C3 Her Chance Encounter with Him

In the hotel owned by Difeng Group.

In the presidential suite 1601, Han Jiunai opened his eyes and looked at the empty room and squinted his eyes dangerously.

The faint fragrance of flowers lingered in the air.

The scent of a woman.

Last night, he had indeed pulled in a woman.

Fenghua Jewelry and Wang Clan Real Estate's marriage alliance, holding an engagement ceremony, Han Jiunai was also invited to attend. He hadn't thought that someone would be so bold as to drug him with knockout drugs in his territory and his wine.

He had wanted to force himself to endure the medicine and solve the problem himself in his room, but to think that a woman would knock open his door.

However, he was starting to forget that person's appearance. However, her sweet fragrance still lingered on the tip of his tongue and lingered on, scratching his body and mind.

"Young Master." Xi Zhe pushed the door open and saw the messy scene. What happened here last night was very obvious.

Xi Zhe quickly retreated and stood respectfully outside the closet.

Han Jiunai got up and went into the bathroom to take a bath. Then he went out and found a black suit and changed into it.

"What is it?" Han Jiunai asked Xi Zhe outside after putting on his tie.

"The principal of Francis has invited you to be his school's finance department's professor for a period of one academic year. It's the start of school today, and as one of the directors of Francis, it's about time for you to go to school. " Xi Zhe reminded him.

Han Jiunai is the successor of Difeng Group, but now Han Jiunai's grandfather, Han Min, still holds the power. In order to sharpen the youth more, Elder Han didn't want this matter to be given to him.

While he was talking, Han Jiunai noticed another place on the bed that was emitting a very faint but bright light — it was a transparent and clean earring, like a crystal teardrop.

Was it the woman from last night?

Han Jiunai thought for a while, then casually replied to Xi Zhe, "I know."

The longer Bentley went straight into Francis. He wore a tailored suit on Han Jiunai's slender body, which made him even more cold and straight.

A head of black hair stuck to his forehead, giving him a sense of nobility. Before he got off the car, Han Jiunai had put on a pair of glasses with thin rimmed lines, which made his handsome and cold face somewhat refined.

Xi Zhe opened the car door for him. Han Jiunai's slender legs were the first to step out. He stood under the tree on the school path and looked ahead indifferently.

The second floor of the school building was bustling with people.

Han Jiunai looked into the distance and clearly saw a petite girl surrounded in the crowd. However, her expression was calm as if it had nothing to do with her. She looked away lazily and suddenly saw Han Jiunai, who was under the tree.

Maybe she saw it?

… ….

"Then I'll be counting on Mr. Han." In the Principal's office, the Principal of Francis, Lancarver, shook hands with Han Jiunai. An old man in his sixties, who was always kind when smiling, "Mr. Han is the new upstart in the financial world with great potential. Elder Han and I both think highly of you."

Elder Han, was Han Jiunai's grandfather, the biggest shareholder in Difeng Group.

Han Jiunai politely replied, "You don't need to be so polite, coming to your school to teach is also a way to train Jiunai."

After the discussion in the principal's office, Han Jiunai went out after they shook hands. The principal looked after him with approval in his eyes. This kind of outstanding young man was always eye-catching.

When Han Jiunai came out, Xi Zhe followed and reported to him: "Francis s are mainly run by the sons and daughters of nobles, and their parents are elites of all walks of life. In order to nurture their successors, Francis s are all taught by their families, so there is a difference between their nurturing and the cultivation of ordinary universities."

Han Jiunai didn't have that much time. He liked doing things efficiently and raised his hand. "Get to the point."

Xi Zhe adjusted the glasses on his nose, turned a page of the document in his hand and said: "Your task for this academic year is to teach 20 classes. The principal assigned to you is a finance department class, the content of the course is up to you to decide. "Your class is a compulsory course for students of the Finance Department. Students of other departments can also choose to take it …"

They had already reached the second floor. The previously bustling crowd was still present, but it was still far away from them. Han Jiunai put his hand in his pocket and casually listened to Xi Zhe's report, but his eyes drifted into the crowd.

Yin Huanzhu stood leisurely in the middle of the crowd. Her pinky finger played with the sunglasses that she wore earlier. Facing their onlookers, he was a bit irritated, but he didn't angrily chase them away.

