C267 Sorry I love you 8

This night, Jiang Yueming was especially low-key as she quietly sat in the corner and chatted with Zheng Xiaopei and the others. Zheng Xiaopei and the others naturally did not know that it was because she had received the strict conditions for the split property book, and thought that the beauty had a good impression of them, so they were naturally willing to accompany her.

However, Jiang Yueming's eyes were still darting around the circle, as if she was sitting on pins and needles. Every time she attended a party, she would always be the focus of attention. She had never felt this low profile before. However, Qu Cunzi that bastard's contract had clearly stated that no place should call itself "Mrs. Qu".

As she sat here and looked at these industry elites, she finally understood the true meaning of the name "Mrs. Qu".

I really can't imagine, if I lost this title, would these people buy it? Would they even rush to advertise her new movie?

There were so many beauties in the world, without the presence of the Wealthy Class, he instantly became miserable.

Divorce in public was really a loss-making business.

The dance began.

Jiang Yueming could no longer sit still. Upon Zheng Xiaopei's invitation, she happily agreed. The two of them danced for a bit before she turned her head and saw Mu Qiaozhi still chatting loudly with the rest.

She smiled sweetly and walked over to him, making a very elegant gesture of invitation.

Of course Mu Qiaozhi couldn't refuse, he smiled and stood up.

Jiang Yueming had been in the entertainment circle for many years, so she had naturally painstakingly cultivated her dancing skills before. However, the moment she and Mu Qiaozhi entered the dance floor, she immediately discovered that Qiao Zhijun was not good at dancing.

Sure enough, this was a private matter between scientists. Life is not colorful at all.

However, she was an excellent dance teacher, Qiao Zhi was originally an expert in sports. After three to five rounds, he had become instantly familiar with her and their teamwork had become better.

It was a strange feeling. Following the coordination of their dancing steps, Jiang Yueming relaxed her mind and slowly inhaled the smell of the man in his arms. It was not the scent of the cologne that men commonly used, nor was it the smell of other men's sweat … It was a pure, manly smell... It was a strong smell of male hormones.

She had never smelled it on any other man before.

Wang Congke did not, nor did Qu Cunzi.

When he was with Wang Congke, he already knew that Wang Congke was scheming. He was more than gentle and lacked bravery and courage.

As for Qu Cunzi, she didn't care whether he had it or not. For the first time, she smelled it.

It was a really intoxicating smell, just like a deadly poppy. It was a taste that only mature women would understand and desire.

If it was said that she was more interested in Mu Qiaozhi previously out of greed, out of revenge towards him. But now, she suddenly felt a strong desire for him: No way, this man is mine! I must have this man.

If not for revenge, if not for Li Xiaobao — ten thousand women never would have met such a man in their lives.

Even if it wasn't Li Xiaobao, I would use all my strength to snatch him away from any other woman in the world.

Her heart had already been made up, and her greedy thoughts surged. She actually forgot about the Tightening Headband Curse Qu Cunzi set up, and hugged Qiao Zhi's waist very tightly.

In a corner of the dance floor, Mu Qiaozhi suddenly felt the breathing of the person in his embrace change. He was a normal man. Even a fool would realize the meaning behind a woman's sudden hug.

His face flushed red and his heart chilled. He instinctively wanted to push her away, but the beautiful woman's jade-like hands tightly wrapped around him, and a sweet smell assaulted his nose. Inborn. Things naturally didn't live up to their reputation. Because of the social etiquette and because of the warm fragrance, he didn't know what to feel for a moment.

Fortunately, at this moment, the music stopped.

The lights were on, and he let go.

Jiang Yueming had no choice but to let go.

His waist was empty, Mu Qiaozhi took a deep breath, then suddenly raised his wine cup and drank it all in one gulp.

Jiang Yueming was still immersed in this romantic atmosphere, the strong smell of a man lingering at the tip of his nose. Dazed eyes: just like those female lions in the animal kingdom who have seen a male lion defeat a group of heroes and look down upon the whole world.

"Mrs. Qu …"

It sounded like a thunderclap on the top of his head.

Jiang Yueming's eyes widened, who was it? Who was calling Mrs. Qu? What kind of fella doesn't know what's good for herself?