Lu Xiaolai's brain was blank, his cheeks were a little red, and his snow-white neck was also full of attractive pink.

The next second, however, she clenched her fist and smashed it at his waist.

Gu canzhao snorted, covered his waist and grinned: "Lu, Xiao, Lai."

"Hum, who asked you to tease me? It's good that you didn't hit the key."

"Here's the key, too."

"What the hell, you big masters don't have so many keys."

"Do you know where you are?"

Lu looked at him and asked, "where is it?"

"Kidney."

“……”

"Pay attention later, you know?"

"Well."

Gu canzhao took her hand and rubbed it around his waist for two times. He took her to the sofa next to him and sat down.

In the meeting hall, Tang Songbo took Jiang Chunhua for a walk and kept introducing her to others.

Lu Xiaolai leans on the sofa and stares at Jiang Chun's painting all the time.

Tang Songbo is chatting with a middle-aged man with a big belly. Jiang Chunhua stands beside him with a glass of champagne in his hand and smiles.

If you let her stand beside and laugh, Lu Xiaolai will be crazy.

Her lips were curled, and she make complaints about it. "Who are these all? They are all alike. They are all introduced to their school girls."

"That's Zhou youyou's father, a northeast oil tycoon. The production capacity of East China depends on his family's oil supply."

"The youyou family is still a big family."

"Well."

"Will you be here today?" Lu Xiaolai craned his neck and looked around for Zhou youyou.

Gu canzhao pulled her back: "she didn't come."

"Yes, I remember. It seems youyou said there will be a piano exam this afternoon."

"The people in the Zhou family are all good. They can make friends with each other."

Lu Xiaolai looked at him askew: "it's very infuriating of you to talk like that!"

"What words have provoked your little ancestor?"

"To me, you you are you. It has nothing to do with who her father is and how her family is."

"If I were poor and begged for a living, would you still sit here with me like this?"

"You don't have self-esteem, love and self-improvement. I won't look you in the eye."

"A harsh woman." Gu canzhao hugged her shoulder and let her lean on his arm.

Lu Xiaolai adjusted a comfortable sitting posture. Thinking of Zhang Yu, he frowned anxiously.

The assistant and two security guards came out of the staff passageway and walked straight in their direction.

Lu Xiaolai remembers that this woman was at the dresser painted by Jiang Chun. She pulled Gu canzhao's sleeve and sat up nervously.

Gu canzhao hugged her, took her back to the sofa and let her lean on it. He whispered "relax.".

Three people stop in front of them, assistant first looked at Lu Xiaolai, Lu Xiaolai raised the corner of the mouth to her.

The assistant turned to Gu canzhao and said, "Mr. Gu, we have a few words to ask the lady next to you. Would you please come to the reception hall with us for a moment?"

Gu canzhao raised his eyes, and the cold light fell on his assistant. There was no temperature in his indifferent voice: "what are you?"

The assistant's face turned blue: "I'm Mr. Tang's assistant. Mr. Tang has something to ask this lady."

"If you have any questions, let him come here in person and ask them."

"As you can see, Mr. Tang is busy entertaining distinguished guests and may not be able to spare time..."

Gu canzhao sniffed lightly, but his eyes flashed with cold light: "Mr. Tang is really a big style. I haven't seen you since I came in. Mr. Tang has come to say hello to me, which means he won't treat me as a guest? "