Kiss You, Sweetheart

"I've already guessed that Bo Shao's status is so noble. It's a great honor to come to the reception. How can I not dance with him?"

"What a talented woman..."

On such occasions, it is impolite to refuse the invitation of the other party.

In full view of the public, Zhou Yumei was so generous and decent that Bo Jiayan could not lose his demeanor. He had to take Zhou Yumei's hand.

The flash is even more fierce. It seems to capture the most valuable news.

When Bo Jiayan's hand gently grasped his soft hand, the warmth penetrated into Zhou Yumei's heart.

My heart is beating slightly, feeling the warmth of Bo Jiayan's palm.

Such a hand, holding a woman, is to give her a lifetime of peace.

The smile of Zhou Yumei's mouth is blooming, and the whole person is more beautiful. She and bochayan entered the middle of the dance floor hand in hand.

At this time, the music sounded slowly, and the two began to dance.

As soon as the dance started, other people entered the dance floor one after another.

Bo Jiayan's face was indifferent and he danced with Zhou Yumei very formulaically. There were still reporters taking photos around him.

Zhou Yumei looked up at him, but she longed for him.

"Gayan, thank you for not refusing me." She said softly.

Bochayan was silent.

Knowing that he is cold-blooded, Zhou Yumei doesn't want to be so silent. It's hard to dance with him once. She can't be so silent to the end.

Therefore, we can only find the topic by ourselves: "Jiayan, in the future, our two companies will have more cooperation. I just took over the company, and I'm a newcomer in business. I hope you can give me more guidance."

"Your father is very successful in business," he said

In a word, Zhou Yumei's following is blocked. But her good upbringing kept her smiling and continued: "although he is successful, his thoughts are somewhat old-fashioned compared with those of our young people..."

All of a sudden, Bo Jiayan's pocket vibrated. There was a short message coming from his mobile phone.

Take the opportunity, released Zhou Yumei's hand, a little sorry: "sorry, there is a short message."

Then he left the dance floor.

Zhou Yumei stood in the middle of the dance floor with a stiff smile on her lips. It's just a text message. You don't have to dance. Just watch it.

Don't you think you talk too much?

Zhou Yumei slightly drooped her eyes, a little worried about her performance just now. However, it made her understand that Bo Jiayan didn't like talkative people.

Next time, she won't nag like that.

Although she was abandoned in the middle of the dance, she lost face, and the reporters were still shooting, but with rich social experience, Zhou Yumei still kept smiling and noble posture, waved to the reporters around, and slowly walked out of the dance floor.

Soon, other men invited her to dance.

Tonight, she is the host. Even if she doesn't want to, she can't refuse.

Of course, Bo Jiayan found an excuse to leave the party. A short message didn't make him even dance. He just didn't want to dance any more.

Walking outside the hotel, Bo Jiayan took out his mobile phone and walked towards his "big tiger" while looking at it.

It's a MMS from a strange number, a picture that makes bocayan's steps suddenly stagnate.

Qi shaoxun looked at Bo en'en so affectionately and put his arms around her waist. And Bo en en, with pink lips and tiny teeth, seems to be expecting something. The background is the peak of Bo's family.