There is a splendid banquet hall with gorgeous crystal chandeliers. The men are in suits and ties, with their hair neatly combed, and the women are dressed grandly, with light makeup and heavy makeup, and are in full bloom.

They drank wine and drank wine together, their clothes were fragrant and their temples were shadowed.

Amid the warmth of champagne and the fragrance of roses, Mi Jiawen, as the host, took the lead in leading his wife Fang Ziying to the dance floor and danced to the melodious music amid the applause of the crowd.

Immediately, the guests also walked to the dance floor one after another.

Mi Jiayu made a "please" gesture to Han Jing'er. Han Jing'er smiled and followed Mi Jiayu to the dance floor.

Mi Haoran and Zhou Yali over there looked towards them. Zhou Yali said with a smile: "Haoran, look, Xiaoyu and Jing'er are a perfect match. They are like a couple."

Mi Haoran said: "Don't put too much gold on your son's face, he is not worthy of Han Jing'er."

Zhou Yali was unconvinced: "What's wrong with Xiaoyu?"

Mi Haoran said: "It's not that Xiao Yu is bad. It's that Han Jing'er has a high heart. Do you think that because of Xiao Yu's status as the young master of the MN Group, Han Jing'er will fall in love with him? Han Jing'er won't be so superficial.

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Zhou Yali thought about it and said, "Jing'er is not a child who is blind to money."

Mi Haoran said: "What I admire most about her is that she is a very innocent girl who has no utilitarianism."

Just as he was talking, the song ended.

Everyone took their seats one after another.

After a while, the music started eating again. Cheng Yiming walked up to Han Jing'er unexpectedly and made a "please" gesture. Han Jing'er bit her lip and was about to refuse, but Cheng Yiming pulled her away without any explanation and hugged her.

Get on the dance floor.

Cheng Yiming's hands hugged Han Jing'er's waist tightly, with an extremely evil smile on his face.

This smile made Han Jing'er's teeth itch with hatred, but she was helpless.

While dancing, Cheng Yiming brought his mouth close to Han Jing'er's ear and said in a very rogue tone: "Sweetie (honey, or sweetheart), I miss you - to be precise, I miss you."

My beautiful body, when will we spend the spring night together again? I can’t wait.”

Han Jing'er's face froze and she didn't answer.

Cheng Yiming grinned and laughed. While smiling, he brought his mouth closer to Han Jing'er's ear: "Since that night, I have been thinking about your beautiful body day and night. Every time I think about it, my body is filled with enthusiasm."

Han Jing'er bit her lip, pushed him away suddenly, and wanted to leave. But Cheng Yiming's hand held her waist tightly, like an iron vise, and she couldn't struggle at all.

She was angry and anxious: "Let me go!"

The smile on Cheng Yiming's face became even more evil: "What if I don't let go?"

Han Jing'er said: "If you don't let me go, I will yell."

Cheng Yiming smiled softly: "Then just scream."

Han Jing'er was even more angry and resentful.

She didn't dare to really yell. Firstly, she had to maintain her grace and not make a fool of herself in public; secondly, if she yelled, maybe what happened that night would be known to the whole world.

She can't afford to be hurt.

If others knew about her relationship with Cheng Yiming, they would at most say that Cheng Yiming was a romantic. A romantic relationship with a man is nothing at all, but a romantic relationship with a woman is a heinous crime.

This is where men and women differ.

Cheng Yiming still stared at Han Jing'er with ambiguous and malicious eyes. His look seemed to have seen through Han Jing'er's concerns, so he hugged Han Jing'er tighter and even more unscrupulously.
Chapter completed!