Looking at the beautiful and enchanting woman in front of him, Cheng Moyan suddenly frowned.
Looking at Cheng Moyan, Zhou Yaxin just pretended not to see his ugly face. No matter what the occasion was or how many people were paying attention to them, she slid a hand up his chest, got closer to him, and asked, "Mo, I thought you would come to me."
I wanted to be your female companion, but you didn’t, why?” The voice was a little aggrieved.
Hearing her question, Cheng Moyan felt a little unhappy, but he didn't show it, and even suppressed the impatience on his face.
He put his hand lightly on her shoulder and patted her, with a smile that seemed to be true or false at the corner of his mouth. He leaned down and leaned close to her ear, saying softly, "You have always known how you exist in my heart. You are so smart."
A good woman doesn’t ask for too much.”
Zhou Yaxin's originally dazzling face suddenly dimmed. Yes, she had always known that he only took care of her because of her father's entrustment, but it was precisely because of this that she was unwilling to accept it. If it was really just because of her father, then why would he?
Being so good to her? Does he really have no extra feelings for her?
At this time, the music started playing again. She raised her head and smiled brightly at him, "Then anyway, can you dance with me tonight?"
Looking at her sincere look, Cheng Moyan pursed his lips, thought for a second, glanced at the woman sitting alone over there, and nodded.
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Glancing at the dance floor, Mu Qingqing's heart suddenly throbbed. She angrily pulled over a plate of fruit and ate it when she suddenly felt dizzy.
When Chen Ming came back from the toilet, he saw Mu Qingqing beating his little head with his hands. He pulled out his chair and sat down, and asked with concern, "What's wrong?"
Hearing the sound, Mu Qingqing raised her head and saw that it was Chen Ming who was back. She gave him a smile that she thought was reassuring and shook her head.
Putting down the fork in her hand, she endured the discomfort and asked, "Why doesn't the president go dancing?"
Chen Ming looked at the dance floor and continued to sip red wine. When he heard her question, he smiled lonely, "I don't have a female partner."
"Ah?" Mu Qingqing didn't believe it. Although their president was not as evil as Cheng Moyan, he was still a handsome guy. How could it be possible that he didn't have a female companion?!
Even if I beat him to death, she wouldn’t believe it, and if I didn’t beat him to death, she wouldn’t believe it even more!
"So..." In Mu Qingqing's mind, she was righteously criticizing the lying man next to her. His next words made her uneasy. She only heard him sincerely ask, "Miss Mu, would you like to dance with me?"
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Mu Qingqing was stunned for a long time, but in her heart she was at war with heaven and man: How could she refuse him? She had danced just now, and her feet were still hurting, and she was not feeling well.
Subconsciously, she is unwilling to expose her fragile and helpless side to others because she has no sense of security and does not want others to see her in embarrassment.
After thinking about it, Mu Qingqing shook her head and said, "I'm sorry, CEO, the skin on my foot was probably broken when I was dancing just now. It's very painful."
Chen Ming lowered his eyes in disappointment, "Well, forget it...is the skin broken seriously? Does it need to be treated?"
"No, thank you." Mu Qingqing shook her head. It was okay if she didn't shake it. With this shake, she suddenly felt more dizzy, and her body felt a little hot and weak. She couldn't help but frown, and reached out to pinch the center of her eyebrows.
He patted the back of his head with his hand.
"What's wrong with you?" Seeing her beating his head again, Chen Ming asked hurriedly.
Mu Qingqing wanted to shake her head and say it was okay, but just as she was about to shake her head, she felt the world spin, her body became unstable, and she fell to the side.