Seeing that she was serious, Chen Xiao stopped mentioning Fu Yan.

Anyway, he is not a good man, he is not a bad peach blossom, so it’s better not to mention it.

But Fu Yan's attitude of chasing Chen Chu is getting bigger and bigger. The simulated flowers are different every day, and the circle of friends is also one by one. The circle is full of controversy, but Chen Chu, the person involved, is very calm.

At the Thursday dinner, Chen Chuyi wore a sexy and chic black dress, which attracted a lot of attention as soon as he entered the venue.

Chen Xiao came over to join in the fun. When she saw Fu Yan coming over, she gently pulled Chen Chu: "Xiao Wu, look at your direction at nine o'clock."

Chen Chu turned his head and looked over. When she saw Fu Yan, her brows moved slightly.

"Miss Chen."

In just two seconds, Fu Yan came to her.

Fu Yan wore a red suit today, making his face look more and more seductive.

Chen Chu smiled faintly: "Mr. Fu."

“Don’t the flowers I gave look good?”

Fu Yan took a sip of red wine and glanced at her with peach blossom eyes.

"nice."

"Why didn't Miss Chen meet in one appointment?"

Has he made an appointment with her?

Chen Chu thought of the bouquet that he had never been to his hand before, and suddenly thought of something. He raised his eyebrows slightly, but his face did not change much: "Sorry, Mr. Fu, I'm quite busy recently."

Fu Yan didn't expose her: "Then I'm going to invite you to dance now, right?"

After saying that, he raised his hand and made the invitation without waiting for Chen Chu to answer.

Chen Xiao had already let go and watched the fun. Fu Yan threatened to chase Chen Chu and everyone in Lincheng knew about it.

At this moment, Fu Yan invited Chen Chu to dance. Although many people were still talking, their focus fell on the two of them.

"I can't dance, Mr. Fu."

She can dance, but she doesn't want to dance with Fu Yan.

"It's okay, you can step on me."

“…”

After the words finished, Fu Yan had already reached out and held her into the dance floor.

Zhou Zile, who was watching the fun on the side, couldn't help but sneer: "This Fu Yan is really shameless!"

After saying that, Zhou Zile withdrew his gaze and looked at Bo Wunian beside him. Seeing him looking at the dance floor, he deliberately asked, "Do you want to dance too?"

Bo Wunian didn't say anything, but his face was a little cold.

The rhythms between Chen Chu and Fu Yan in the dance floor became more and more harmonious. Gradually, the originally gentle music suddenly became cheerful, and the Chen Chu, who said he could not dance, was flying in the hem of the skirt inside the dance floor.

Everyone else in the dance floor subconsciously gave out the middle position, and Chen Chu and Fu Yan became the focus of the audience as they danced.

When Zhou Zile saw that he didn't speak, he was too lazy to make fun of himself.

The dance floor was getting more and more exciting. He didn't expect that Chen Chu not only could play drums, but also danced very well.

Although Fu Yan is a careless man and doesn't look reliable, he has joined the national dance team. However, he was injured later and Fu Yan withdrew.

Now Fu Yan in the dance floor is wearing Chen Chu, his rhythm is faster and faster, and his dance posture is better and better. The long skirt is constantly raised, and the onlookers can't help but shake it gently.

"Has Chen Chu practiced? She can keep up with Fu Yan's rhythm!"

Bo Wunian snorted coldly: "Uncle."

Didn't you say you can't dance?

Lie Sperm!

Zhou Zile tickled: "Isn't this a wonderful dance? Where is it ugly?"

During the song, the people on the dance floor also stopped moving, and applause rang out around them. Zhou Zile clapped and smiled, "A Nian, are you jealous?"

Bo Wunian glanced at Zhou Zile: "I don't have this hobby!"

After saying that, he turned around and left the conference hall.

Zhou Zile raised his eyebrows: "Tsk tsk tsk, this sour taste is really strong!"
Chapter completed!