On the beautiful and sexy lips of a man, there is a funny smile. "Long time ago, we seem to have seen it a few days ago." his eyes are narrow and long, as if with a deep smile. "But I see Miss s today, it's much more beautiful than last time, and the dance is also beautiful."

S's eyes brightened and her red lips burst into a smile. She seemed surprised, but she was very complacent. She was just trying to say something, but Mo Shichen had bowed his head and smiled at her modestly, "have a good time, I have something else to do. I will not accompany you for the moment."

S looked at his mask like smile, the smile on his face, so stiff there, and then slowly declined.

When Mo Shichen saw her look, his eyes were dark, but he still took back his sight, raised his feet and wiped his shoulders to walk past her, and his movements were neat and did not show any hesitation.

Wenyi is nibbling at the pastry delivered by wenhanye. All of a sudden, he feels something. Looking up, he just sees the man in the shirt and black trousers. He is handsome and upright, straight and slender, with a natural noble temperament.

She was stunned for a moment. For a while, she didn't even make any response. She sat in the distance, maintaining the original sitting posture or even look, and looked at him coming towards her with her lips closed.

Suddenly, there is a heat near his side. Wen Hanye approaches a lot. He reaches out his finger and moves the corner of her lips. He says, "Gee, so many people look at you. I'm sorry for the crumbs you eat."

Wenyi, ""

when Mo Shi looked at the man who came close to Wenyi and behaved intimately with her, his eyes crossed the long and thin coolness.

Did he wipe Wenyi's mouth?

But a woman's lips are red and white and clean.

A shadow fell over her. Mo Shichen's long legs were standing in front of her.

Wenyi still has a glass of red wine in his hand. Seeing that he is looking down at himself, he puts the glass aside, raises his face and looks into Sang's eyes. He smiles gracefully and gently, "what can I do for you, young master?"

A hand reached in front of her, palm up, the man's voice low, but full of magnetism, listening to a kind of pleasant enjoyment, "can you dance? Mrs. mo. "

There was a low uproar around.

Wen Hanye did not know when he sat back in his position, half leaning on the handrail, keeping a quiet distance and looking at the well-dressed man. Like other people, he retreated to the position of the background plate, but his eyes were cool, and he seemed to treat the meaningful smile.

Wenyi looked at his hand first.

This man's hands can match his face. They are long and white, but they have well-balanced bones and a sense of strength. Even in the fishing village that once lived in Jiangcheng, his hands still look like your son.

Looking up, she looked at his face, and finally his eyes.

The feeling of this moment really makes people have a sense of vanity.

He invited her in front of so many people, especially Mrs. Mo, who was not loud or low, but had a clear voice.

It's enough to sweep all the rumors about their strangers, disagreements and quarrels in recent days. As long as she answers the invitation and puts her hand on it, it's self-evident that the rumors will go on in the future.

Especially just now, his attitude towards s is not only gentlemanly, but also polite.

He looked down at the eyes, quiet and focused, as if this moment he can see, only her.

It's a pity that such a battle can't tempt her now.

It's also a pity that when she can be seduced by such eyes and gestures, she can't even taste vanity.

It's just like that she actually wants to stand up and dance with him. It's a pity that she didn't have a good chance to show her dancing skills when she hired a famous teacher.

There is no change in the gentleness and smile on Wenyi ', I'm afraid no one can be there. I'd better invite her, "she said with a low smile." let me dance. I can't even hurt your foot. At that time, I don't know how many people secretly say that I'm not. I can't bear the responsibility. "

The whole process of speaking, she did not even get up, the shoulders are still covered with the dark green shawl.

She is to give him enough face, a word she can't jump, put the responsibility to their own body.

But to refuse is to refuse.

What's more, he doesn't believe that a woman who chisels herself into a new posture in order to become the perfect daughter-in-law in Lawrence's eyes can't be seen.

When he was still in Jiangcheng, he saw that the woman was very difficult.

So although he was a little curious and conquering about her at that time, he would not choose to approach her if it was not forced by the situation, but when the situation forced him to get closer and get along with more, his interest in her gradually became stronger.It's hard to convince her, not to mention that he once seemed to hurt her.

He looked down at her, his handsome face did not change, his movements did not take back, he was not impatient, although he did not speak, but in the eyes of others, he was waiting for her response.

The more it is, the more eyes it gathers, and the louder the low voices are.

The longer the stalemate is, the more awkward it will be.

Of course, Wenyi understood, so she gradually bit her lips and even tried to make eye contact with him to let him solve the situation.

But the man always looked at him frankly, eyes dark, with a light smile, half no meaning of back.

For a long time, she was bound to waver.

If he doesn't stop, and she doesn't agree, it's not only his face that's lost, but also her face that's not good-looking.

What's more, other people don't know about her and his situation. She is the only one behind the arrangement.

For a moment, Wenyi was almost ready to stand up.

But before she made this response, her charming voice had fallen off clearly. "Shi Chen, the wife you married is famous and capable but low-key. You don't like to do this kind of show thing. You don't mind that I've been neglecting exercise and retreating a lot in recent years. I'll invite you to dance this dance, OK?"