But before he finished speaking, he was already taken away.
The music is so intoxicating that all the bad emotions originally disappeared.
On the contrary, in the end, it was like saying goodbye.
Fu Yanye hugged her and occasionally lowered his head: "Did we often dance before?"
"How can it be?"
Zhuo Jian whispered.
Fu Yanye still looked at her, with a lot of impatience and reluctance in his eyes: "Then we dance more often in the future?"
Zhuo Jian raised her eyes to look at him. In the dim light, his eyes always looked a little hot. Zhuo Jian looked away and said, "Yeah."
As soon as the music changed, he pushed her out, but she was supposed to go back.
But suddenly he was grabbed by another person and fell into that person's arms.
Liu Yuntian.
Zhuo Jian looked at him in shock, and he smiled: "Good evening, sister."
Zhuo Jian: "..."
"I'm not here to cause trouble, I'm here to apologize. I'm sorry that I almost broke up your husband and wife."
Liu Yuntian said.
Zhuo Jian just subconsciously turned to look at Fu Yanye, and at this moment, in front of Fu Yanye was Liang Yu.
What she wears is like a proud peony.
Zhuo Jian was distracted for a moment. Liu Yuntian looked at her eyes and sighed unconsciously: "But I will still wait for you."
Zhuo Jian was a little confused after hearing this, thinking that he might be hallucinating.
Liang Yu was proud, but she thought she was humble at this time and asked him: "You really don't want me to dance?"
"Sorry, I can't."
Fu Yanye said and went to find Zhuo Jian. When he found that she was being taken by Liu Yuntian, he immediately went forward and pulled her away.
Zhuo Jian felt that she was a bit like a balloon tonight, flying here and there.
Liu Yuntian watched Zhuo Jian being taken away without getting angry. On the contrary, he felt relaxed.
Liang Yu, on the other hand, suddenly stopped when she saw Fu Yanye pulling Zhuo Jian away.
There are too many people around.
But he suddenly let go of her black hair.
She didn't know whether it was the green silk hair that was teasing her, or the fact that he suddenly held Zhuo Jian's face and lowered his head to seal her lips was hurtful. In short, Liang Yu felt as if she had fallen into darkness.
The person involved was also heart-beating.
Zhuo Jian was almost confused and didn't understand why he kissed her suddenly.
She put her hand on his wrist reflexively, obviously wanting to stop him, but in the end she just welcomed his kiss.
Suddenly there were cheers and applause all around.
Zhuo Jian didn't know why. He couldn't tell the difference between east, west and north after being kissed.
Fu Yanye pressed her forehead and said in a hoarse voice: "Zhuo Jian, do you like me?"
Zhuo Jian's heart took advantage of it, and her lips moved slightly when he kissed her.
"Snapped."
Suddenly, the lights came on.
The music stops.
Zhuo Jian looked at him, thinking she would be relaxed, but suddenly she smiled and said, "I like it."
That voice of like was very straightforward.
Until almost twelve o'clock, some people were happy and some were sad, some were sober and left proudly, and some were drunk and couldn't leave.
Zhuo Jian took Fu Yanye to their dedicated room on the top floor.
She didn't have much strength, but he wouldn't let anyone help her.
"I seem to be drunk."
When Zhuo Jian opened the door, she heard his dissatisfied murmur.
Zhuo Jian glanced at him, opened the door, took him in, went straight upstairs, and let go of him when he threw the bag aside.
He lay down on the bed consciously, as if he was really drunk.
Zhuo Jian crawled over and whispered in his ear: "Fu Yanye?"
