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The Crest of the Wolf (Volume 4) Chapter 58 Guest (2)

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    A valuable person usually knows how to package himself, and Han Zhui is one of the best. He intersperses among all kinds of guests like an excellent actor, talking with various voices and appearances.

    It is obviously not easy for the host to accommodate guests. Those who are not on good terms cannot be accommodated together, and those whose identities are too different cannot be accommodated together. And for the overflowing crowd in front of them, it is obviously a very difficult thing.

    But Han Zhui didn¡¯t feel a bit confused because of this, just because he was Han Zhui, no matter what he wanted to do, he would do it to perfection.

    So in just a short moment, the crowd was already seated under Han Zui's almost perfect arrangement. At this moment, Han Zui came to the table in front of Xiaoliu who was standing blankly.

    "Brother Han" The young man lowered his head quietly and said a little aggrievedly. No matter who was left aside for a long time, he would inevitably feel unhappy, let alone an immature young man who was only fifteen or sixteen years old.

    When Han Zhui saw this, he couldn't help but smile helplessly. Although Han Zhui didn't know how he found this place and why he came here, as the saying goes, he who comes is a guest. Since he opened the door to do business  , naturally it is impossible to turn away guests thousands of miles away, not to mention that this young man who came can be regarded as the savior of the knife.

    "I'm sorry to keep you waiting for so long. I was really busy just now and couldn't get away." Han Zhui didn't mean to be polite. After all, having to take care of dozens of people at the same time is a very busy thing.

    "It doesn't matter to me, I" The young man raised his head in a hurry.

    Han Zhui smiled slightly, touched the young man's soft hair, and said with a smile: "Come with me, there happen to be two friends here. I think you must be interested in meeting them."

    Looking at Han Zhui walking slowly, the young man couldn't help being slightly startled, but then he quickly followed him with an excited look on his face.

    After ascending the wide corridor and passing several noisy private rooms, the young man was quickly led by Han Zhui to a purple door with the word "ceremony" engraved on it.

    Han Zhui did not knock on the door, but pushed the door open and walked in. There are only three kinds of people in this world who walk into a room without knocking. One is a person who does not know etiquette, the other is an uninvited guest, and the third is a familiar person.  A person who dispenses with etiquette.

    So who would Han Zhui be for the people in the room?  As a businessman, etiquette is obviously indispensable. As the owner of this place, it is obvious that Han Zhui will not be an uninvited guest, so there may be only one kind left.

    And when the young man followed Han Zhui into this private room full of curiosity, he couldn't help but be slightly stunned, because there were only two people in this not spacious but very stylish room, and these two  Everyone, without exception, was looking at him.

    The human species is obviously not scarce in this world, so even if the boy is only fifteen or sixteen years old, he has seen all kinds of people, and for a boy who is handsome and has a nice smile  For young people, being looked at by others is naturally something they are used to.

    However, he had never seen such two people, let alone being stared at by such two people.

    The first thing the boy noticed was not Namjoon, who was leaning on the chair and filled with an inexplicable sense of closeness, but the leaves, which were as motionless as a hill.

    Ye Zi can be regarded as a very strange person most of the time, especially when people meet him for the first time. Namjoon thought he was a stone when he met him for the first time, and Mo Jian thought he was a stone when he met him for the first time.  The same was true when meeting him, and of course this young man was no exception.

    It¡¯s just that unlike Namjoon and Mo Jian, in this boy¡¯s eyes, Ye Zi is no longer a stone, because it may be more suitable to describe him as a mountain than a stone.

    The sight, the cold and ruthless sight, is not sharp, nor does it make people uneasy, but for some reason, when those two sights fall on the boy, the boy feels like he is carrying a huge boulder.  Feeling depressed, is this tall man really a mountain, and even his sight is like stone?

    Mountains can be depressing, and the only choice to escape this depression is not to look at them. As long as you don't look at them, you won't feel depressed. However, the leaves are not mountains, so even if the boy turns his head stiffly, he can still  He felt that heavy sight that was suffocating him.

    Namjoon is not a very strange person, he is a very beautiful person, not only beautiful but also exudes an irresistible magic.

    Such people are usually aristocratic and aloof. Mo Jian would think so when he saw him for the first time, and so would Han Zhui when he saw him for the first time.

    And this is especially true for young people. Even that lazy smile can make people have an urge to worship and follow.

      When he smiled, he was very gentle, like the spring breeze caressing the willows, like the drizzle moistening the earth, making people feel comfortable under the spring sun.

    So the young man would stay stunned, open his mouth, and look at the two people in the room like a fool, until Han Zhui's big warm hand gently pressed on the top of his head.

    "Don't scare the children." With a faint smile, the young man slowly came back to his senses and looked at the smiling Han Zhui blankly, and then at the two people in the room.

    "They" The young man seemed to want to say something, but when he came into contact with Ye Zi's heavy gaze again, he couldn't help but shut his mouth.

    "Don't be afraid. Although they are all bad, they are all my friends."

    "Hey, Xiao Han, can't you just be kind?" Nan Jun smiled bitterly, turned to Ye Zi and said, "You don't even have a temper when people say that? I'm really curious, if you really don't like him, why?  Don¡¯t you turn over the table and lose your temper?¡±

    Ye Zi still looked at the boy beside Han Zhui expressionlessly, and then said something that Namjoon could not refute.

    "We are indeed not good people. I think it was before when he was not doing well."

    Ye Zi¡¯s words have always been very direct, whether to others or to himself, so Namjoon could only smile bitterly and change the topic to the boy.

    "Who is this child?"

    Before the young man could recover and speak, Han Zhui smiled slightly and replied, "My friend."

    The two words "friend" are like a pot of old wine, which is not only warm but also intoxicating. When the young man heard these three words, a blush appeared on his face.

    Blushing is not necessarily because of shyness, but occasionally because of excitement, because of the uncontrollable surging blood in the body.  The young man was excited at this moment. Being able to be friends with someone like Han Zhui was obviously an exciting thing, at least for the young man in front of him.

    After hearing these three words from Han Zhui, Namjoon couldn't help but show a hint of surprise for a moment. He knew Han Zhui, so he would be surprised.

    How could a dangerous person like Han Zhui be friends with a fifteen or sixteen year old?  This is obviously something to be curious about.

    It's just that Namjoon's curiosity only lasted a short moment, and in the next moment, there was no trace of surprise on his handsome face. This may be just because of Han Zhui's words about "friend".  .

    There may be many kinds of friends, but in Namjoon's eyes, there is only one kind, the kind that is trustworthy, reliable, and worthy of risking one's life. The most important point is that Han Zhui's friends are his Namjoon's friends, and for friends  Namjoon never had too many questions, so there was only one question in his mind at the moment.

    "what's your name?"
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