Chapter 263 Yang Huan, I hate you so much

"Mr. Yang Huan, do you know Sir Brun?"

Princess Kate saw Yang Huan staring at Zhuang Ziqing and the other person, and asked with a smile.

Yang Huan shook his head. "Is he famous?"

"Of course!" Princess Kate nodded with a chuckle. "He is a leading figure in the Royal Bar Association. One word he says is worth years of talk from others. The guy next to him is also Chinese. I heard he is the most outstanding student at Oxford University this year. As soon as he graduated, he was recruited by Sir Bloom to work in his law firm."

Yang Huan didn't expect that his fiancée would be so famous.

It’s no wonder, because many people who study law choose to go into politics.

Therefore, the British upper class naturally pays extra attention to the top students from Oxford University, the authoritative institution in the British legal field.

As they were talking, they saw Sir Brun and Zhuang Ziqing walking towards Prince William and his wife.

Zhuang Ziqing, who had originally lowered her head slightly, raised her head and unexpectedly saw Yang Huan. Her eyes were full of disbelief and she cried out in disbelief.

"What's the matter?" Sir Brun looked at his usually dignified female apprentice strangely.

"No, nothing!" Zhuang Ziqing kept shaking his head.

But from the way she stared at Yang Huan, everyone could easily sense something unusual.

"Hello, Sir Brun!" Prince William and his wife came to greet him.

"Sir, let me introduce you, this is the owner of Southampton, Mr. Yang Huan from China!"

Prince William personally introduced him, and coupled with the fact that Zhuang Ziqing was frightened when she saw him just now, Sir Brun was also very interested in Yang Huan.

"Hello, Mr. Yang Huan, I've heard of your name for a long time!"

"Really? I feel very honored to be remembered by Lord Brune!"

Sir Brun seems to be very influential in this circle.

As soon as he appeared, many people greeted him and took the initiative to talk to him.

The same is true for Prince William and his wife.

Yang Huan also had no shortage of people who came to him on their own initiative, but most of them had ulterior motives.

Some people even asked openly whether they could open a backdoor for their children.

Yang Huan was a little annoyed by this kind of thing, so he simply found an opportunity and sneaked out of the balcony.

Although Zhuang Ziqing was accompanying Sir Brun to chat everywhere, the old knight obviously liked this student very much and kept introducing her to London's political and business celebrities. There were also countless people who wanted to talk to this beautiful woman who outshone the whole place.

But Zhuang Ziqing's heart was entirely on Yang Huan, so he was reluctant to speak.

As soon as she saw Yang Huan leaving the hall and entering the garden with the equally beautiful Charlene Lahiri, she felt uncomfortable.

Which woman would feel comfortable seeing her fiancé taking a beautiful woman to an empty garden?

So she found an opportunity, apologized to Sir Brun, and quickly chased after him.

The garden outside the balcony is not large, but it is quite quiet.

Compared to the noisy, brightly lit banquet hall, this place seems a bit dark, but more cozy.

"I really can't stand those hypocritical guys in there!" Yang Huan shook his head and sighed.

It was his first time attending such an upper-society banquet and he felt extremely stressed.

Especially considering that he is not usually a person who is good at hypocrisy or perfunctory.

But in this situation, it must be done.

"Me too!" Charlene Lahiri was even more uncomfortable.

She even felt that many men looked at her with eyes that seemed to want to eat her alive.

This look was so terrifying that she couldn't help but think of the scene when she was kidnapped.

I just felt cold all over!

Seeing her folding her arms over her chest and rubbing her elbows, Yang Huan felt that he should show his gentlemanly manners at this time, so he took off his suit jacket and gently put it on her from behind.

The suit jacket may not be warm, but what warms her heart is Yang Huan’s kindness.

Charlene Lahiri leaned gently to the side, and her whole body came close to Yang Huan's arms, with her head resting on his shoulder.

With her eyes closed, she felt a sense of security, and her originally restless heart became calm.

At this moment, she really, really hoped that time would stop forever and not move forward any further.

Yang Huan didn't expect that it was not easy to touch her at ordinary times, but at this time she actually took the initiative to throw herself into his arms.

It seems that the secrets to picking up girls are right: feelings, artistic conception and atmosphere are all powerful weapons for men to conquer women!

Should I hold her in my hand?

It’s so confusing!

If I don’t hug you, it would seem like I have no grace at all!

Besides, she has already expressed her feelings so obviously and directly. If you don't give her some feedback, she might think that I'm not interested in her and hurt her feelings. That would be bad, right?

But if I hug you, will you think I'm frivolous and not reserved enough?

Also, if you hug someone, should you hug them by their shoulders or by their waist?

Headache, distress!

It seems that I am not experienced enough in picking up girls, and I always hesitate at such critical moments!

Forget it, I'll hug her shoulders first. If she doesn't resist, it means she agrees. I'll hug her waist. If she still doesn't resist, then tonight...

Just as Yang Huan raised his hand and was about to put it on Charlene Lahri's shoulder, he suddenly found that Zhuang Ziqing appeared behind him.

This time, I couldn't let go of this hand.

Zhuang Ziqing went out to look for her fiancé.

When she saw Yang Huan actually appeared at the Duke of Westminster's banquet, she was really touched.

She felt that Yang Huan must have gone through great pains and used countless connections to be able to enter the venue.

So, when she saw Yang Huan coming out, she immediately followed him out.

She really wanted to take this opportunity to have a good talk with Yang Huan.

But unexpectedly, she saw her fiancé hugging a woman.

She bit her lower lip hard and told herself that she had nothing to do with him and had no right to interfere with him. Whatever he wanted to do had nothing to do with her.

But I don't know why, those damn tears just kept falling.

This is the second time!

