Chapter 120 - The eting I
Jiang Ruolan was surprised. "You know soone is following us tonight?"
"It doesn't matter if it's tonight or another ti, if you find soone following you, don't try to see his face. Rember to enter a crowded area or pretend that nothing is happening. Get out of there as soon as possible. The only thing you must rember is not to alert the enemy." Xian Zihao warned her.
Even though she knew there might be a dark secret involved and Xian Zihao couldn't tell her, she hesitated for a mont before finally opening her mouth. "Who is that man?"
Xian Zihao smiled elegantly, but his smile made people quieten in fear. "It's a secret."
"Tch …" Jiang Ruolan imdiately opened the door of her room. As she walked in, she put down the large and small bags and suddenly thought of sothing.
As she turned around and saw Xian Zihao open the door across her room, she hurried out and asked, "Did you bring your laptop with you?"
Xian Zihao glanced at her indifferently. "What do you want to do?"
"Uh, I'm used to playing mahjong online before I go to sleep." Jiang Ruolan rubbed her nose shyly.
Actually, she wanted to put all the material into the computer and go through it again. She wanted to save it for later use and there was a possibility she couldn't sleep for at least two hours.
Jiang Ruolan could clearly see the corners of Xian Zihao's eyes slightly twitch as if he was glaring at her because of her words.
"I will play two rounds. After that, I will imdiately fall asleep!" Seeing that Xian Zihao would not lend his laptop to her, Jiang Ruolan quickly showed a wide smile and her pair of 'innocent' eyes. She looked innocent and had a cute expression.
Jiang Ruolan was about to vomit. She never acted cute at all.
"If you can't sleep, I can talk to you." Xian Zihao closed the door to his room and headed to Jiang Ruolan's room.
"Sigh! What do you want to talk to about? If you want to talk about sothing, then do it now!" Jiang Ruolan quickly stepped back and blocked the door.
Xian Zihao raised his eyebrows. "What do you want to talk about? The poetry of astronomy and geography or the snow and the moon, or about China's history?" Xian Zihao's lips curved into a fox-like smile. "If you want, we can talk a little deeper. For example --"
Jiang Ruolan's mouth twitched. "Forget it, I won't play mahjong anymore. I'm sleeping."
After saying that, she returned to her room under Xian Zihao's gaze. She closed the door with a bang.
As soon as she closed the door, Jiang Ruolan's face turned ashen. She looked down at the ring on her ring finger.
So he only bought the ring to distract the man who was following them.
Did he really want to buy her a wedding ring?
***
When Xian Zihao returned to his room, he glanced at his cell phone, which was vibrating in his pocket.
"President Xian, their people are coming to G City." The voice of a respectful and strict man ca from the other end of the line.
"I already know." Xian Zihao walked to the window expressionlessly and pulled open the curtains. He looked at the cars passing by the hotel. "Don't stop them for now. Let's see what they plan to do."
"Alright. However, the secret bodyguards that have been following Miss Jiang have already found traces of those people. I'm afraid that they have already set their sights on her."
Xian Zihao stopped for a mont and threw his jacket on the back of the chair. "Protect her well, and don't let her get hurt."
"President Xian, don't worry. Miss Jiang's daily routine is relatively simple. She rarely goes into the places where those people can get in. The protection asures are quite smooth and up till now, she hasn't even noticed the secret bodyguards."
Xian Zihao rubbed his glabella, "Arrange two more people for her."
"What is it? Sothing has changed?"
"They have no way of attacking for a long ti. Now that they have found a target close to , they will definitely not let this matter rest. Arrange for a few more people to protect her."
"Alright, I'll arrange it tomorrow."
Xian Zihao hung up the phone.
His eyes inadvertently glanced at the red velvet ring box that he casually placed on the table. His dark eyes slightly lit up. He walked over and picked up the box.
****
The next day. 9 o'clock.
The eting in downtown G City was held as scheduled.
Jiang Ruolan who wore a dark leather dress and a very affordable orange coat from last night followed Xian Zihao to the lobby with a group of G City's staff.
Although she had seen and heard more of these people since she entered the Business Reporting Departnt, today was the first ti she had seen so many elite and well-known business politicians in her country.
Jiang Ruolan walked across the neatly arranged red carpet carefully and straight into the solemn and spacious eting room in front of her.
Entering a luxurious and majestic hall asuring over six hundred square ters, the floors were covered with intricate patterns, simple yet elegant marble, and the two sides of the walls were covered with blue floral wallpaper. On the snow-white ceiling were a few crystal clear "crystal lamps", and the eting room was filled with expensive mahogany chairs that were emitting an ancient fragrance.
The faces of those who ca in and out were all serious. It could be seen that so important person was personally attending the eting. Xian Zihao's deanor was calm and graceful, and his expression was still as unfathomable as before.
The eting began at 9: 30.
The eting was held in accordance with established procedures, and the ga eting of the independent and political elites began with a special opening until the subject was introduced, compared to the usual corporate etings.
While Jiang Ruolan was carefully recording the contents of the eting, she was also observing the state of everyone around her.
Everyone had a few speculations and questions on their faces, except for Xian Zihao, who acted as if this matter had nothing to do with him and remained low-key as usual.
Even though Xian Zihao was young and had a very high prestige in the business world, the row of people in front of him had all quieted down because of his arrival. He only smiled at the crowd and sat down on the seat with his na written on it.
There were people talking on the stage with impassioned words. Xian Zihao sat on the first row of the stage, his eyes as calm and tranquil as a cool breeze.
After about three hours of the eting, it was already noon. However, because of the importance of the eting, there was no lunch break, only fifteen minutes of part-ti break.
Jiang Ruolan got up and went to the bathroom. When she returned, she suddenly saw a woman no more than thirty years old but in good condition as if she were in her early twenties, chatting with Xian Zihao.
Xian Zihao had been smiling faintly all this ti.
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