In a daze, she seemed to see Zhou Yinghuai and Chu Anning walking out of it.
Chu Anning was a lady and the daughter of a famous family. She was undoubtedly beautiful. Standing next to Zhou Yinghuai, she was undoubtedly the right one.
Jiang Tan's mind was groggy, and there was an indescribable sourness that suddenly rose up in his chest and surged into his nose, and then he burst into tears.
Is this the so-called golden boy?
Jiang Tan thought that she really had no room to interfere.
Chu Anning followed Zhou Yinghuai out forcibly. She knew who Zhou Yinghuai was looking for, so she forced a decent smile and wanted to follow him out.
The two stood at the door, and Chu Anning held Zhou Yinghuai's hand.
She didn't dare to use force, feeling cramped and stiff, "You go over to find Jiang Tan now. What do you want uncle to do if you wait?"
Zhou Yinghuai broke away from Chu Anning's hand without any hesitation. He looked at Chu Anning without concealing the distance between his brows and eyes, and said coldly: "I have given you enough face today, Chu Anning, you don't want to Push your limits."
Jiang Tan didn't know what they were talking about, but it looked like there was a dispute.
"Miss Chu and Mr. Zhou seem to be having a fight?" Miss Pink Skirt looked at Jiang Tan uncertainly, blinked, and asked, "Miss Jiang, is it because of you?"
Jiang Tan had already withdrew her gaze. The moment she saw Chu Anning and Zhou Yinghuai appeared at the same time, she withdrew her gaze.
She felt an indescribable feeling of boredom. On this occasion, she was an outsider.
Zhou Moxing won't like her, and this circle can't tolerate her at all.
Jiang Tan picked up the wine on the table and took a sip. His voice was lazy and slow: "What does it have to do with me? I have been sitting here today and did nothing."
The voice was cold.
The lady in the pink skirt could tell that Jiang Tan was not in a good mood.
Yes, after all, Zhou Yinghuai's nominal girlfriend is Jiang Tan, and Chu Anning is flirting with Zhou Yinghuai in public, how can Jiang Tan feel comfortable?
Miss Pink Skirt looked at Jiang Tan understandingly and said, "Actually, you are quite pitiful! Alas! Let me have a few drinks with you! Men! There are so many!"
Jiang Tan didn't say anything. The lady in the pink skirt had already sat down and poured her another glass of wine.
In fact, what made Jiang Tan sad was not Chu Anning's entanglement with Zhou Yinghuai. She knew better than anyone that Zhou Yinghuai didn't love Chu Anning.
What made her sad was that this person named Zhou Yinghuai was in such a high circle that she could never really touch him in her entire life.
Jiang Tan has worked very hard, so hard, and climbed so fast, but she still can't reach the corners of him.
These words were too pretentious and overestimating one's abilities. Jiang Tan wanted to keep them in her stomach and never tell anyone in her life.
And Zhou Yinghuai was already walking towards Jiang Tan.
The lady in the pink skirt was holding her wine glass, at a loss.
Jiang Tan was minding his own business and drank several more drinks.
When the wine glass in his hand was taken away, Jiang Tan raised his head and saw Zhou Yinghuai's somewhat cold face.
His voice was deep, light, and indescribably pleasant. He said, "Stop drinking, Tantan, let's go home?"
Jiang Tan looked at him calmly, and the next moment, he waved his hand away: "Zhou Yinghuai, I'm here to cut the ribbon. The ribbon-cutting isn't over yet. How do you want me to leave?"
She called them by name, with a pointed mouth, like a little rabbit showing its fangs. It was obviously not lethal, but after one bite, blood still appeared.
Chu Anning stood there, his limbs and bones shivering.
She had already moved out of Zhou Mo Xing, moved out her dignity, and chased him out in full view of the public.
But Zhou Yinghuai was so cold-blooded that he never looked back from beginning to end.
Chu Anning walked stiffly to Zhou Yinghuai's side. The smile on her face was solidified, looking like a cracked plaster painting that was about to collapse, but she was still holding on.
She silently grabbed Zhou Yinghuai's wrist and said in a soft voice: "Yinghuai, come back with me. Uncle Zhou is still waiting for you inside."
How could Miss Pink Skirt and the others not see this clumsy forced labor?
But no one thought Chu Anning would lose, including Jiang Tan.
Zhou Yinghuai saw Jiang Tan's eyes, which were cold, calm, and playful.
She obviously didn't say anything, but Zhou Yinghuai clearly saw the look in her eyes saying: "Go back, go back to your world."
"Chu Anning, let go." Zhou Yinghuai looked at Chu Anning beside him with a dull and indifferent expression, "I don't want to say it again."
Chu Anning bit her lip, her expression aggrieved as if she was about to cry in the next second.
Jiang Tan couldn't stand it anymore. If the stalemate continued like this, she would become a joke in the upper class circles tomorrow.
No one dared to laugh at Zhou Yinghuai. Everyone would only say that these two women were entangled for Zhou Yinghuai.
Jiang Tan had had enough.
"If you like to stay outside, just continue to stay. I'll go in first." Jiang Tan smiled, the expression on his face showing no flaws, and stood up in the face of Chu Anning's pale face and Zhou Yinghuai's stern gaze.
She walked in without any hesitation.
But when I got up, I was too hasty and lost one of my shoes.
Jiang Tan was glad that she was wearing a long skirt today. She simply took off her other shoe and walked in barefoot.
Chu Anning watched Jiang Tan leave before finally letting go of Zhou Yinghuai's arm.
Her expression was innocent, as if she had been greatly wronged, and she was filled with tears: "Ying Huai, don't blame me, I always want you to see more of me, even if it is embarrassing, it doesn't matter."
Zhou Yinghuai responded with indifference and looked at the direction Jiang Tan left without saying a word.
Chu Anning's eyes fell on the high heels abandoned by Jiang Tan on the ground, with a somewhat proud expression.
She quickly restrained herself and continued: "I am different from Jiang Tan. As long as I can stay by your side, I don't need any dignity or respect. Ying Huai, you are more important in my heart than myself."
The ladies in pink skirts were all amazed when they saw Chu Anning's humble posture.
To a certain extent, they even appreciated Jiang Tan who left directly.
"Do you think you are so touching?" Zhou Yinghuai suddenly said, the indifference in his voice easily made Chu Anning change her face.
Chu Anning forced a smile: "What."
"It's useless no matter how much you do, Chu Anning, my heart is not with you."
Chu Anning's eyes were shattered, and she subconsciously took two steps back, with pitiful despair on her face.
But Zhou Yinghuai remained unmoved and walked towards the sofa.
The ladies in pink skirts subconsciously got out of the way.
Zhou Yinghuai, with a calm expression, just bent down to pick up the high heels on the ground and walked towards the hall.
