Yan Xiaye, who was holding a wine glass and drinking slowly, suddenly raised his eyes. In desperation, he didn't even have time to put down the wine glass. He held the hem of the skirt and stumbled towards the direction where Li Beicheng disappeared.

The anxious look of losing his composure and even hitting a lady on the face, he didn't have time to say sorry.

Li Yuntang's eyes were getting darker and the emotions in his eyes were complicated and difficult to tell.

Miss Jiang followed and smiled sly: "What about now?"

If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she would never have imagined that there would be a woman in this world who turned a blind eye to Li Yuntang, not to mention that such a shameful thing had just happened, and she would have to chase Li Beicheng wholeheartedly.

Li Yuntang withdrew his gaze lightly, and Yun Danfeng seemed to have nothing happened. He raised his arm to make an invitation gesture: "...please."

...

At the end of the corridor leading to the bathroom, Yan Xiaye stood on tiptoe and looked around, and finally found the light purple shadow.

"Huang Qian!"

She didn't care about the coming and going, and she was anxious, running in her high heels, stopped in front of the woman panting, suppressing her excitement and trembling: "Huang Qian!"

In front of her, a man and a woman stopped and looked at her thoughtfully.

The woman's face was beautiful, and her jewelry-covered decoration showed her worth, and she asked curiously: "Who?"

The man beside her was a little cold, and his amber eyes looked at her faintly, guessing her intention of rushing over: "Miss, you recognize the wrong person. This person next to me is the fourth daughter of the Qin family. He just studied abroad three years ago

When I come back, my name is Qin Yiren."

"Qin Yiren?" After the surprise, there was a huge disappointment. Yan Xiaye's thin body shook and almost stood unsteadily: "No, you and Huang Qian look like you, how could you be Qin Yiren?"

Seeing that Yan Xiaye stubbornly blocked the road and refused to let go, the man looked even colder, and turned his head to Qin Yiren and said, "Miss Fourth, Mr. Chu is still waiting for you."

"You... can't wait to push me into the arms of another man?" Qin Yiren's smile faded, and he looked at the man calmly and depressedly: "I want to stay here to chat with her, go away,

I don't want to see you."

The man frowned in disagreement, his handsome face covered with a layer of frost and retreated silently.

Qin Yiren kept watching the man disappearing into the corner of the corridor before turning back her eyes with a wry smile: "You are the protagonist in the garden, I remember you."

"What else? Do you really have no impression of me?" Yan Xiaye held the cold sweat in his palm, stared at the other party with great anticipation, and took the initiative to step forward and get closer: "I am Yan Xiaye

ah!"

Qin Yiren was a little confused about her strange enthusiasm.

Fortunately, after passing by the garden, she admired Yan Xiaye very much and shook her head cautiously: "In my memory, I have no impression of you, whether it is your appearance or your name."

"How could it be..."

Yan Xiaye was hit hard, and his eyes were red as if he was about to cry: "I'm sorry, do you have twin sisters or something?"

"No, although I rank fourth in the family, my parents only have me as my daughter." Qin Yiren still couldn't figure it out and took out a handkerchief from her pocket and handed it to her: "Don't cry, you must have something important to find Huang Qian,

I'm sorry I can't help."

"No, this is not your fault." Yan Xiaye took the handkerchief, forced a smile and pulled the corners of his lips, holding the last faint hope: "If you don't hate me, can you exchange your mobile phone number with me? Maybe?

…”

"No problem." Qin Yiren smiled: "I haven't had time to make any friends after I returned to China. You are welcome to fill the vacancy."

After exchanging mobile phone numbers, Yan Xiaye had no reason to occupy Qin Yiren's time.

In the past month, Li Yuntang has invested extremely huge expenses in finding Huang Qian. The people spread out are not even spared from sanatoriums and mental hospitals. However, the information about Huang Qian is like a rock sinking into the sea. No matter how much you search, you can find it.

There is less than a clue.

As time went by, she forced herself not to think about it, but her heartstrings became tense day by day, and she was surprised to lose her composure when she saw Qin Yiren and completely forgot where she was.

Back to the banquet hall in a daze, Yan Xiaye stopped at the door.

Through the layers of fragrant hair, she saw a cute and beautiful woman dancing happily in front of Li Yuntang with a sweet smile. Her eyes were full of admiration and love, and she took advantage of the slow rhythm of the dance music and leaned down.

He said something very intimately.

The combination of handsome men and beautiful women, coupled with the orderly dance steps of advancing and retreating, the two undoubtedly became the focus of the field, and their every move was very eye-catching.

Yan Xiaye looked for a while, quietly retreated from the door to the corridor, and drank the remaining wine in his glass in one go.

Even though she didn't understand the rules in her social circle, she knew that the first dance was very important, and she never expected Li Yuntang to invite her.

However, when she saw Li Yuntang embracing each other with her own eyes, why did her heart still feel stinging...

"Hey, bastard woman."

Just as she hid in dismay, a cynical voice rang beside her: "Beicheng left you here and left me alone?"

"Yan Er?" Yan Xiaye was startled, and then he remembered that Young Master Yan was very valuable, so it was natural to appear here.

Yan Er curled the corners of his lips, pushed away the heavy French curtains, and walked out, looking at her stunning tongue: "It's rare to dress so beautifully, it's a bit of a loss if you don't dance. Come on, I'll do it every day.

Yiliang, I will give you a chance to play."

Seeing the other party laughing and holding her hand, Yan Xiaye hid back with a stern face: "Forget it, I can't dance."

"You can't learn if you can't jump?" Yan Er took her refusal seriously. He stretched his arms forward and grabbed her soft little hand: "Who is with us, but my feet can't stand it.

If you dare to pretend to be stupid, I will step back as soon as I can."

Who is this person?

Yan Xiaye felt sorry for her in her heart, and she couldn't help but be pulled by him and turned around and circled into the dance floor.

As the most approachable existence among the rich second generation, Yan Er's appearance has also attracted a small number of attention.

He originally likes to show off his character, and now he leads Yan Xiaye to slide into the middle of the dance floor.

The passionate and unrestrained Franmino's dance suddenly changed tone, changing to Beethoven's lingering sorrow.

Yan Xiaye knew nothing about dancing, and was dragged and turned around like an exquisite puppet by Yan Er, and the crimson skirt floated out of a graceful curve.

"You really don't look like a woman. You can't do anything as straight as Miss Jiang!" Yan Er glanced at her and muttered quietly, then looked at the pair of beautiful men who were cooperating harmoniously a few meters away, signaling Yan Xia.

I followed the example at night.
Chapter completed!