"Azheng." Song Feixue stretched out her hand towards Nie Zheng, "Dance with me. We haven't danced together for a long time."
Song Feixue smiled with a look of fascination.
"Before, in Jingcheng, I didn't have to worry so much, but now, my status has become a problem."
"Um."
Nie Zheng nodded, held her hand, and pulled her up. "Okay, let's dance a song."
To the soothing music, Nie Zheng held Song Feixue's hand and put his hand on her lower back, polite and gentlemanly.
However, his head was a little dizzy.
Nie Zheng shook his head and smiled self-deprecatingly. Sure enough, people can't drink when they are sad, as they can easily get drunk.
"A Zheng?"
Song Feixue raised her head and looked at him, "What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
"It's okay." Nie Zheng shook his head, "It's a little over the top, it's nothing serious."
Song Feixue smiled lightly, "That's good."
As the steps under her feet swayed, Song Feixue leaned gently into Nie Zheng's arms. Nie Zheng frowned and wanted to pull her away. This distance... passed.
"Azheng."
Song Feixue seemed to have expected it and stretched out her arms to wrap around his waist.
"For a while, just for a while, nothing will happen to me."
Song Feixue smiled self-deprecatingly. "I know you won't do anything to regret your wife. But today is your birthday, and I don't want to see you so lonely... Happy birthday, Zheng."
She raised her head and said, "Zheng, your birth is not something that no one is happy about. At least, I am happy."
Nie Zheng was slightly startled, dazed for a moment.
Yes, since he was born, he has been unpopular since he was a child! Nie Hongxin didn't want to see him, and Ye Wanrong only thought about how to win back her husband's heart all day long...
Birthday, for Nie Zheng, seems to be a irony.
Song Feixue lowered her head and kissed him gently on the chest of his white shirt: "Zheng, happy birthday. Thank you for coming to this world twenty-nine years ago."
Nie Zheng's eyes were a little moist and his throat was a little sticky.
"Well, thank you."
Outside the door, Feng Xiaoxiao hurried over, only to see two waiters crowded at the door of the private room, whispering in low voices.
"What should I do? Do you want to go in?"
"I don't know. Mr. Liao told me that Mr. Nie is going to confess his love today. We should prepare it and go in, right?"
"But, they are hugging each other..."
"Hey, it seems that Mr. Nie doesn't need to do all these tricks. A successful confession will only take a matter of minutes."
"That's not..."
Feng Xiaoxiao was a little confused. She hadn't even gone in yet. Who were they talking about Nie Zheng? Also, was Nie Zheng planning to confess to her tonight?
Her heartbeat was racing, was that what she thought? But, she was late...
wrong!
Feng Xiaoxiao frowned, there was someone inside!
Feng Xiaoxiao looked through the gap in the box door and saw - Song Feixue leaning in Nie Zheng's arms, the two embracing each other!
"..."
Instantly, Feng Xiaoxiao's mind went blank.
It turns out that's the case.
Feng Xiaoxiao's palms became cold, and she turned around subconsciously. The waiter noticed her, "Miss, which box are you in?"
"Uh, no..."
Feng Xiaoxiao shook his head absently.
With shaky steps, she hurried to the elevator entrance and raised her hand to press the elevator button. Haha, look, she is overthinking again!
Whether she comes or not actually has no impact on Nie Zheng at all.
Maybe her arrival will affect him to confess to "Bai Yueguang". So, tonight, Nie Zheng confessed to Song Feixue? Was the confession successful?
It looks like it should be.
Feng Xiaoxiao suddenly held her temples, why did it hurt so much!