Please Take Care of Me, Young Master Quan

  Chapter 962 Lost and found her way back, she was in his arms

   Under the regretful and jealous gazes of the women, Shen Wei stood, and the man bowed halfway.

   But she heard her speak slowly—

   "Sorry, can't."

  Wow—

  One stone stirs up waves.

   "Who is this woman?"

   "Are you so arrogant?"

   "Even the Yan family dares to refute it."

   "That cheongsam looks pretty, but it's a pity it's on her."

   "Why does it look more and more familiar? I seem to have seen it somewhere, where is it..."

   "Isn't this the one the Song family took back? He even showed up at the confession banquet not long ago!"

   "That's right! I saw her with Mrs. Song!"

   "Hiss...how did you choose her? This one is...cough..." Little Saner!

   She is still the youngest son of the dead heir of the Song family. It is said that the child has given birth to two children!

  In this kind of occasion, if the dance is invited, it is still the opening dance. The candidate must be determined in advance, and it cannot be really random, but the result now seems to be chosen randomly.

  Otherwise, no matter how hard it is, it won’t be worth it!

You know, even if Pan Xiaojing is dead, she is still a little girl who can't get on the stage, but she is able to make a public appearance on this occasion by giving birth to a son and a daughter to the Song family's direct line, but in fact, her name is not right , family background is not innocent enough.

  Whoever Young Master Yan chooses to dance this dance, it is impossible to choose her!

  Because Zhong Yuhong met a few old sisters, talking and laughing, she didn't notice Shen Yu for a while, and the two separated.

  While Yan Zhi returned to the invitation dance, her heart sank suddenly, and she wanted to go forward, but was quickly stopped by a few old sisters—

   "What are you doing? It's just adding to the chaos."

   "No... I have to help Xiao Shen out! She can't handle this kind of situation!"

   "Don't worry, wait and see if she agrees or refuses."

   "That's right, the identity of the heir of the Yan family is a sweet potato. We are worried that the temple of your Song family is too small to hold down this big Buddha, so we might as well take this opportunity to try her!"

   "But..." Zhong Yuhong stopped and murmured softly, "A bird that wants to fly will eventually fly, even if you know the result, it won't help."

   "Birds want to fly, and manpower can't stop them. But you have to have this foresight in advance. With such precautions, the investment that is destined to have no return will be correspondingly reduced, so as not to end up with nothing in the end."

   They are all smart people, and the deep meaning in the words does not need to be explained at all, it can be revealed at all.

   "Hey! Look! She declined—"

  Zhong Yuhong raised her eyes suddenly, but the distance was too far, she could see people but couldn't hear people, so she could only learn about the development of the situation from the discussions of other people around her.

   "No, no, she agreed again."

"real or fake?"

   "I handed over my hand, how can I still lie to you? If you don't believe me, see for yourself."

"It really is…"

   Soon, a melodious waltz sounded, and the crowd dispersed, leaving a middle place for the two to dance.

  The men are dressed in neat suits, while the women are dressed in gentle cheongsams. One supports the waist and the other shoulders. Every step is very tacitly stepped on the beat.

   At first glance, it looks like a Biren.

  In front of such brilliance, everything around them was reduced to a foil for the two of them, eclipsed.

   "Who are you?" Shen Wei looked at the strange face in front of her with burning eyes.

   "Didn't you just introduce yourself yesterday?" The man laughed.

   "Strictly... know how to return?"

   "So you still remember." He seemed very happy, and there was a spring breeze blowing between his brows and eyes.

   "Lost and return... Yan Shao did something wrong?"

  The man didn't answer in a hurry, but led her around several times at the moment of high notes, switching dance steps. As the music eased, he gradually slowed down again.

"…Maybe."

   "For love, or for profit?"

   "Failure is nothing more than a pain in the flesh, but love is a pain in the heart." He looked at her, his black eyes were like a deep pool, as if he would sink into it if he was not careful.

   Shen Yu didn't know what to think of, and his eyes were fascinated for a moment.