"Wow, you must be Yin Huanzhu! You're so beautiful! I've seen your movies... "

"Everyone is saying that you are the most mysterious lady amongst the aristocrats. Can you tell us about your family?"

"Miss Yin Huanzhu, may I chase you?" One of the boys shouted boldly and enthusiastically, his face brimming with excitement.

The moment he shouted, all the boys present began to shout in excitement.

She frowned.

Although they were all watching, Yin Huanzhu's cold and arrogant aura allowed them to keep a certain distance between them.

Goddess can only see from afar.

"Miss Yin Huanzhu, may I ask if you and Su Zihao broke up?" I can't be your boyfriend, can I? If there's none, do you mind if there's one more! " Another boy asked her questions.

At this moment, a hand brushed past the crowd. A boy in a student uniform walked in.

"I'm sorry, she doesn't mind." The boy who came in answered for Yin Huanzhu.

A trace of fear flashed across the face of the boy who had just asked the question.

It was Su Zihao. The eldest grandson of political dignitaries Elder Su, Su Zihao.

Su Zihao calmly wrapped his arm around Yin Huanzhu's waist and was about to lead her away from the crowd. Everyone awkwardly opened up a path.

No one dared to offend Su Zihao.

They thought that Su Zihao wasn't in Francis, but they never expected that he would also be back. He followed closely behind Yin Huanzhu and came back from abroad.

If both of them had transferred Francis, then they would have directly studied to be in their third year.

"Who are you?" Yin Huanzhu said in a cold voice, struggling to get away from his hand that was on her waist.

"Have you forgotten?" Su Zihao felt a little defeated, but he had always been patient with Yin Huanzhu. "Su Zihao."

They stopped in the hallway on the third floor. Yin Huanzhu looked at him for three seconds. His beautiful eyes stared at Su Zihao as he felt himself sink in deeper.

After a while, Yin Huanzhu smiled slowly, "I remember now. My half-sister's fiancé. "

She was talking about Wang Wei.

Su Zihao's eyes darkened as he surrounded her. Yin Huanzhu had her back against the wall and could only raise her head to look at him.

"Where did you go last night?" Su Zihao asked. He had clearly sent a message to Yin Huanzhu, but he had never received anyone from her.

Yin Huanzhu said, "You hurt me last night." It was an obvious ambiguous tone. However, there was a hint of coldness. She had told a lot of men about her, but she had always kept herself at a proper distance. "This time, it can be considered as a great sacrifice!

Su Zihao narrowed his eyes in confusion. He saw her gently pull the scarf off her neck, and the man's kiss entered his eyes.

A wave of fury struck at his heart. Su Zihao's eyes were bloodshot as he gritted his teeth: "I didn't."

"It's like this?" Yin Huanzhu wrinkled her delicate eyebrows. Surprise didn't last for long before she calmly said, "Then forget it." Please step aside. "

Su Zihao was jealous to the point that his eyes were bloodshot. Seeing Yin Huanzhu's indifferent attitude, he became even more furious.

He grabbed Yin Huanzhu's wrist and pulled her back against the wall, trying to kiss her. At some point, there was a hand on his shoulder. A man in a suit with a cold demeanor suddenly pulled Su Zihao away, not allowing him to resist in a domineering manner.

Han Jiunai, who was wearing glasses, looked at Yin Huanzhu's face with his dark eyes behind the glasses. He did not seem to have any emotions. His thin lips slightly moved as he said, "Classmate, it's time for class."

Where did this man come from?

Su Zihao was a bit exasperated, but he did not flare up. After all, any man that appeared in the Francis could not be underestimated. In addition to the aura he gave off, he was cold and powerful, like a god.

Yin Huanzhu's expression was still unperturbed and she indifferently raised her eyes to look at him.

Those deep eyes looked familiar …

But at this moment, Hee Moxiao came.

"My dear, my dear, you are here!" Hee Moxiao ran over and grabbed Yin Huanzhu's hand, a little out of breath. "You walked into the wrong school building. The Arts Department is in another school!"

He didn't know when Han Jiunai left and went up to the third floor.

Hee Moxiao looked at his tall and straight back and asked curiously, "Who is that person?" "His back is so handsome …"

"I don't know." Yin Huanzhu replied plainly and went downstairs.

It was just a coincidence.

… ….