The saxophone dance music was playing beautifully, the stage on the first floor was still full of flowers, and the dancers were already singing in a charming manner.
However, most of the dignitaries in the venue had a dull look on their faces.
They drank the whiskey on the table and left angrily. .
Today is Zhao Yiran's birthday, but she left early.
The Paramount Hall, which was filled with a romantic atmosphere just now, returned to its original singing and dancing mode before half a cup of tea.
Hua, who originally wanted to go on stage to try out her voice, heard that the dancers on the stage were working hard and showed no intention of ending, so she gave up the idea and prepared to go back.
Unexpectedly, a deep and magnetic voice sounded from above her head. : "Can I invite Xiao Bai?
No, it's Mrs.
Jian."
Hua Ting raised her head, and Chen Shu was standing in front of her on the right side, and stretched out a hand to invite Mrs.
Jian to dance, "Can you please dance with Mrs.
Jian?"
The smile on his face was unclear, and the warmth in his eyes was Warmth is also obscure.
Hua Ting only glanced sideways, with a faint smile on her lips, and a pool of autumn water seemed to be stirred in her slightly narrowed eyes: "You also said that I was Mrs.
Jian, and you invited me to dance, I'm afraid there is something wrong. " "Just dancing," the smile on Chen Shu's face showed a bit of rare aggression.
He bent slightly, with his left hand behind his waist and his right hand stretched in the air, palm facing up, in a professional dance invitation posture. , "If Mrs.
Jian doesn't mind."
His eyes maintained a polite but distant gentleman's attitude every minute.
Hua Ting tapped her fingers lightly on the table and raised her eyebrows: "What if I say you mind?"
Chen Shu said nothing, but kept standing in the same posture.
"Although I mind," Hua Ting said with a smile on her face, brushing her bangs from her forehead and standing up, "I'm also very curious and want to see if your current dance steps are professional enough."
She gently placed her hand on him. in the palm of your hand.
Chen Shu's palm trembled, just like every time he held her hand, his heart was throbbing consciously, but he couldn't help it.
Huating's arms slid out in a proud arc in the air and rested on his body.
The expression is generous but not embarrassing.
Chen Shu hugged her waist and held her fingers with one hand, but when he touched the hard object between her ring fingers, he lowered his eyes.
The flamboyant smile in the corners of Hua Ting's eyes was as dazzling and piercing as the ring on her ring finger, and was cruelly reflected in the depths of these amber eyes.
Even though he had a pool of tender words, there was nowhere to pour them out.
"You're a good dancer, Gang Leader Chen.
You often go to these romantic places."
Hua Ting's words were thorny, but she didn't even have the slightest hint of jealousy.
When Chen Shu saw her appearance, he lowered his head slightly and looked into her eyes.
Following her example, he narrowed his eyes and smiled: "It's quite a lot."
"Oh," Hua Ting lowered her eyes to cover her expression for a moment, leaving only a secret smile at the corner of her mouth, "You are indeed different from before."
He bit his lower lip, and slowly and gently moved his hand on her waist in a circle.
The tickling sensation penetrated from her lower back to her bones, making her feel numb and tingling.
Hua Ting followed his movements and tilted her head.
When she raised her head again, she couldn't hide the playful smile on her lips, "Where did you learn this trick?"
Chen Shu pursed his lips.
He said in a faint tone: "It's just a random action."
Hua Ting raised her eyelids and glanced sideways at him.
She was about to say something, but her smile froze on her lips.
Her eyes brushed past his ears and settled on a Japanese sitting in the seat behind him.
"It is said that you have recently It seems to be true that he has bribed many high-ranking government officials.”
Chen Shu followed her gaze and glanced back, then responded in a low voice: "Yes."
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Matsumoto Eguchi, the head of Japan's Special Higher Education Course, is also Jian Yi's next target.
"Others say you are smarter than Cai Bingrong."
Hua Ting leaned forward to follow the dance music and gently leaned her head against Chen Shu's ear.
Her breath was like a whisper between lovers, but her words had nothing to do with romance.
"In my opinion, you are more than smarter than him."
"Stop talking, Hua Ting," Chen Shu lowered his head, and the confidence and arrogance he had when he was socializing with the Japanese disappeared.
"I know what you want to say."
"It's good to know."
Hua Ting put her hand on his shoulder.
He stepped back on his toes and danced back to the original distance.
"You danced well, I learned a lesson."
He pulled his hand back without leaving any trace.
Chen Shu's palms were empty, and there was a sense of loss in his brows.
"I'm leaving, so I won't disturb your entertainment."
After hearing this, Hua returned to her original seat, took the cashmere jacket hanging on the back of the chair, and raised her hand to him as a goodbye gesture.
The dance music had just ended, and the crowd dispersed.
Hua Ting's footsteps passed by him without any hesitation, the corners of her skirt flew, and the silk skirt fluttered gorgeously from his dark trousers, wantonly and flamboyantly.
When he looked back, he had returned to his original state, raising his glass and drinking with others.
His expression seemed more indifferent than before, and there was a vague official smile at the corner of his mouth.
Hua Ting withdrew her gaze and quietly stepped into the dark night.
Everyone seems to be living on the edge of a knife.
No one can predict whether they will live or die, be poor or rich in the next second.
She understands these truths, but she just can't forgive Chen Shu.
It was already past 11 o'clock at night when she got home, but the hall was full of bright lights.
Hua Ting subconsciously covered her mouth and yawned, and found Jian Yi sitting on the log chair in the living room with an energetic look on her face.
She couldn't help but be curious.
Asked: "If you don't want to sleep, then I'll go to sleep first."
"Sister Hua, I'm going to be unhappy."
Jian Yi stood up, with a little displeasure in her eyes.
"how" "Did you have fun dancing?"
He took out two wine glasses from the wine cabinet on the side, opened a bottle of red wine, filled the glasses, and handed one of them to her.
"Ha, how do you know?"
Hua Ting took the wine glass, but had no intention of drinking.
"Extreme eye contact."
Jian Yi came up behind her and put his elbow on her back to push her forward gently.
"Thankfully, I made three dishes and one soup for you to come back for dinner.
No matter how you say it, it's interesting."
Take a moment" Hua Ting glanced at the dining table.
Sure enough, there were three dishes and one soup, including her favorite stir-fried yam, and the famous sweet and sour pork ribs from Wuxi, Jiangsu.
She only mentioned it accidentally last time, but he remembered it without thinking.
Lived "I've just warmed up."
Jian Yi pressed her shoulder down hard.
Hua Ting took advantage of the situation and sat down.
"I happen to be hungry too," she rolled up her sleeves slowly, took the chopsticks from Jian Yi, and gave him a teasing look, "Why have you become the invincible little chef at home?"
Jian Yi pulled up a chair from the side and sat down.
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"It's not because you like to eat."
He also gave her a bowl of soup.
"By the way, shouldn't you be at Paramount at this time?"
The sauce of the sweet and sour pork ribs dripped beyond the line of her lips.
"Why should I go there?"
Jian Yi stretched out his hand and wiped it gently for her with his index finger.
"Where is Matsumoto Eguchi?"
Hua Ting tilted her head uncomfortably.
The state of two people getting along can be either calm or intimate, and the most awkward situation is between the two.
Especially for Jian Yi, this kind of embarrassment is mixed with a little ambiguity.
If it is not avoided in advance, something will happen sooner or later.
"Aren't you very passionate about dancing?
Why would you care about Matsumoto Eguchi?"
Hua Ting rolled her eyes, feeling like she was digging a hole for herself.
"When are you going to do it?"
She put the last piece of ribs into her mouth.
"Just after dinner."
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