"Idiot, what are you looking at!" Luo Yichen dissatisfiedly looked at Su Rourou, who had erratic eyes, and pinched her slightly with the hand on her waist.
"Easy...it hurts." Su Rourou cried out in pain, then she looked away from Xie Xiaoqiu and Li Tianwei, looked up at Luo Yichen with a smile, "Look at the two of them, don't they... want to be together rhythm?"
Luo Yichen hummed indistinctly, and suddenly put his arms around her waist and rotated 360 degrees.
Su Rourou was caught off guard by the sudden movement and almost fell down.
Luo Yichen hooked the corners of his lips, stabilized her center of gravity in a timely manner, and continued to slowly spin on the dance floor with his arms around her: "When you were with me, you were so inattentive..."
The one just now was just a small, small punishment for her. Going back at night, he will continue to impose more severe punishments!
Hearing the muffled voice coming from Luo Yichen's chest, Su Rourou hastily hugged his waist tightly, and gently leaned her face against his chest: "How could it be... I clearly saw it with 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 were tightly embracing and gently swaying, and balls of flames spewed out from his hateful eyes, wishing to burn Su Rou and Luo Yichen to ashes in an instant.
Especially the moment Su Rourou shyly leaned her head in Luo Yichen's arms, she was in a bad mood! Because, she looked at the old man in front of her who was dancing with her arms around her. He was only as tall as her chest...
If she wanted to perform the scene of burying her head in her partner's chest, she would probably have to squat down and squat down again, or in another way... let the old man bury his wrinkled face in her chest.
Thinking of this, the hatred in her eyes became deeper and deeper: Why! She is going to make false claims to an ugly old man who is over half a century old, and Su Rourou can be taken care of by a handsome and rich man like Luo Yichen
She silently deduced a thousand ways to repay Su Rourou in her mind, she was so happy that she almost laughed out loud. Probably because of extreme joy begets sorrow, she accidentally stepped on the old man's foot, and was immediately slapped on the face.
"I spend money to support you just for fun, not for anger!"
The sound of "pa" was especially clear in the melodious and deep music, which attracted many people's attention.
An Yirou covered her painful face, gnashing her teeth with hatred in her heart, but she still put on a flattering smile on the surface: "Honey, I'm sorry, I was careless just now..."
At this moment, a fair and thin young man walked in quickly from the door of the banquet hall, with a pair of fire-breathing eyes, he kept looking at the hugging men and women, as if he was looking for someone.
Finally, his eyes lit up when they fixed on An Yirou, but quickly dimmed.
Just half an hour ago, he received an anonymous text message: [An Yirou is in the ** banquet hall, with an old man, don't you want to come and see?]
He walked quickly towards An Yirou's direction with two hemp legs, and everyone on the dance floor noticed his intrusion one after another, stopped and turned to look at him.
And An Yirou's eyes also widened, a rare flustered expression appeared on his face, and his lips trembled slightly.