117th Anniversary 6: He is as beautiful as a painting!
What? Qianye wants to dance with someone else?!
Ouyang Weiwei's brain was shaken, and many emotions flashed through her at once, including shock, expectation, and even more worry.
I was worried that he would come into contact with other women. Because he obviously didn’t like being touched by others. When he first bumped into him, he treated him as a dirty thing. After drinking from his cup, he even asked the old housekeeper to throw it away...
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Now, why should he dance with others?
Just when she was feeling complicated, Tang Qianye stepped onto the stage in front of her, walking so calmly, as if she wasn't worried about anything at all.
The master of ceremonies said from above, "Then please, Mr. Ye, please just name a number!"
After speaking, he handed the microphone to Tang Qianye.
There has been a commotion among the guests, and the ladies are looking at their handkerchief numbers...
Even Ouyang Weiwei looked down without realizing it.
The lights in the venue dimmed, and the spotlight shone on Tang Qianye in front. In the only light in the darkness, the long and charming figure made people's hearts beat!
He held a microphone and faced the audience, and his cold and beautiful voice like a violin came out through the current:
"No. 107."
He said lightly.
This person is like this. He speaks very little, but his voice is gorgeous. Just a few notes are fascinating.
Then, after a moment of silence as if intoxicated by the sound, disappointed laments rose up one after another.
It wasn't Ouyang Weiwei's either. Just as she was squeezing the handkerchief tightly, an excited scream suddenly came from beside her, "Ah, is it me?!"
Weiwei turned around in shock and saw Zhuang Mengting looking at her number with excitement.
No, it's not hers...
Apparently Zhuang Mengting also realized it. She suddenly covered her mouth and looked at Ouyang Weiwei slowly.
Her originally excited and wide-open almond eyes gradually became disappointed, and then a weak light dimmed in her eyes. With guilt, she said in a low voice, "Weiwei..."
But before she could say anything, the people next to her came over and said, "Hey, Meng Ting, is that you?"
"You are so lucky..."
"Go quickly!"
Apparently the few people sitting next to him were employees of Tang Corporation.
Zhuang Mengjing shook off their hands, then looked at Ouyang Weiwei, and reluctantly handed the handkerchief to her, "Weiwei, go ahead..."
Ouyang Weiwei looked at her with mixed emotions. Firstly, he didn't expect her to do this, and secondly, he didn't know whether to accept her or not. According to Qianye's previous cold attitude towards her, he hasn't forgiven her yet, and he won't even go up if he can.
What kind of good look would she have? What if she was humiliated a few more times on stage?
Just when she was hesitant, the people next to her stood up around Zhuang Mengting, "Mengting, why do you want to give the opportunity to others? Go quickly."
"Don't keep Ye Shao waiting too long..."
Zhuang Mengting was pushed out by several of her colleagues. When she was leaving, she turned back frequently and looked at Ouyang Weiwei with an embarrassed expression.
It seems that she saw Ouyang Weiwei's expression was not good, her eyes were as weak as a sheep's, and she felt deeply guilty.
I almost want to speak, but I can't.
Weiwei lowered her head, feeling sour and uncomfortable, not knowing how to face this scene. She really didn't say anything, but don't expect her to send other women off to the stage with a smile to dance with her lover, okay? She doesn't blame Zhuang Mengting
, after all, she gave the handkerchief to her, and no one snatched it from her. She could have just taken the handkerchief and walked up to it fearlessly, but she didn't have the courage...
Forget it, why is she sad? She has danced with others, so why shouldn't Qianye dance with other women?
Although she was thinking this, when she raised her head again and found that Zhuang Mengting had already walked to the stage, she couldn't help feeling choked in her heart.
This conflicting and uncomfortable feeling was like injecting bitter water into her heart, flowing to every corner of her body. It was really unpleasant. She didn't want to face this scene. When she buried her head and wiped her eyes,
, a deep voice came from my ears——
"Ouyang Weiwei!"
Weiwei was startled for a moment, then slowly raised her head, and was shocked when she saw the person coming!
Tang Yoshi.
Why is he here? There are so many people here...
She quickly looked around with her red eyes. Sure enough, these people were looking at Tang Yoshi. He was the executive vice president of the company. Everyone must know him.
But when those people looked at Ouyang Weiwei again, she suddenly felt like a thousand arrows had pierced her heart.
Damn it, everyone makes her heartache.
But this kind of pain is not hatred. She can't take a knife to cut them into pieces or vent her anger happily...
When she saw the two people looking at each other on the stage, Ouyang Weiwei couldn't bear it anymore and suddenly stood up and ran away. She heard Tang Yoshi calling her from behind, but she didn't look back and rushed out of the back door of the venue...
On the open space on the red carpet in front of the venue, the dancing lights began to rotate, creating a colorful dreamlike beauty. In the gentle dimness, music played, and Tang Qianye looked at the approaching Zhuang Mengting, whose long hair was as fluttering as a fairy, but her eyes were cold.
So solemn and scary!
Those black and cold eyes made Zhuang Mengting hesitate in her steps. She stopped three steps in front of him and never dared to step in again.
This breathtakingly handsome man is clearly right in front of us, but she feels out of reach.
