Chapter 618: "Can you please dance? Mrs. Mo."

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There were witty smiles on the man's beautiful and lips. "A long time, we seem to have seen it a few days ago ..." His eyes narrowed and seemed to carry a deep smile, "But see Miss Muse today , Much more beautiful than last time, and dance is beautiful. "
As soon as Muse's eyes brightened and her red lips burst into a smile, she seemed a little surprised, but she was very contented. She opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but Mo Shichen had bowed her head with a humble smile and said, "Have fun, I have something , Unaccompanied for the time being. "
Muse looked at his light smile like a mask, the blooming smile on his face, just stiffened there, and then slowly fell down.
Mo Shichen saw her expression, her eyes darkened, but she regained her sight, raised her foot and rubbed her shoulder, and walked past her, neatly showing no hesitation.
Wen Zhengzheng ate small pieces of cakes handed over by Wen Hanzheng, and suddenly he felt something, looked up, and saw the man who came over wearing a shirt and black long trousers. The shape is straight and slender, with an innate noble temperament.
She froze for a moment, and for a moment didn't even make any response, sitting in the distance, maintaining the original sitting posture or even the look, pursing her lips as he approached him.
Suddenly there was a heat near her, and Wen Hanyu moved closer, and she reached out and dialed the corner of her lips, and said, "No, so many people look at you, you have a mouthful of cake crumbs, I really do it for you Feeling embarrassed. "
Wen Yan, "..."
Mo Shichen's pupils narrowed, looking at the man who approached Wen Yan and approached her with intimacy, and his eyes crossed the slender coolness.
Does he wipe Wen Wen's mouth?
But the woman's lips were white and clean.
A shadow shrouded, and Mo Shichen's two long legs had stood in front of her.
Wen Ye still had a glass of red wine in his hand. When he saw that he was looking down at himself, he put the wine glass aside, raised his face and looked at Sang his eyes. An elegant and gentle smile appeared on his face. Problems?"
A hand reached in front of her, palms facing up, the man's voice was low, but magnetic, listening to a pleasant enjoyment, "Can you please dance? Mrs. Mo."
There was a low uproar around.
Wen Hanzhang did not know when he sat back to his position, leaning halfway on the armrests, keeping the well-dressed man silently looking away, just like everyone else, backing to the position of the background board, but his eyes were cool , It seems like a thin smile to Qing Qing.
Wen Zheng looked at his hand first.
This man's hands can match his face, slender and pale in color, but the bones are well-balanced and with a sense of strength, even if he once lived in the fishing village of Jiangcheng, his hands still retain the look of a noble son.
Looking up, she looked at his face, and finally her eyes.
The feeling at this moment really makes people feel a sense of vanity.
He invited her in front of so many people, especially the voice was not high or low, but his voice was clear-Mrs Mo.
It is enough to sweep all the rumors that they are strange, disagreeable, and noisy. As long as she responds to this invitation and puts her hands up, it will be self-evident that the rumors will go in the future.
In particular, his attitude towards Muse just now is enough for gentlemen and polite alienation.
He lowered his eyes, calm and focused, as if he could only see her at this moment.
Unfortunately, such a battle can no longer seduce her now.
It's a pity ... when she could be seduced by such eyes and gestures, even if it was a vanity heart, she could not taste it.
Just like at this moment she actually wanted to stand up and dance with him. She thought that she had hired a famous teacher and had been tortured to practice her dance skills. She had never had a good chance to show it. It was a pity to think about it.
There was no change in the gentleness and smile on Wen Ye ’s face. Her voice was soft, but it was slightly cooler.
I ’m really not good at dancing, especially Ms. Muse Zhu Yu was in front of me, so I wo n’t be ugly ...
She glanced over him and landed on Muse who was watching them not far away, with a slight smile, "I think Miss Muse would like to dance with the eldest son. She dances very well. I am afraid no one can be here. And, the eldest son still invite her ... "Then, she smiled lowly," Let me come, dance down, maybe even your feet will be stepped on by me, I do n’t know how much People secretly say that it is not mine. I cannot afford this blame. "
During the whole conversation, she didn't even get up, and still had the dark green shawl on her shoulders.
She was enough to give him face, and she couldn't jump, and took the responsibility to herself.
But rejection means rejection.
Besides, he didn't believe that a woman who cut himself into a new posture with a knife-to-knife in order to become the perfect daughter-in-law in the eyes of Lawrence couldn't see the ball.
When he was still in Jiangcheng, he saw that this woman was difficult to engage in.
So although he was a little curious about her and conquered it at that time, if it was not forced by the situation, he would not choose to be close to her, but when the situation approached his eyes, he got closer and got closer, and his interest in her was also Gradually getting thicker.
It was difficult to convince her, not to mention that he had once hurt her.
He looked down at her, his handsome face had not changed, his movements had not been retracted, and his attitude was impatient. Although he did not speak, in the eyes of others, he was still waiting for her response.
The more so, the more eyes gathered, and the more low-pitched voices became louder.
This pattern of posture, the longer the stalemate, the more embarrassing.
Wen Ye certainly understood, so she gradually bit her lip, and even tried to communicate with him with her eyes to let him resolve the situation by herself.
But the man always looked at him frankly, his eyes were dark, with a faint smile, and he didn't mean to step back.
Over time, she inevitably wavered.
If he doesn't take it up late, and she doesn't agree, it's not just his face that is lost, she, who doesn't know how to give face, can't see where he is.
Besides, others don't know her and his situation, it is only her who arranges it.
For a moment, Wen Ye almost got up and stood up.
But before she made this response, Jiao's voice had cleared aloud, "Shi Chen, the wife you married is famous for being capable but low-key, and has never loved to do such showy things ... Don't you disappoint me if I have retired a lot in my neglect of exercise over the past few years, I'd like to ask you to dance, okay? "