Someone in the venue felt that Song Xiang looked familiar and had already started to check her. One search revealed her relationship with Yan Han. However, this Mr. Ke was from a high background and had not done any preliminary work at all.
Many people around were watching, their eyes switching wildly from upstairs to downstairs, waiting for a good show.
Rong Boye was beside Song Xiang, intending to let her handle it by herself without speaking.
"Feel sorry."
Song Xiang let go of Rong Boye's hand, held her handbag, and nodded, "My boyfriend is here. I promise that I will only dance with him tonight."
"Boyfriend?" Mayor Ke was also a little surprised and glanced at Rong Boye, "Director Rong has even appointed a son-in-law."
Rong Boye was noncommittal, "Young man, it's better to be free."
Mr. Ke still didn't give up and looked at Song Xiang, "Isn't Miss Rong trying to prevaricate me?"
Song Xiang smiled, turned around, passed by everyone in a natural manner, walked a long way, and went up to the second floor with her skirt in hand.
Yan Han had been watching it for a long time, waiting for her reaction.
Song Xiang approached him, glanced sideways at him, and lowered his voice, "You are so big?"
Yan Yanhan's eyes showed pride, he came closer and held her hand, "There will be more monsters and monsters in the future, so I will test you first."
Song Xiang smiled and snorted, then walked down next to him.
There was an uproar all around.
It turned out to be Yan Han. Given the relationship between the Yan and Rong families, it was an accident that Yan Han would show up.
Unexpectedly, it turned out to be...marriage?
Upon seeing this, Mayor Ke smiled helplessly and said to Rong Boye: "So it's this person. Director Rong has good eyesight, and this boy in our family really can't compare."
Mr. Ke didn't look very good, but he didn't say anything and kept his demeanor.
on the dance floor
Yan Han led Song Xiang into the room, and the young men and women around him stepped aside knowingly, giving the center to them.
Just as he was about to start, Song Xiang let out a cry.
Yan Han followed her gaze and saw that the laces of the glass shoe had slipped.
Under the spotlight, he half-crouched naturally and stretched out his hand to help Song Xiang tidy up her shoelaces.
Song Xiang subconsciously wanted to stop him, but there were people watching around her, and she was afraid that people would say something distasteful to him.
But Yan Han looked serious and didn't care at all. She immediately gained confidence and stood up straight, waiting for him to straighten his shoelaces.
Yan Han stood up and stretched out his hand to her again.
Song Xiang put her hand on his palm and started following his pace.
She approached step by step, her dancing steps were light, and the light was too bright, making her face heat up, and the stories of the past six months flashed through her mind like a movie.
I still remember that at the Nian family’s banquet, they childishly stepped on each other’s feet.
Thinking about it now, it seems like it was a long time ago.
While distracted, she made a mistake in her dance step and accurately stepped on the man's foot.
He exaggeratedly whispered into her ear, "What happened? Did you do it on purpose?"
Song Xiang gritted his teeth and took advantage of the crowd around him to stop, "Didn't I just step on you?"
"These are my new leather shoes."
Song Xiang pouted and stretched out his foot, "I'm new too, do you want you to step back on me?"
Yan Han raised his eyebrows, looked down at her glass slipper, and actually stepped on it.
It's not very powerful, but the uppers will get dirty.
Song Xiang was angry and raised his hand to give him, "Pay for my shoes!"
"Didn't you ask me to step on it?"
"Dog thief!"
…
The two of them were quarreling as if no one else was around. They passed by pairs of people, and when they heard them talking, they couldn't help but look sideways.
The next second, the two people suddenly looked at each other and laughed at the same time.
Song Xiang laughed so hard that her shoulders shook. She hugged Yan Han and spoke on his shoulder: "No matter what, you have to pay me for a new one."
"You're worthless, as long as I give you a pair of shoes?"
Song Xiang thought for a while, "Then I don't want any shoes."