The dinner had begun. The two birthday stars finished speaking on the stage surrounded by flowers in the banquet hall, and the famous violinists began to play melodious dance music on the spot.
The dinner entered the dance session.
This means that young people who like to dance can freely choose their dance partners and dance a song in this huge banquet hall to congratulate the elderly.
"Mr. Jing, can I invite you to dance with you?"
Jingting's family of four were chatting, but a beautiful girl mustered up the courage to come over for a long time. As soon as she opened her mouth, she sent Jingting to lightning.
Li Mi smiled and was not stingy at all.
Jingting's voice was low and he refused politely, "Sorry, I don't like dancing."
"You don't need to like it. Successful people like you will definitely jump. Just don't refuse me." The girl's excited voice trembled slightly, "You are the national male god, the target of countless girls. I can see you today
I'm really excited to come to you!"
Jingting looked at her, so noble that it was beyond reach. "Miss, I have already made it clear just now."
"Is it because your wife is by your side?" The girl quickly looked at Li Mi and begged, "Mrs. Jing, can you..."
"It has nothing to do with me." Li Mi's lips raised lightly, and there was a sense of indifference in her eyes. "He refused, it was his subjective consciousness that wanted to refuse."
The girl suddenly said speechless and looked pitiful.
When he looked at Jingting again, his eyes and aura were no longer so soft. The girl was so scared that she didn't dare to entangle anymore, and turned around and left timidly.
At this time, after drinking a few glasses of wine, he walked towards Mo Fan with a warm heart.
"Young Master Mo, can you dance together?" Mu Xin raised his lips and stood in front of him.
Mo Fan didn't expect that she actually wanted to have an appointment to dance?
Before he could refuse, Mu Xin spoke again, "You won't refuse in an occasion like today, right? This will make you, the host, look stingy."
Mo Fan saw Jiamei coming out of the bathroom and walking towards her.
His lips raised slightly and he stretched out his hand.
Mu Xin thought he agreed, so he quickly stretched out his hand and smiled deeper on his lips, intending to take the opportunity to fall into his arms in a while.
Mo Fan took a step forward, and his fingers with clear joints gently slid across Mu Xin's jade hand. Mu Xin's chest shrank, and his eyes suddenly turned—
Mo Fan took Han Jiamei's hand and put the other hand around her waist.
"Dear, let's dance." Mo Fan whispered in her ear, his voice as gentle as the wind.
Jiamei couldn't help but smile on her face and whispered, "I can't dance ballroom dance, I can only dance street dance."
"I'll teach you."
Mu Xin, who was left aside, was very sad. Countless reporters began to take photos. She instinctively took a few steps back and handed over the home court to the young couple.
Mo Fan did not give her face, even in such an occasion, even in front of the media.
Mu Xin was really heartbroken.
Walking out of the banquet hall, the cool evening breeze stimulated every cell in her body, and her heart was completely dead.
"Let's go, Xinxin."
My father's familiar voice drifted into his ears, and Mu Zhenhua hugged her shoulders and took her towards his car.
When she opened the car door, Mu Xin came to her senses. She stopped and turned her eyes, looking reluctantly at the brightly lit banquet hall.
The scenes of getting along with Mo Fan when he was in school came to my mind one by one.
"Mu Xin, recognize the reality, you lost."
"..." The girl's nose felt sore, "I won't lose. I love Mo Fan, I want him!"