Lowering her eyes, a bunch of messy hair fell on Luo Yan's cheek, covering her gloomy gaze. Looking up again, Luo Yan's eyes were firm and stubborn, "What does Mr. Rong need me to do?"
Rong Junlie showed a hint of surprise. Under the light, he looked at the woman in front of him. She had a beautiful face and a pair of big watery eyes that always seemed to be filled with a hint of affection that wanted to refuse but welcome. He actually felt like he had known her before.
However, it is impossible to think about it. This kind of woman just comes to cling to him at all costs for the sake of profit.
Even this innocent expression is probably just fake!
In Luo Yan Qiai's eyes, Rong Junlie suddenly stretched out his hand to hold her waist and pressed her arms. Luo Yan was caught off guard and fell into his hard chest. A burst of his unique breath enveloped her, and her heart
It seems like they all missed a beat.
"Rong...Mr. Rong..."
She was forced to lean into his arms, but the dance steps under her feet still had to follow her, but at least she was covered by her long hair, and her nervousness that was burning to the roots of her ears was not easily exposed to his sight.
"Do you think you have the capital to negotiate terms with me?" Rong Junlie leaned over and whispered cool words in her ear.
Luo Yan's body stiffened slightly, and she smiled lightly as he danced back and forth, "If Mr. Rong didn't think I had the capital, he wouldn't have accepted my invitation to dance this dance today!"
She raised her head, her starry eyes sparkled, and she smiled sweetly.
With such a confident face, Rong Junlie narrowed his eyes, locked his eyes tightly on her face, and suddenly raised the corners of his lips, "You know men very well!"
Understanding men? Is this a compliment to her, or is it a mockery of her for using this method?
Luo Yan raised her eyebrows and smiled bitterly in her heart, but she still kept her smile and replied softly, "Thank you, Mr. Rong, for the compliment!"
"It's just that I don't know what I have to do to make Mr. Rong give Zhiyuan a chance!"
Luo Yan's body softened, and she just relaxed and leaned against his chest. For a moment, she had the thought that if the man in front of her still wanted to make unspoken rules for her like he did five years ago, she might also obey him.
I mean, anyway, there is only one man like him in this life.
However, her catering made Rong Junlie's eyes flash with a hint of coldness, and this coldness quietly pierced Luo Yan's heart.
She seemed to understand something, and suddenly felt ashamed of the bold and crazy idea she had just had.
The palms of their hands had already become sticky, and it was no longer possible to tell who was sweating. Luo Yan lowered her eyes and whispered, "Presumably Mr. Rong already has the answer in his heart. If I can help Mr. Rong...
I can definitely do whatever I want, as long as Mr. Rong doesn’t make it difficult for Zhiyuan! Give him a fair chance!"
"Of course you can do it!" Rong Junlie's eyes suddenly darkened, and his strong arms immediately picked up Luo Yan from the dance floor.
Luo Yan panicked and asked quickly, "Mr. Rong, what are you going to do?"
Rong Junlie didn't answer, and left the dance hall directly with her in his arms. The lingering and melancholy music on the dance floor left, and the remaining sudden sighs fell in Luo Yan's ears, and she couldn't help but blush.
Face.
Passing through the quiet corridor of the hotel, Rong Junlie carried Luo Yan directly to his room.
He only turned on an orange wall lamp. When Luo Yan was placed on the white and soft bed by him, her long hair spread out like seaweed and hung on both sides of her shoulders, innocent and frightened.
The eyes, the small and delicate face, and the exquisite figure, under the ambiguous light at this time, actually have a bit more charming charm.