To The Lovely You

   "Idiot, what are you looking at!" Luo Yichen looked at Su Rourou, whose eyes were erratic, with dissatisfaction, and pinched the hand on her waist slightly.

"Slightly... it hurts." Su Rou Rou cried out in pain, and then she withdrew her gaze from Xie Xiaoqiu and Li Tianwei, raised her head and smiled at Luo Yichen, "Look at them two, do you... want to The rhythm of being together?"

  Luo Yichen hummed vaguely, and slammed around her waist and rotated 360 degrees.

   The sudden action caught Su Rourou by surprise and almost fell.

  Luo Yichen curled the corners of his lips, stabilized her center of gravity at the right time, and continued to hold her in his arms and slowly spin on the dance floor: "When you are with me, you are so inattentive..."

   That one just now was just a small, small punishment for her. Go back at night, he will continue to implement more severe punishment!

Hearing the muffled voice coming from Luo Yichen's chest, Su Rou Rou hurriedly hugged his waist tightly, and leaned her face gently against his chest: "How can there be... I see it clearly in my eyes It's all about you, and it's all about you!"

  An Yirou was separated by a group of men and women who hugged each other tightly and swayed gently, and the eyes of hatred spurted flames one after another, wishing to instantly burn Su Rou and Luo Yichen to ashes.

   Especially when she saw Su Rourou shyly leaning her head against Luo Yichen's arms, she was in a bad mood! Because, she looked at the old man dancing with her arms around her, who was only as tall as her chest...

  If she wanted to perform the scene of burying her head in her dance partner's chest, I'm afraid she would have to squat down and squat down again, or another way... let the old man bury his wrinkled face in her chest.

  Thinking of this, the hatred in her eyes deepened: Why! She is about to be rude to an ugly old man who is over half a hundred years old, and Su Rou Rou can be cared for by a handsome and rich man like Luo Yichen?

   She silently deduced a thousand ways to repay the softness in her mind, and she was so happy that she almost laughed out loud. She was probably happy and sad, so she accidentally stepped on the old man's foot, and was immediately slapped on the face.

   "I spend money to support you to be happy, not to get angry!"

The sound of    "pop" was particularly clear in the melodious and low music, which attracted many people's attention.

  An Yirou covered her aching face, gritted her teeth with hatred in her heart, but on the surface she had to put on a pleasing smile: "My dear, I'm sorry, it was someone who was careless just now..."

   At this moment, a fair and thin young man walked in quickly from the entrance of the banquet hall. A pair of fire-breathing eyes stared at the hugging men and women, as if looking for someone.

  Finally, his eyes lit up when they were fixed on An Yirou, but soon darkened.

   Just half an hour ago, he received an anonymous text message: [An Yirou is in the banquet hall with an old man, won't you come and see? 】

   He walked quickly in the direction of An Yirou with two hemp legs. Everyone on the dance floor noticed his intrusion one after another, stopped and turned to look at him.

   And An Yirou's eyes widened as well, a rare panicked expression appeared on her face, and her lips trembled slightly.