At this time, the lobby of the hotel is full of people, not the average people, there are really a lot of people, and they are all high-class people.
There seems to be a huge party in the hall. No wonder Mu Zihan told her to get dressed, but she didn't expect to wear a dress.
What to do, what to do like this.
"Why do you dress like this? You are not told to wear clothes. You should dress like this. It's better not to wear them." Mu Zihan said reproachfully.
"You told me to wear clothes, but you didn't tell me to wear an evening dress. What I am wearing is not what clothes are." Rocol retorted dissatisfiedly.
"Okay, everything looks good, let's go." Mu Zihan asked to take her hand.
"No, a lot of people, what are you doing, what's the situation?" Rocol broke free, not understanding.
"Observe." Mu Zihan said hard, she is the protagonist tonight.
Everyone turned their eyes to Rocol, who had just come down from the stairs.
The crowd included the other six beautiful men who had just been flown to the city of S by the royal aristocracy, as well as Wen Xi, and Wei Nuo had all come over.
Most of them are Shengling students and nobles, and their brilliance illuminates the entire hotel.
At first, everyone was wondering what they were going to do. Mu Shaohui suddenly asked them to arrive at this hotel before nine o'clock in the evening as quickly as possible.
After all arrived, they discovered that it was actually a banquet. Everyone was still complaining about what happened to this cold. Not just a banquet needed them to run over like this, and they were so tired.
But when they saw Rocol coming down from the stairs, they felt that they were worth it.
I haven't seen anyone for almost a week. Life at the school is boring and boring. I didn't expect this girl to be picked out by Han.
Everyone was standing there in rigorous evening gowns with wine glasses.
After taking a bath, Mu Zihan immediately put on a rigorous black casual shirt, with a little rigor in the unruly. A lavender ribbon was tied on it.
Rocol was drawn to the center of the crowd, and suddenly became the focus and center.
Everyone looked at this girl who was totally inconsistent with here. He also severely despised it, and even more strangely still being led by Mu Shao.
I was really jealous. Rocol had already felt the chill wind blowing over.
"Ke'er baby, you are here, I have been looking for you for a long time." An Jiyao leaned in shamelessly.
"Sister Ke'er, I miss you too." Feng Yuche came to make trouble.
Wen Qi didn't say anything, there was an invisible color in his eyes, whether it was happiness or sadness.
However, Gu Yansi, who has always been worried and blue, saw Rokel's expectation and excitement. In fact, he has been looking for her for a long time.
"Hey, hello everyone, it's been a long time." Rocol was a little embarrassed to see them.
"Dead girl, you dare to leave me, I think you are tired of living." Wen Xi really wanted to spit this girl to death with a sip of water.
"What will I say later, I have business right now." Mu Zi Han's quiet words shut everyone up quickly.
Rocol didn't know what this guy was going to do, waiting for her thoughts to be still in confusion. The lights in the banquet hall went out.
The light shone on her alone, and the red roses dotted around her.
She really is the center.
Everyone is very quiet, it seems to know something, but in fact they don't know anything. Since I will be invited here, of course it's not just for drinking and eating.
There must be more important things.
Rocol is very nervous, can't see everyone, why is there only light on himself? No one else can see. But everyone can see her.
Suddenly another beam of light came on. Is slowly moving to her side.
The protagonist shrouded in that beam of light is Mu Zihan, a boy favored by God.
Step by step, he walked towards her with sacred light.
With each step, the pulse in Rokcol's heart beats faster.
Rocol really didn't understand what he was trying to do.
Finally, Mu Zihan arrived at Roker's side.
Everyone's pupils were tightening, staring at the two protagonists under the spotlight.
"Ke'er, tonight, I want to tell you clearly what I'm hiding in my heart." Mu Zihan's words made everyone breathe slowly.
"Ah." Rocol didn't seem to understand.
"I just want to say that if I like you, you must also like me and be my girlfriend." Mu Zihan finished in one breath.
Rocol thought he had a long story to tell her, but he didn't expect to confess to her with a few brief and domineering words.
Rocol's face was red. This was already the third confession. It was terrible.
Where did Roker feel that she had caused this peach blossom robbery? The thing that Wen Qi feared the most had happened. Keer rejected her. Is it because she also fell in love with Han at the same time.
If she agrees, then how should he face the next relationship, should he bless them well
Wen Qi looked at them embarrassedly, but his heart was already cramping.
Mo Ye didn't feel it in his heart, he seemed to have known such a scene a long time ago.
On the contrary, An Jiyao, there was a trace of loss on his face, but he tried his best to chase Rocol. He didn't expect that this time he would be defeated by the silent love of this kid.
Gu Yansi was surprised. He still had a lot to say to Luo Ke'er. She couldn't just agree to Han, and she couldn't just belong to Han.
Because he hasn't made a move yet, he hasn't strived for his own happiness yet.
Yixuan is watching the show like the excitement. After all, he also hopes that someone will take care of the arrogant cold. Rocol is indeed a candidate who can control the cold.
Wen Xi was also a little bit disappointed, because she wanted to fulfill this little Nizi and her brother, because she wanted Ke'er to be her sister-in-law, but if Ke'er had his heart, she would not stop her.
The whole world was quiet, and everyone was waiting for her answer.
Rocol was also embarrassed. How she wanted to answer is that there are no people on both sides, and everyone present is a witness, and every word of her must be thought carefully.
In the corner of the banquet, a cold figure stood proudly.
The long, slender black hair fluttered near the window, and no one noticed her at this time.
She is like an angel landing quietly in the corner, untouchable. She was here to watch the play, just to watch the play.
She wants to see who wins or loses in this battle.
Rocol was holding her palms nervously, sweating.
To be honest, it is impossible without a little like. She already liked Mu Zihan a little bit, the boy she called the scumbag.
Seeing that she was still in a daze, Mu Zihan became nervous. If he refused, then what should he do.
No, it's impossible. Who can refuse his attack from Shao Mu? To be liked by him is the blessing of cultivation in the past life.