Jiaojiao is soft and can be bullied, and the crazy CEO is addicted

After driving for about twenty minutes, we arrived at a building that looked like a club or manor.

Han Su parked the car, got out, walked to the back seat, opened the door, lowered his head slightly, and said politely to Ling Zhen, "Miss Ling, you can just get in. The gentleman has already greeted you."

Ling Zhen nodded and clenched her fingers. As soon as she got out of the car, a waiter came up to greet her and led her upstairs.

There are several European-style buildings here, with white walls inlaid with golden patterns, which are simple and elegant, solemn yet gorgeous.

But it was named "Golden Pavilion", a name with a Chinese connotation, which is really puzzling.

However, this is not what Ling Zhen cares about.

She followed the waiter's call and pushed the door open.

The moment he opened the door, Ling Rui saw that there were many people in the room, both men and women. The sounds of laughter and playing cards could be heard clearly, but it was not noisy. This was a scene that could only be seen in social places in the upper class.

Several men sat around a card table, each with a topless woman sitting on their lap.

Only that person, he was still wearing the same clothes as today, and there was no one on his legs,

The sleeves of the two arms lazily leaning on the card table were rolled up to the elbows, revealing the smooth lines of the forearms. On one wrist was a valuable steel watch, which sparkled under the illumination of the crystal chandelier on the ceiling.

Two buttons of his shirt were open, and he wore gold-rimmed glasses on his straight nose. His eyelids were half closed behind the lenses, and he was touching the cards lazily.

When everyone saw her come in, the room suddenly fell silent and all actions seemed to be paused.

She felt the entire room, everyone's eyes were focused on her body and face.

There were all kinds of gazes, and Ling Yuan had no time to distinguish how many meanings there were in them.

I just feel like I don't fit in here.

This feeling made her feel cramped and irritable.

Tang Shuya raised his eyelids and looked at her. She seemed to have just taken a shower. Her black hair draped over her shoulders was still a little damp. She was not wearing any makeup, and she looked clean and refreshed. Her lips were rosy pink. She was wearing a white T-shirt, the hem of which was tucked neatly into her jeans. She had a pair of pure white cloth shoes, and her slender ankles were visible above.

Pure and natural, as beautiful as flowers.

She stared at him with a pair of clear eyes, looking confused.

Tang Shuyaxin pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose with his long fingers. His movements were handsome and unrestrained, making him look more noble and elegant.

He raised his lips and smiled, and said to Ling Zhen, "Come here."

His voice was magnetic and gentle, like the attraction of gravity, making a woman want to get closer to his voice every minute and every second.

Perhaps Ling Zhen is the only one who doesn't think so.

Ling Zhen's hands hanging at his sides clenched slightly, and a silent sigh escaped from his lips.

Under the gaze of everyone, she walked step by step towards the most dazzling man.

When they were only two or three steps away, the man stretched out his hand to her. His hand was big, with prominent joints, white and slender, and trimmed neatly, like a beautiful work of art.

Ling Zhen glanced at him, and he just looked at her with a confident, calm smile, as if she was a small prey that could not escape from his grasp no matter how she struggled.

She hesitated for a moment, but still placed her hand in his palm. He held it instantly and embraced her slightly. When Ling Zhen reacted, she had already fallen into the man's arms.