Ying Shao is a Girl

From time to time, people came over to propose a toast to Ying Junchu, and then said some polite compliments, such as Ying Jun had made a lot of achievements in his early years, showed great talent, and was an outstanding young talent in the imperial capital.

If it were two people, Ying Junchu would reluctantly accept it.

More and more people are flocking here.

She frowned slightly, displeased.

Are these people repeaters? What he says is always the same, and his ears feel numb.

Sure enough, human beings are essentially repeaters.

The guests who were chatting and laughing suddenly felt that it was chilly around them, and they had a bad premonition.

I quickly asked the waiter to turn up the air conditioner temperature.

"Master Ying, Young Master Ying is really outstanding. He already has his own business at the age of 16 and is on the list of internationally renowned companies. Unlike the rebellious son of my family, who is now living happily... "

Ying Zhan smiled and toasted back.

"I wonder if Mr. Ying is interested in cooperating with me? My industry..."

Before the other party could finish speaking, Ying Junchu sneered and replied: "Not interested."

The other party was obviously choked.

The guests who knew about it made mocking noises.

Laughing at his ugly behavior of eagerly trying to please Ying Junchu but being rejected coldly.

The middle-aged man listened to the sarcasm from time to time around him, his face was gloomy and his hands were clenched.

He raised his head and glared at the guest who laughed the loudest, his eyes full of viciousness. The guest who was stared at was stunned for a second, then snorted coldly and shut his mouth knowingly.

All of them are human beings.

The middle-aged man seemed unwilling to give in. He took a step forward and whispered: "Master Ying, could you please tell me the reason why you don't give me a chance?"

Hearing this, Ying Junchu sneered.

"You do not deserve."

The sound was like frost, making the listener tremble.

She has not forgotten this person, he is still her enemy.

As the saying goes, enemies are extremely jealous when they meet.

Why should she give face to her enemy?

Ying Junchu stopped talking to the middle-aged man, turned around and left the venue.

The middle-aged man stared closely at Ying Junchu's back, like a poisonous snake staring at its prey.

It's so inevitable.

The top floor of the Food Building is an open rooftop, where you can overlook the night view of most of the imperial capital.

The cool breeze blew, and the boy seemed to be trapped in distant memories.

Feeling restless.

He took out a lighter and a cigarette from his pocket. The flames danced in the breeze, and the smoke was lit, sending up wisps of light smoke.

Her face was looming in the white smoke, and no one could see her expression and thoughts clearly.

He looked into the distance with his deep eyes. The lights in the distant sky could not reach him and it was completely dark.

A black car was driving towards this side at an extraordinary speed.

The car is like a ghost floating freely in the dark night, making it unpredictable.

Ying Junchu's eyes narrowed.

It's him? Why is he here?

Ying Junchu already has the ability to sense short-range space. Even if there is some distance, she can still know who is coming.

Without stopping for a moment, she left the rooftop and returned to the venue.

The black car was plain and unpretentious, and it was hard to tell that it was a limited edition model of a famous brand. It seemed to be inconspicuous among a bunch of famous cars.

However, it is this simple and unpretentious car that exudes invisible pressure.

Of course, this pressure comes from the people inside the car.

The guests at the venue looked out the door one after another. For a moment, the noisy venue became silent.

The guests surrounded the vehicle at the door, and Ying Junchu was blocked from the outside.

"Please give way."

The young man's cold voice came. Although it contained the word "please", her attitude was not polite at all.

The guests were also aware of the situation. Even the head of the Ying family came to greet Yingjun in person. He was certainly a big shot.

They automatically move out of the way.

Ying Junchu walked from the center of the road where people gave way to the black vehicle parked at the door.

He rarely appeared on such occasions, but now he was actually present at such a small banquet.

What's the purpose?

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No prizes for betting.

Guess who he is?