Mo Xiran stumbled forward by Zhou Yanchen. When he turned around, he saw Bai Jingcheng standing by the dance floor with a sad expression, staring at them.

Her heart ached, but she didn't have time to say or do anything, so she was stunned by Zhou Yanchen.

How can a man be so charming?

It's simply a disaster for the evil person!

His whole body was moving, every limb, and even every cell.

His expression was so blurry and unreal.

At this time, everyone else on the dance floor stopped.

They can't believe their eyes.

A man can be beautiful...

There is no word to describe.

His hot dance!

Mo Xiran felt that the most shameful moment he had lived for 28 years must be this moment, no doubt about it.

So many pairs of eyes, the kind of eyes that want to swallow them.

She didn't dare to look at it, and stared at the tip of her shoes with her eyelids hanging tightly.

Why?

What did she do wrong again?

Why does he want...

Do you want to treat her like this?

Zhou Yanchen noticed Mo Xiran's subtle movements, and her fingers tightly grabbed the corner of her skirt, and her fingertips turned white.

She was nervous, or, in other words, afraid.

But what he wanted was not her fear.

Seeing her spinning in Shirai Castle's arms, he thought of Bird saying that she would be the een tonight!

That's right!

She is indeed.

At that time, his only idea was to let her know who is kg!

He is full of competitiveness in his heart. Zhou Yanchen has always been the focus, and today is no exception.

So he shook his mind and even lost face in front of Wei Qing.

But when the hot Latin dance music rang, he knew that it was his night.

As soon as his head heated up, he stepped into the dance floor and rolled her up.

You know, Zhou Yanchen, has only a handful of people when his head gets hot in the past 32 years.

It was her honor to be able to take this one.

He pressed against her waist and a low male voice penetrated into her cochlea.

"Follow me."

Mo Xiran bit her lip, but she couldn't do it.

She can't dance, such a lustful dance!

Although she jumped over the steel pipe, that one was a slim compared to this one!

"I don't……"

The ending of the sentence disappeared under his breath.

Before she could finish her words, Zhou Yanchen's big palm suddenly stroked her cheek.

With her arms around her slender waist, she turned around and faced him with the only force she used.

The red skirt opened low and bloomed, she opposed the tip of his nose and breathed.

He stepped forward, and she subconsciously retreated.

His hands were firmly on her waist, and her hands subconsciously supported his waist.

"Look at me." His voice was a little ghostly hoarse.

Obscure with confusion.

Mo Xiran narrowed her eyes as if she was caught in rosemary.

At the last second, she leaned into his arms.

Looking sideways, she condenses his deep phoenix eyes.

It was like a whirlpool that sucked her in and fell step by step.

She blinked her eyes, and her eyes finally returned to the clarity.

"Ah..." Mo Xiran pushed Zhou Yanchen away with exclamation.

Zhou Yanchen curled his thin lips and slowly began to button the shirt.

I haven't been so indulged in a long time.

At this time, the audience burst into thunderous applause and cheers.

Bird came up excitedly, his eyes stopped on Mo Xiran for a moment, and said to Zhou Yanchen with a smile: "I never knew that Mr. Zhou's Latin danced so well. And Miss Mo, it was simply a visual feast!"

"Thank you." After tying the last button, Zhou Yanchen said lightly, glanced at Mo Xiran, turned around and stepped out of the dance floor.

"Miss Mo, can I ask you to dance?"

Bird immediately sent an invitation to Moxiran.

Mo Xiran bit his lip and retracted his gaze from the tall back, and smiled apologetically: "Sorry, Mr. Bird, I've already jumped four of them and I'm a little tired."

Bird's eyes flashed and he kept a smile: "Okay, then, please have a good rest for Miss Mo."

"Sorry, thank you." Nodded to Bird, Mo Xiran took the hem of the skirt and left.

Bird condensed her and smiled sinisterly.

Outside the dance floor, Wei Qing was holding Zhou Yanchen's suit jacket and tie, waiting for him.

Zhou Yanchen walked over, took his coat and put it on.

Wei Qing pinched her tie, smiled slightly, and stood on tiptoe.

Zhou Yanchen lowered his head and let her tie him.

"Yan Chen, you danced so well just now, and everyone is fascinated by you."

She kept silent about Mo Xiran.

He didn't ask why he danced with Mo Xiran.

Either you are deeply thinking or you don't care.

Compared with the first type, Zhou Yanchen is willing to believe it is the second type.

He pursed his lips and said nothing, but he didn't answer.

Wei Qing didn't feel embarrassed and helped him sort out his tie, so she turned around and took two glasses of champagne from the side and handed him a glass.

Zhou Yanchen took it and drank slowly.

Mo Xiran walked out of the dance floor with her head hanging down, and a person came to her face.

She almost hit the man with her shoulders held.

Shirai Castle smiled and said, "What's wrong? I danced a dance with Achen, and lost my soul?"

Frowning and biting his lips, Mo Xiran looked up at him, "I don't know why he..."

"Do you know?" Shiraicheng's eyes were swaying and he said slowly: "I haven't seen Achen dance like this for a long time."

What is he thinking?

Mo Xiran felt that at this time, Shirai Castle was very far away from her.

Obviously, he is right in front of him.

After coming back to his senses, Shiraicheng looked down at her, "It's still amazing. Okay, you're tired, go and sit there."

"Yes." Mo Xiran nodded in a depressed manner and followed Shirai Castle to rest.

Seeing Baijingcheng hugging Mo Xiran to the rest area, Wei Qing's eyes flashed and she said softly: "Miss Mo's dance is very good. When you suddenly pulled her, she was not panicked at all."

Still, I can't help it.

Wei Qing thought that she was an ordinary woman after all.

Moreover, if you are trying to dig your own grave in front of Zhou Yanchen.
To be continued...