Kiss You, Sweetheart

When she was quiet, she really looked like Demi, but only like her. Demi's beauty and charm were inferior to others.

To be brought to such an important banquet by song Zhixin, Zhong Xiuyan looks sweet and happy.

Song Zhixin always takes care of women in public. He takes her by the waist and walks slowly to Ming Yanyao and LAN xueyin who are standing in the center of the hall.

In the light of crystal, Ming Yanyao is very beautiful. Wearing a shirt in black, the gold button was shining at the neckline, and his arm was held by LAN xueyin.

It was a tall, beautiful girl. The face has the noble lady's unique pride, elegant and elegant, but with a sense of distance.

A pair of beautiful eyes, Gu Pan Sheng Hui, her eyes are very affectionate.

At this time, she can accompany in his side, future identity, can imagine. Of course, only a girl with noble status like her can match a prince of a country.

The prime minister, in the political arena of K country, is a person under one person and above ten thousand people except the monarch. She and Ming Yankui together, will make his political career smooth, she as the father of the prime minister, in the hands of a very important candidate vote.

Ming Seung Hsien has also moved his mind to LAN xueyin, but the man LAN xueyin loved since childhood is just Ming Yanyao. Only then did Ming Chengxian have to go to other countries for financial support.

For the first time, song Zhixin saw the appearance of Ming yanmao. Although he was dressed in black, he was shining. With his extraordinary bearing, people could recognize his identity at a glance.

Song Zhixin was stunned by his cold expression, and his steps stopped.

Zhong Xiuyan didn't notice that she was still walking straight ahead. Her long skirt almost entangled her feet.

"What's the matter, Zhixin?" She asked softly.

Song Zhixin gently raised his lower lip, saying that he was OK.

But just now, at the moment when he saw Ming Yanyao, he thought he saw Bo Jiayan. His fierce and powerful momentum was so similar.

However, if you look carefully, the two people's looks are not the same, but the look is occasionally similar.

Song Zhixin sneered a little. How could gayan look the same as a foreign prince? They are noble and powerful people, so they are arrogant.

Ming Yande keeps a low profile, but several young masters of the three families often appear on the covers of international magazines. When Ming Yande sees song Zhixin coming, she welcomes him with LAN xueyin.

Song Zhixin covered his chest and saluted slightly: "second highness."

Ming Yankui pulled her lip slightly and held her hand to song Zhixin: "Hello, song Shao, I'm glad you can come to the banquet."

He speaks Chinese fluently.

"It's my pleasure." Song Zhixin shakes hands with him, and Ji'er leans slightly to LAN xueyin, "happy birthday, Miss LAN. I hope you like it

"Thank you." LAN xueyin smiles and keeps a noble manner. The bodyguard takes away the gift from Song Zhixin.

She didn't look at Zhong Xiuyan at all. She didn't pay attention to such a little celebrity.

Song Zhixin is good at social intercourse. He talks with Ming Yanyao in a low voice. The waiter brings some champagne to them, takes their glasses and touches each other gently. They are very harmonious.

There's a little commotion outside the ballroom.

A few people looked over there. Qi shaoxun and Bo en entered the hall gracefully, dressed in couple's clothes.