612. Chapter 612 An An, let's go draw a turtle on the luxury car 53
So when they saw Yang Mufan and his fiancée walking onto the dance floor, everyone was very interested and did not join in. Instead, they gathered around the edge of the dance floor, wanting to catch a glimpse of this powerful man in the business.
Mu Wanqing's head was buzzing, and she couldn't believe that Yang Mufan could actually dance with another woman.
Seeing Yang Mufan reaching out towards Wen Xiaorou, Mu Wanqing suddenly turned her back to them the moment the music started playing.
She didn't want to see him dancing with other women, and she didn't want to see Wen Xiaorou's face filled with a happy smile that made people jealous.
Mu Wanqing ran towards the gate in an anxious and embarrassed manner, fleeing as if running for her life.
Tang Moyu saw her abnormal behavior and instinctively wanted to follow her, but she scolded him: "Tang Moyu, don't follow her, please leave me alone."
After speaking, Mu Wanqing ran out of the hall without looking back.
However, Yang Mufan, who was holding Wen Xiaorou in his arms and spinning to the music on the dance floor, saw Mu Wanqing's petite figure escaping in embarrassment through the gap in the crowded crowd standing at the edge of the pool. A hint of gray suddenly flashed through his dark eyes.
The night is illuminated by neon lights, making it more prosperous and brighter.
Mu Wanqing sat expressionlessly on the edge of the fountain pool, looking up blankly at the boundless night sky.
A silver moon hung alone in the sky.
Without the company of stars, it seems so lonely and lonely.
On a summer night, when the high temperature subsides, it should be very comfortable and cool, but... Mu Wanqing feels a bone-crushing cold for no reason.
The night wind blew into her body, and the tiny water droplets splashed by the fountain dripped on her naked skin exposed to the air, making her shiver faintly.
At this moment, all she could think about was the graduation dinner held by Yang Mufan when she graduated from high school.
He clearly promised her personally that he would never dance with another woman again in this life.
She foolishly believed it and believed it deeply.
But……
Mu Wanqing closed her eyes slightly, and in a daze, she seemed to go back to that night, when he held her in his arms and whirled around on the dance floor.
She has never felt that the world is so beautiful, life is so wonderful, and even the air she breathes is filled with intoxicating fragrance.
The warmth in his palms, the faint intoxicating breath exuding from his body, the deep look in his eyes as he slightly lowered his eyes to look at her... everything is still vivid in his mind, as clear as yesterday.
However, from beginning to end, she was just clinging to the past foolishly, trapped in his lies, and heartbroken.
Mu Wanqing slowly curled herself up, like an injured shrimp, hugging herself tightly.
She buried her head deeply between her knees.
Force yourself to hold back your tears, and then tell yourself over and over again in your heart: Mu Wanqing, forget about Yang Mufan, Mu Wanqing, completely forget about Yang Mufan, Mu Wanqing, Yang Mufan never belongs to you,
never loved you...
However, the more she forced herself, the harder she pushed herself, the more she tried to make herself forget, the more she admired Fan, the more deeply and firmly she imprinted on her heart.
When she was furious and scratching her arm with her nails, a cautious and extremely cowardly voice suddenly sounded in her ears: "Auntie, are you... buying roses?!"