The last time he spent the night on the deck was with Zhang Ning.

This time, he hugged a woman!

What kind of person is he?

How can this be?

"Yang Huan, I hate you so much!"

After Zhuang Ziqing shouted, he turned around and ran.

Yang Huan was stunned, and so was Charlene Lahiri.

"Hey!" Yang Huan wanted to call her, but the girl ran very fast and he couldn't stop her.

Yang Huan smiled bitterly now, this was a huge misunderstanding.

The most important thing is that I am at a disadvantage!

If I hugged you, it would be fine, but the problem is, you misunderstood me before I even hugged you!

"Who is she?" Charlene Lahri looked at Yang Huan with a little wariness.

She knew very well that Yang Huan was very popular with girls and had a playboy mentality. Could he be her love rival?

"Nothing, let's go back first!"

Yang Huan said with a wry smile.

After returning to the venue, Yang Huan looked around and did not see Zhuang Ziqing.

There was no one beside Sir Brun.

"It's strange, where did you go?" Yang Huan was a little depressed.

In any case, regardless of whether this marriage succeeds or not, after all, she is an old friend and a beautiful woman, so she must be taken care of.

"Xia Lin, please sit here for a while. I'm going to go out for a while and will be back soon!"

After saying that, Yang Huan turned around and walked out of the banquet hall.

As soon as Yang Huan left, Abramovich came up to him.

He now realized that Yang Huan's other abilities were not that great, but he was quite good at picking up girls.

Every woman around me is of such high quality, including Yoona and Charlene Lahiri.

There were many people who had the same idea as him. Many so-called gentlemen and aristocrats were lurking around Charlene Lahiri like wolves and tigers, waiting for the opportunity to approach and chat with her.

"Hello, Ms. Lahiri, can I sit down?" Abramovich tried to be as gentlemanly as possible.

Still wearing Yang Huan's suit jacket, Charlene Lahiri raised her head coldly, "Sorry, someone's here!"

This made Abramovich's face freeze instantly. This was tantamount to a naked rejection of him in public!

The Russian was furious in his heart, but on the surface he smiled awkwardly and stepped back.

As soon as he left, other people stopped wanting to approach him and chat with him!

However, they did have one more topic to talk about.

The story of how the Russian tried to flirt with Yang Huan's woman but was rejected must have been circulated in high society.

As soon as Yang Huan walked out of the banquet hall, he immediately looked for him in the garden.

The garden itself is not big, and the lighting is not bright, but not dark either.

It was easy to find Zhuang Ziqing at a flower viewing spot.

She was lying on the table crying!

Yang Huan didn't know what this meant. Was she crying because she saw him and wanted to hug Charlene Lahri?

But doesn’t she have anything to do with me?

Moreover, the last time she pretended to come to work for me, she didn't get along very well with me.

Could it be that she just fell in love with me without asking any reason?

No matter how narcissistic Yang Huan was, he didn't think this was possible.

In this regard, he indeed overestimated the emotional intelligence of a girl from a family like Zhuang Ziqing.

Yang Huan walked over, gently pulled open the rattan chair, and sat down.

No crying sound was heard, and it was obvious that she didn't want to cry in front of Yang Huan.

But he didn't say anything, didn't look up, just lay there.

Yang Huan didn't know what to say, so he could only remain silent for the time being.

In the distance, the banquet hall was still bustling with noise.

It’s like two different worlds compared to here.

"Actually... you misunderstood!" Yang Huan finally spoke.

Zhuang Ziqing still said nothing, made no movement, and continued to lie there.

"I gave her the coat because I saw she was cold. It was a gentlemanly act with no ill intentions."

Zhuang Ziqing still didn't say anything and didn't make any movement.

"As for me, you know that being a playboy is my biggest flaw in life, but not being vulgar is my biggest advantage. I am so popular with women, and I am also handsome, so many girls fall in love with me. I can refuse one, two, or three, but if I refuse too many, I feel embarrassed to refuse again!"

"You can't even deny others the right to love you, right?"

Zhuang Ziqing couldn't help it now and chuckled.

How narcissistic must this person be to say something like that?

She suddenly raised her head, her crying face made people feel extremely pity for her, but at this moment she was clearly smiling.

But she immediately covered her mouth and refused to smile in front of him!

"Look, it's so nice to laugh. I remember you loved to laugh when you were little. I also remember that time when you came to my house with your parents and grandfather. They were talking downstairs and we were playing upstairs. But you were so naughty that you squatted down and peed, and your grandfather's head and face were all wet..."

"Nonsense!" Zhuang Ziqing couldn't help it. "It was you who peed downstairs, okay? You blame others for something you did yourself?"

"Is it me?" Yang Huan continued to play dumb, "I remember it was you!"

"Who said it was me? It was obviously you!"

"Oh, okay then, just think of it as me!" Yang Huan finally gave in.

"I remember you were a slug when you were little. How come you're so pretty now? Have you really never been to Korea?"

Zhuang Ziqing now even forgot about being angry. She didn't want Yang Huan to suspect that she had had plastic surgery.

"You've just been to Korea? Mine is green and natural!"

She had forgotten that when Yang Huan said she was green and natural, she was not happy.

"Hey, come on, I really went to Korea, and I was planning to get my chin fixed."

At this point, Yang Huan sighed, "Well, everyone says that my melancholy eyes are like Tony Leung Chiu Wai, my nose is as straight as Andy Lau, and my face is as delicate as Leslie Cheung, but the only thing is that my chin is a little bit off. I plan to..."

Zhuang Ziqing didn't even listen to him finish his words. She was already sitting there, laughing so hard that she almost got a stomachache.

This guy is so shameless!

I have seen narcissistic people, but I have never seen anyone as narcissistic as this!

This is outrageous!