Rong Huang nodded, with a commercial smile on the corner of his mouth that he had practiced with the mirror many times, and walked into the dinner party with Bai Heng.

As Bai Heng had expected earlier, the dinner jacket was fragrant and staggered, and the lighting was bright and luxurious.

The gorgeously dressed people stood together in twos and threes, talking about clothes, jewelry, or a business worth 100 million.

Xu Ye noticed that Bai Heng's breathing was a bit short, Rong Huang patted the back of his hand lightly, and looked at Bai Heng with a smile, "Don't be nervous, just follow me."

Facing Shang Ronghuang's apricot eyes that looked like thousands of stars, the tension in Bai Heng's heart disappeared miraculously.

Bai Heng let out a light breath, and followed Rong Huang's pace and walked in.

Rong's is not a small third-rate company. The rich businessmen or political figures present recognized Rong Huang at a glance.

It's really because Rong Huang's appearance is different from those of these tall women and strong women, who looks like a delicate and weak man.

But they all know that this person's method is extraordinary.

Take several old shareholders of Rong's. Someone saw them in the blind date corner of the park a few days ago.

It is said that because Rong Huang has reclaimed their rights, they have nothing to do at home every day, and there is no way they can only come to a blind date to make up for their emptiness and loneliness.

Thinking of the miserable old age of the Rong's old shareholders, a few very visible rich women hurried up to say hello.

"Long time no see, Rong Dong balabala..."

At first, Rong Huang dealt with them with a smile. Later, there were more and more people, and many of them hit Bai Heng with their ideas.

Those looking eyes made Rong Huang very upset.

The originally smiling expression suddenly became colder, and Rong Huang casually found a perfunctory reason to get away from the wealthy.

"They are really noisy." Rong Huang complained to Bai Heng holding a small cake, "I wouldn't come if it wasn't for my mother's refusal to go out to the dinner party."

Bai Heng sat quietly, Wen Tun said, "They came to talk to you because of your identity. You should be happy."

Rong Huang paused while eating the little cake, and said softly, "Why do I think your tone is a bit sour?"

Bai Heng's slender eyelashes were drooping, and he couldn't see the expression in his eyes.

"No, I really admire you." Bai Heng took a sip of juice, "You are very good at managing such a large company."

Rong Huang was a little shy by Bai Heng's praise, buried his face in the little cake, and concentrated on eating the little cake.

"Are you Rong Huang?"

The angry voice above his head made Rong Huang raise his head, with interrupted dissatisfaction and anger between Qing Yan's eyebrows.

Seeing a woman in a black suit in front of her, wrapped up like a female monk, she was beautiful, but her thin features made her very mean.

Rong Huang raised his eyebrows, and the person in front of him was very close to one of the dozens of people previously found by Secretary Li.

Rong Huang put the little cake aside, wiped the corners of his mouth slowly with a napkin, "Are you?"

"I am Duan Lingxue."

Rong Huang's heart was right, and his face remained calm, even showing a puzzled look, "I'm sorry, I don't think we knew each other before."

Duan Lingxue looked at Rong Huang's beautiful face with jealousy in her heart.

There is always no shortage of beautiful women around Aning.

But Aning is like a flat boat with no destination, never drifting to the shore.

Even though Aning had found so many women, she could only endure sadness and watch other women get close to Mourning.