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The hands of the two were tightly clasped, this was a contest of strength, but also a contest between men and men, time seemed to be engraved on the faces of the two, one was elegant and smiling, and the other was cold and gloomy.

The reporter seized the opportunity to take pictures, and countless people at the scene stood up from their seats to watch, and the two figures shook hands, which was an extremely important moment.

One is the next heir of the Xie family, the mysterious Xie Shao, the ruler of Ning'an City, and the other is the second to none wealthy family in Tianjing City, the next heir of the imperial capital An family, both of whom have a decisive influence.

Everyone watched this scene excitedly, and the two shook hands and shook hands.

"Does it mean that Ning'an City and Tianjing City will cooperate in the future, and the imperial capital will strongly support the economy of Ning'an City, and the future development of Ning'an City will go to a higher level."

"I don't know, it's so harmonious to see the two, but it looks weird."

"What's the weird two beautiful men, it's pleasing to the eye, oops, take a picture of it, take it home and take it to see, if this photo is auctioned on the market, it will definitely be a big hit."

"Your family is also a family with a head and a face, don't do this kind of thing that makes people laugh."

"I'm also a girl, so it's okay to like beautiful men"

The two shook hands, making the entire Emgrand Hall lively again.

This time the two shook hands, even if Xie Limo didn't get up, he was still sitting there, and An Yexuan was standing, but Xie Limo still had an imperial spirit that was above everyone, he just smiled beautifully and elegantly, and he could look at the world.

Originally, his aura was restrained, but this time it was all released, sucking the elegance of heaven and earth into his body, even An Yexuan, it was a layer in front of him.

When An Yexuan felt the strength of Xie Limo's handshake, his cold gaze must have changed, and he understood that this legendary Xie Shao was really not ordinary.

After the two let go of their hands, An Yexuan looked at Yun Bixue.

But Yun Bixue's eyes were always on Xie Limo, and when she saw him let go of her hand, she immediately held Xie Limo's hand and stroked him with her soft little hand to make him feel less pain.

She knew that Xie Limo must have exerted her strength just now, and she felt distressed in her heart.

With such a subtle movement, An Yexuan saw it in his eyes, and an inexplicable anger surged in his heart, and he then stretched out his hand to Yun Bixue and said, "Miss Yun, we meet again." ”

Yun Bixue heard these cold words, her body and mind were cold, she looked back at An Yexuan, he had really changed too much, she couldn't find the sunny An Yexuan that she used to be.

She pursed her lips lightly and said, "An Shao, I'm sorry" didn't give An Yexuan face at all.

After going through a lot of things, Yun Bixue understands that An Yexuan's hatred for her in her heart will not be less, even if she tells him that Chu Fei'er is still alive, he will think that it is his own excuse, and many times before, An Yexuan will inexplicably question her, so she and An Yexuan can only be familiar strangers, or even enemies, since it is an enemy who is red-eyed when they meet, then she does not need to lower her posture.

An Yexuan's hand was stretched out there, and the reporters and the people at the scene watched, making him unable to fall.

Seeing that a turmoil was about to start, Xie Limo stood up and shook An Yexuan's hand, and said with a smile: "I'm sorry, my wife is not used to contact with other men, so I took her to shake hands." ”

Hearing this sentence in An Yexuan's ears, it was a provocation, and the hands of the two fought again.

Then An Yexuan sat next to Yun Bixue, although there was an empty seat, but it was enough to make Yun Bixue feel uncomfortable. 00 collected and organized, the copyright belongs to the author or publisher.