   "So, the meaning of this name is—" He leaned closer, spraying hot air, a little ambiguous, but his eyes were extremely clear, "It's not too late to turn back when you get lost."

  She retreated calmly, avoiding the atmosphere he deliberately created, and still followed her dance steps skillfully and gracefully, with a graceful posture.

   "It doesn't sound like an epiphany, it sounds like atonement."

  The man took a deep look at her, but she didn't look directly at her at all, she didn't want, unwilling, or even bothered to guess his heart.

   After a while, he lowered his eyelids and curled his lips like a self-mockery: "...Yes, it's atonement."

  Shen Yu didn't think deeply, and spent so long chatting with him, as the music gradually came to an end, her remaining patience was slowly exhausted.

   "You just said, you can help me get what I want-what do you mean?"

  Yan Zhi was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "It literally means."

   "I'm not joking, and please don't beat around the bush." ​​His eyes were like knives, and his voice was like ice.

   "If you didn't say that, would you agree to my invitation to dance?"

   "No." She had already refused.

  If Yan Zhifan hadn't whispered that sentence to her in a low voice, Shen Hou might not even have looked at him more.

   This dance was exchanged, with hidden scheming and conditions.

   "You lied to me?" The smile suddenly faded.

Yan Zhifan hugged her in circles, and circled again, with a very natural tilt of his head, the moment he brushed past his ears, he heard him softly say: "I've already helped you to keep an eye on the person you want to follow, the rest of the time Enough for you to seriously accompany me through this dance."

  Shen Yu's sharp eyes fell on his face, with a look of scrutiny.

  The man didn't dodge or evade, not only did he not feel guilty because of her sizing up, but he seemed to have finally got a bit of pleasure from her.

  At this moment, the melodious tune of the dance music suddenly changed, and suddenly became rapid and high-pitched, like a brook gurgling into a galloping river without any transition.

  As the music has changed, the dance has to follow suit.

  Yan Zhifan: "Do you know tango?"

  He knew that she would, he once saw her skipping with Quan Hanting.

  At that time, he could only hide in the dark place in the corner, and even anger had to be restrained and restrained, not to mention jealousy.

  Now, her hand is in his, and her person is in his arms.

  Maybe this is the meaning of God letting him live—to make up for everything, to restore everything!

  Cross steps, kicks, jumps, spins, luxurious and elegant, warm and wild.

  It is completely dominated by men, followed closely by women.

  Strictly speaking, the cheongsam is not suitable for such open and close dance movements, but it is not abrupt at the moment, and Shen Hou's body movements are not restricted by it.

  On the contrary, the dignity of the cheongsam is similar to the seriousness of tango.

  The music stops and the dance is over.

   Both men and women thank each other.

   Afterwards, Shen Yu exited the stage and disappeared into the crowd; Yan Zhihui talked with the guests who came forward to greet him, and exchanged drinks.

  When the second piece of music sounded, men and women paired up and slid onto the dance floor together.

  …

  Shen Wei retreated to the corner, spread out her palms, and a room card appeared in front of her eyes.

  Black background, embellished with silver-grained auspicious cloud patterns, marked with small gold characters in the lower right corner—4403.

Explain why everyone will see the update prompt when there is no update, because - Yu is modifying the chapters that were locked before, and now they are being released one after another. Every time a chapter is released, there will be an update prompt, so it is not a webpage convulsion. It's not that the author is not serious, let alone collecting money repeatedly.

Let me explain why the male protagonist has not appeared for a long time, because—in Yu’s novels, the female protagonist can support the sky alone. It's not enough to write about abusing scum and slapping the face once. You don't need the help of the male lead, let alone the rescue of the male lead. 66 is just a way to talk about love in your spare time... (Is it too abusive for the male lead?) Next The next time I write an introduction, I will definitely make it clear: Benyu is the mother of the heroine, the mother of the hero or the stepmother depends on the mood.

   However, 66 will come out soon (actually, it’s useless to come out, anyway, it’s the life of being abused, it’s better to hide to keep safe)

  (end of this chapter)