However, Murong Rong was faster than him, holding his fingers and scratching his fingers with orange-red nails lightly, "I'm really ugly. My face was burned by a fire, leaving a big scar."
A scar..."
Zhuo Ran only felt itchy and numb on his fingers, and even his heart was so aroused that he couldn't hold it back.
The fingers in front of him were like green onions, soft and white. Zhuo Ran couldn't bear it and grabbed the fingers with his backhand.
Murong Rong twitched quickly, and Zhuo Ran caught an empty space.
At this time, there was a sudden commotion in the hall.
The crowd was whispering and shining with anticipation.
Murong Rong asked Zhuoran: "What happened?"
Zhuoran's face was filled with pride: "The only one who can cause such a big sensation is the Flame King Yinzai of Huan Yan. This time my father held a cocktail party, and he who rarely attended the cocktail party actually came in person. It can be said that he has gained a lot of respect.
, enough to prove the strong relationship between our ek and Huanyan."
As soon as he finished speaking, the heads at the door started to stir, and they all gave way to the main road.
Yinzai, dressed in a black suit, walked grandly into the hall, accompanied by his host Zhuo Zhuo and birthday girl Zhuo Caini.
He descended like a king, arrogantly looking down at the audience, exuding a cold arrogance that would repel people thousands of miles away, and accepting the admiration of everyone like a noble emperor.
I once had countless scenes of meeting him in my dreams, some were happy and some were sad.
Only, I never thought that I would meet him on such an occasion, with such an identity, and in such a situation.
The years of training have made him tougher, more restrained and calm.
Seeing him standing in the crowd like stars over the moon, with a arrogant look on the world in his politeness, he seemed to be a familiar person, but also seemed to be a stranger.
At this scene, Murong Rong's heart actually throbbed slightly, and some deep emotions seemed to slowly spread from the painful place.
She took a sip of champagne, and the wine in the glass was a bit bitter.
Zhuo Ran suddenly grabbed Murong Rong's hand and said, "I will take you to introduce you to King Yan."
Murong Rong was so confused that she forgot to break free from Zhuo Ran's hand, and her feet followed him as if they had no owner.
Zhuo Ran secretly smiled. The little hand in his palm was soft and softer than he imagined. He couldn't help but squeeze it twice and was reluctant to let go.
Yinzai brought a cocktail and talked with several group bosses.
He was surrounded by people who wanted to get closer to him, but didn't dare to go too far for fear of disturbing him.
Since he came in, the whole hall has been bustling, but it can't compete with his casual stop.
The tall and straight figure looked like a mountain standing in the crowd, and also like a mountain weighing on Murong Rong's heart.
Zhuo Ran took Murong Rong and waited carefully outside the circle. Even as the young host of the reception, he did not dare to disturb him easily. Seeing Zhuo Ran's frightened expression, Murong Rong only realized that he was so difficult to approach.
figure.
He was like a lone cloud in the sky, while she and the people in the scene could only stand on the ground, raising their heads, admiring him from a distance as he floated by in the sky.
After he finished talking with the big guys, Zhuo Ran hurriedly pulled Murong Rong over and, in front of everyone, nodded to him and said with a smile: "Mr. Yin, my name is Zhuo Ran, I am the deputy general manager of ek..."
Before Zhuo Ran finished the introduction, Yin Zai nodded to him casually, without even looking at him, passed him, walked past Murong Rong, and walked away...
He walked past her coldly, his steady steps without any pause, and his tall figure passed in front of her like a huge shadow.
I could smell his familiar scent in my nose, just like the nostalgic scent she had when she was leaning on his chest and held in his arms seven years ago.
As he walked further and further away, the familiar scent gradually disappeared, and finally disappeared without a trace, just like a sudden hallucination after waking up from a dream.
After losing some things that I didn't care about before, I realized that I had missed so many precious and beautiful things.
This feeling can be recalled later, but it was already at a loss.
Lyrical music started, and the guests gathered around the stage.
Murong Rong looked at him from afar, watching him and Zhuo Caini both walk onto the stage and slowly dance the opening dance of the reception.
The woman is as charming as a flower, with a sweet smile on her face.
The man is tall and handsome, with majestic appearance and handsome hair. He is the most dazzling star in the field.
All of this seems to be an illusion, an illusion that often appears in dreams.
However, in this illusory dream, the heroine is not her, but another woman standing in her place, replacing her.