowd of a few middle-aged men. Next to him was a person who bowed like a senior executive. Fu Zichen's thin lips suddenly opened and closed, and that man nodded repeatedly. The two of them should be discussing something.

After making sure that the person was not someone else but her husband, Fu Zichen, Tang Luoran's heartbeat instantly sped up.

She never thought that she would meet Fu Zichen in such a situation today!

Looking at her revealing clothes, Tang Luoran's face was so red that her ears were red. She did not want Fu Zichen to see her current appearance!

"Tang Luoran, Tang Luoran. . . " Just at this time, Zheng Xiaoying used her elbow to fiercely poke her.

Her thoughts were suddenly recalled and just as Tang Luoran covered up her embarrassed expression, Zheng Xiaoying already said sneakily, "I have already taken a liking to one. I will go and take a look first. You can slowly choose. . . "

Finishing her words, Zheng Xiaoying did not wait for Tang Luoran to say anything and left her side. . .

"Zheng. . . "

Before she could finish speaking, Tang Luoran could not find Zheng Xiaoying's figure in the crowd.

Tang Luoran was wearing a long dress and her elegant figure stood in the crowd, appearing to be the center of attention. So just a second after Zheng Xiaoying left, someone took the initiative to hit on her, "Hello, this beautiful young lady. I wonder if I have the fortune to know you?"

Under such circumstances, Tang Luoran was no longer in the mood to meet other people. Her eyes secretly glanced at the second floor. Fu Zichen was slowly walking down the stairs under the crowd. His eyes seemed to be searching for something in the hall on the first floor.

When she felt Fu Zichen's gaze would soon reach her, Tang Luoran hurriedly lowered her head. She did not even look at the strange man in front of her and pushed his hand away. "Sorry, I am not in a good mood right now. I want to be alone quietly. . . "

After a simple rejection, Tang Luoran did not care about the strange gaze of the man behind her. She still left and entered the crowd.

It was just that there were too many guests present and Tang Luoran shuttled back and forth in the crowd, bumping into quite a number of people.

"I'm sorry. . . "

"I'm sorry. . . "

Tang Luoran did not know that her long and steady legs, which were walking down the stairs, had stopped. Fu Zichen's handsome face was covered with frost. His eyes, which were like whirlpools, locked onto a beautiful figure in the middle of the greenery.