The sky-high cute baby, the president's daddy delivered it to the door

Chapter 1806
"Probably not!" Ye Yiwei unfolded the skirt again to have a look, the collar was quite high and loose, not even the curves were exposed.

An Shasha covered her mouth and snickered: "Yeah, I bought this kind for you specially, just in case Teacher Meng would get excited after seeing it."

"Thanks. When are they coming over and going to dinner?"

Ye Yiwei stuffed the clothes into a paper bag and carried them in her hands, not looking forward to the masquerade.

"Wen Bin still has something to do. We'll be there at seven o'clock. Let's go have some porridge."

"Okay, I invite you."

The two went to the porridge shop next to the company together, drank preserved egg and lean meat porridge, sat and chatted for a while.

Wu Wenbin and Meng Zhanyang arrived soon. Checking the time, it was 10:[-], [-] minutes before the dance started.

Meng Zhanyang's silver-gray suit was straight and straight on his body, which turned out to be very handsome.

Ye Yiwei gave a thumbs up and praised sincerely: "You are so handsome!"

Facing Ye Yiwei's smiling eyes, Meng Zhanyang's face turned red.

He scratched his head, embarrassed.

Seeing the shy looks of Ye Yiwei and Meng Zhanyang, An Shasha couldn't help laughing, took Wu Wenbin's hand and shouted loudly: "Let's go, let's go, hurry up."

"Well, let's go."

Meng Zhanyang stretched out his hand, squeezed Ye Yiwei's little hand in his palm, and smiled slightly, the blush on his face did not completely fade away.

When we arrived at the activity room on the top floor, it was very beautifully arranged, with flickering lights, and it was very lively.

Standing at the door, An Shasha took out two masks from her bag, handed them to Meng Zhanyang and Wu Wenbin, and watched them put them on.

Familiar people suddenly become mysterious.

She nodded in satisfaction, put on one herself, and pushed Ye Yiwei: "Hurry up and put it on, come in and find us later."

"Oh well."

Ye Yiwei nodded obediently, smiled at Meng Zhanyang, withdrew her hand, and walked towards the bathroom.

She took off her baggy dark blouse and put on a boho-style long skirt, which was so fluffy that she felt relaxed.

Take off the glasses and put them in the bag, put the mask on.

When Ye Yiwei looked in the mirror, she felt amazed. Her beautiful eyes were shining brightly, her pink mouth curved naturally, and her pretty face was covered by a mask, which added a bit of mystery.

The skirt on her body was very elegant, and when she turned around, the skirt made elegant waves.

The white suits her skin very well. Although her body is tightly wrapped, she is still slender. Compared to her previous dress, it is many times better.

The whole person becomes beautiful all at once.

Ye Yiwei is a beautiful woman, but she deliberately hides herself.

Today there is a mask to cover up, and she can also be herself once again, to regain some sense of beauty.

Ye Yiwei walked briskly on the corridor to the dance, put the bags and bags into the lockers beside the corridor, but she didn't know that there was a pair of eyes staring at her all the time.

After she entered the venue, she dialed the phone: "Go in, white skirt."

Ye Yiwei walked into the hall of the dance party, the lights suddenly went out, only the faint colorful lights were still on.

Accompanied by soothing music, pairs of masked men and women walked onto the dance floor and started an ambiguous slow dance.

Looking at the dark venue in front of her, Ye Yiwei was in a dilemma for a while, how could she find An Shasha and the others with so many men and women wearing masks.

Looking around the venue, it was full of dark heads moving around.

She was about to touch her mobile phone to make a call, but was pulled by a generous and powerful hand and led onto the dance floor.

(End of this chapter)