At the beginning of the party, all the men and women were looking for their favorite dance partners. Seeing Ling Ang was there, Wang Aoshuang deliberately avoided him, so she hid in a secret corner and drank drinks alone.
The melodious dance music sounded, and everyone happily walked into the dance floor.
"Why are you here alone?" A frivolous male voice came from behind.
Wang Aoshuang turned around and saw that his expression changed. This man actually Shen Jiajia's brother, Shen Jiacheng, who almost turned her aloof last time.
She glanced lightly, her tone was polite but she was slightly stiff, "Hello, Mr. Chen."
"It's better to go and dance together if you sit here alone." After Shen Jiacheng contacted Wang Aoshuang last time, he knew that she was still a very innocent woman, so he was still a little unwilling to give up on her.
Wang Aoshuang despised him in her heart. The last time she did such a shameless thing to her, she still pretended to be nothing. She was indeed a shameless playboy.
However, the other party was the partner, so she was still polite on the surface, "Sorry, I don't want to dance."
"It's a pity that you don't look so beautiful, it's a pity if you don't go out to show your style." Shen Jiacheng chased after him.
Wang Aoshuang's head was slid around, thinking about how to avoid this man.
"Of course she won't dance with you, because she's waiting for me." A majestic and bright voice sounded. The latest suit of tarelli, the gem-black suit and his slender golden figure, form an impeccable combination. He is a crafty carving. The carefully crafted face and beautifully curved smile exuded a fatal gravity like poppy.
Shen Jiacheng, who is also a handsome guy, suddenly felt ashamed and his spirit disappeared.
Shen Jiacheng's eyes trembled slightly. Since he came to the banquet, he had been talking about cooperation with Gao Rui, and did not notice that Ling Ang was also present.
If he had known that Ling Ang had also come, he would not have come to provoke this woman
Ling Ang walked straight towards Wang Aoshuang, stretched out his hand gentlemanly, and was polite, "Let's dance together."
Although she knew that dancing with Ling Ang would definitely cause a lot of trouble, she knew that he had taken action himself, so she had no chance to retreat, so she could only put her hand in his palm.
This was the first time that the two of them had their hands tightly. The moment they touched each other, Wang Aoshuang felt a silent tenderness coming from the palm of her hand. This feeling was like a warm breeze blowing into her heart, gentle and warm.
Ling Ang led her into the dance floor. As soon as the two of them appeared, they attracted a burst of powerful gaze, and all kinds of envy, jealousy and hatred were shot like a knife.
Tonight, Wang Aoshuang was wearing a small waist-length dress, and the elegant crescent color rendered from top to bottom, like moonlight pouring over the earth.
It sets her off like a fairy under the moon.
The colors of the two serving each other are like a bright moon embedded in the vast night sky, extremely coordinated, swaying in the dance floor, envious of others.
However, Wang Aoshuang had a slight sad look on her face, which contrasted with Ling Ang's delicate and gentle expression.
"What's wrong with you?" Ling Ang leaned closer to her ear and asked softly.
"I'm afraid I'll make countless enemies after tonight."
"Don't be afraid, I will protect you." Although Ling Ang's voice was a little low, it was hidden with a strong sense of determination.
Wang Aoshuang listened to his confessional words, and felt embarrassed on her face, so she could only turn her eyes on his shoulders and not look at his gaze.