Like a god's mansion, it's awe-inspiring and chilling!
"Where is she?" Tang Qianye said coldly, without any warmth in his voice.
He seemed to know that the owner of handkerchief No. 107 should not be the woman in front of him.
Zhuang Mengting was startled by his attitude, her face changed, and she quickly lowered her head for fear of offending him, "I'm sorry, Mr. Ye, my Tang's reserve cadre Zhuang Mengting, the handkerchief was given to me by Weiwei, she said she
I don’t want to come..." She
As Wei Wei spoke, she raised her eyes again and looked at him as weakly and pitifully as a white rabbit. She was wearing a white shirt dress and long hair hanging down from both sides of her face to her waist. She was pure and pure, as if she had walked out of Jin Yong's works.
The little dragon girl comes out!
The absolute goddess in the eyes of modern otakus!
But Tang Qianye didn't look at her, his empty eyes looked over her head, looking at the figure running towards the back door...
Just after Wenchen said that her throat was uncomfortable, he was tempted to hide for a while and asked someone to go backstage to look up her handkerchief number. Now it seems that she is simply avoiding him and deliberately doesn't even want to give an explanation.
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Ouyang Weiwei rushed out from the door of the venue. Behind the venue was a parking lot. There was no one there, only a few patrolling security guards walked by occasionally.
She sat down on the front steps, folding her arms. The drizzle was already falling in the night sky, and in the lights of the parking lot, it was as thin, shiny, and soft as spider silk.
The waltz played melodiously from the venue. Ouyang Weiwei quickly covered her ears. When she thought of the two people hugging each other romantically and looking at each other, she suddenly wanted to escape and drive away, but
She came by Tang Yoshi's car, and her parents were still at the venue...
She felt aggrieved and uncomfortable. She said at the beginning that she didn't want to fall in love with anyone else.
When she was covering her ears and regretting her mistake, there was a burst of gorgeous footsteps from behind. When she thought that Tang Yoshi was chasing him out again, she shouted angrily, "You don't have to come to me anymore, I won't like you!"
The footsteps stopped behind her, and Weiwei knew that he must be looking at her with an overbearing and stubborn look again.
I want to call her stupid for falling in love with that man!
Her voice had gotten much better, and now she was feeling depressed. She poured out her dissatisfaction, "I said, we're done! Anyway, we don't have to get married now. You can live your life well in the future.
Don't bother me. Even if he misunderstands me, I will still like him. If you come to see my jokes, just laugh..."
Weiwei wiped her tears with the back of her hand and sat there crying sadly, "Damn it, you are all bullying me. I know I am a coward. I can't do anything to you, and I can't do anything to him."
"That bastard is even more disgusting. After abandoning me, he actually showed up in front of others in all his glory, sprayed on perfume, and deliberately came out to attract bees and butterflies."
"He danced with other women, which made me so angry. He has never danced with me..."
Ouyang Weiwei sat there sobbing, hugging her legs and crying.
The surroundings were quiet, the drizzle was falling, and the gentle hissing sound was particularly pleasant to the ears.
The air is cold and the season is turning to autumn.
Unknowingly, it has been almost half a year since she was reborn. In just half a year, after being dumped, she fell in love with someone else, was dumped again, dumped again, and now she is here in pain again. She is so useless.
It's so useless, Ouyang Weiwei herself feels that she is useless...
The person behind her had her sleeves in her trouser pockets and leaned against the pillar, watching her quietly.
After listening to her words, I smelled myself and seemed to be wondering if it was really attracting bees and butterflies.
Ouyang Weiwei cried for a while, then slowly silenced her voice. She put her skirt back and turned around and said to Tang Yoshi, "Let me tell you, I will remember what happened tonight first, and you will not dare to use such despicable methods next time."
Be careful I'm not polite to you..." The words suddenly stopped!
She stared blankly at the person in front of her, her brain paused for three seconds, and then she quickly ducked away.
My heartbeat suddenly accelerated!
"You, you, you... aren't you dancing with someone else inside?" she said in a stuck voice, nervously grabbing her skirt.
The person behind him is wearing a black elegant suit, has a sickly and handsome face, and has an extremely graceful figure leaning against a pillar.
It was Tang Qianye.
Tang Qianye let go of his comfortably crossed legs, looked down at the ground, and said nothing.
After his hair was cut shorter, even with his head lowered, his delicate face was revealed. There are countless men with thick lines, but there are very few men with such delicate facial features. They are really breathtakingly beautiful.
!
Like a painting.
Ouyang Weiwei turned around for a while before she calmed down. She was still scolding him, but in the end, he was standing next to her.
This kind of thing is enough to challenge the human heart's ability to withstand fear!
Hearing that the people behind her were silent, she pursed her lips and asked anxiously, "Did you hear what I just said?"
There was still silence for a while.
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(ps, dear friends, isn’t my writing good-looking? My writing style in May is not ambiguous/ambiguous. Compared with other CEO writings, there are less passionate/emotional scenes, because I feel that if I want to write more of these
If that’s the case, it’s better to read erotic articles quickly, there are a lot of them on Baidu. Well, anyway, this is my style! Beautiful writing style, delicate emotions, touching love, unforgettable...)