Staring at that fairy-like woman, Zhi Xing kept hinting to himself, she is an actor, she is an actor! She is an actor who accompanies Jie in acting!
If she doesn't do this, it's hard to guarantee that she won't pick up a fork and scratch her face.
Yan Shengjie was surrounded by several council members in the center, blocking the sight of Zhi Xing chasing him.
"This is the welcome reception specially prepared by these members of Congress for the Prince of Oman." Qing Qing aside, said unhurriedly, "The superiors attach great importance to this cooperation and will do their best to promote it at any cost."
Zhixing heard the implication clearly. She yawned lazily and said, "I don't understand your politics, and I have no interest in participating."
Qing looked back and smiled, "It's enough that you understand him."
Zhi Xingpi smiled but stretched out his finger, trying to poke his wound again. Qing's expression changed, and he subconsciously protected his arm, his voice tight, "You dare!"
Unexpectedly, Zhixing just stretched out his beautiful hand and admired it wantonly.
Qing's face darkened again and he glared at her, "I suddenly felt that A Ying was much cuter in the past!"
"Haha," Zhi Xing smiled, and this time she stretched out her hand to touch his cold handsome face, "I think you are much cuter now!"
Opposite, the dazzling man surrounded by people raised his long eyes slowly and happened to see this scene. The air suddenly dropped, forming a cold air that gathered around him, and his eyes were covered with frost, which was unpredictable.
"Haha, Prince Lannon can choose the United States for his first trip. We really..." Before the people next to him finished speaking, Yan Shengjie suddenly gave him the cup in his hand, crossed the crowd, and strode towards the opposite side.
go.
"Z! Where are you going?" Ji'er was angry and anxious, her fair and moist complexion was a bit red, and she watched helplessly as Yan Shengjie walked up to Zhi Xing.
She felt something strange in the airflow behind her, as if a powerful aura suddenly appeared! Zhixing turned around unconsciously and saw the god-like man standing in front of her. Her eyes widened, "Jie... uh no
,Your Highness the Prince, you..."
At this time, music sounded in the hall. Without saying a word, Yan Shengjie grabbed her wrist and dragged her onto the dance floor. Zhi Xing followed him passively, and the attention from all around made her frown nervously.
His fingers gently caressed her wrist, touching the two shallow scars, and suddenly he squeezed her hard, so tight that she hurt, but the pain was so sweet.
Ignoring the surprised or horrified looks around her, Yan Shengjie put his arms around her waist and led her in a dance. Suddenly being so close to him, Zhi Xing's heartbeat accelerated, like a little girl who had just learned the taste of first love.
Just like that, he lowered his head, too shy to look at him.
There was a lazy, low laugh above the head, followed by a sigh, and his magnetic voice rang in my ears, "Cat, I miss you so much."
Very much.
Since he woke up, he has been thinking about it, and it almost makes him feel unbearable.
The surrounding lights gradually dimmed, turning into a very soft halo. The person in his arms made no sound, but he could clearly feel her trembling slightly, and couldn't help but hug her tightly again.
She no longer cares about how many pairs of eyes there are, how many people with ulterior motives, and what conspiracies are waiting for them. She just wants to cry and cry happily in his arms!
I thought about it, so I did it.
Zhi Xing put her arms around his waist and pressed her face against his chest. She didn't care whether his clothes were high-end handmade goods. Tears and snot were all smeared on them!
He lowered his head and smiled, a doting and indulgent smile that many people would envy.
"Jie, I'm sorry."
Hearing her nasally three words, he raised his eyebrows and said in a cold and unkind tone, "Did you provoke other male cats?"
Zhixing raised his head, glared at him with red eyes, then shook his head and buried his face in his chest, "I shouldn't have forced you to swear that kind of oath. Now, I realize that I was really selfish at the time.
!" She smiled bitterly, her tears turning into beads, "So, God punished me. But it's okay, it's only five years..."
He didn't speak, stopped, and stared at her with his evil eyes, without any gaps, his eyes were full of her.
Gently, he wiped away the tears on her cheeks with his fingertips.
Everyone was shocked to see this mysterious prince of Oman leave the real princess alone and comfort a crying oriental woman in public! From time to time, someone turned their attention to Ji Er, who stood stiffly in place, embarrassed and at a loss.
. Holding the skirt tightly with both hands, biting her lip, she was so resigned that tears were about to fall.
Culler and Mike stood in the corner. Seeing this scene, Mike smiled and raised his glass, "You are right, this woman is the trump card."
Culler smiled without saying a word and clinked glasses with him.
Qing withdrew his gaze, stood outside the venue, stretched out his hand to adjust the intercom in his ears, "Listen, cheer up, no mosquitoes are allowed in tonight!"
Yan Shengjie looked around with his light eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled up coldly.
He hugged Weaver Star and danced in a relaxed and leisurely way, as if he was enjoying himself. It was ironic that their conversation was the safest in such a public place.
At this time, he suddenly said, "Is that boy named Yan Che disobedient?"
Zhi Xing was startled at first, then raised his face with tears in his eyes, and then laughed out loud, "The boy named Yan Che has a weird temperament just like his father."
Yan Shengjie's thick eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he quickly pinched her chin, looking around, "He likes to scratch your face?"
Zhi Xing was a little dumbfounded, "Xiao Che is very good. He loves me very much. Although he is only four years old, he seems to be able to take care of others."
Yan Shengjie blinked his narrow eyes, and a trace of relief flashed into his pupils. He held her hand and kept caressing the scar on her wrist, gently, with his heartache.
After the song ended, the lights in the hall became very bright again.
Zhi Xing reluctantly raised her head from his arms, as if she heard the 12 o'clock bell. She had to return to reality and play her role again, from his princess to everyone's Cinderella.
There was obvious reluctance in her eyes, but she tried hard to keep a smile on her lips.
He frowned.
She took a few steps back, acted very flattered, and said loudly, "Thank you, Your Highness."
Just as he was about to turn around, his wrist tightened.
Zhixing turned around in disbelief and faced his arrogance, "You..."
He said proudly, "I said, this dance is not over yet!"
Amid the low exclamations around him, he turned his head and looked at Culler provocatively. The latter smiled and motioned for the band to continue playing.