President, please be gentle

A farce finally ended, the crowd dispersed and the dance continued.

The melodious dance music sounded, an Luoli stood silently in place, and her eyes involuntarily fell on the Yingting figure next to long Jiazhong, with a circle of bitterness in her heart.

Just now, when she was wronged and unable to argue, long haoxuan looked on coldly from beginning to end, ignored it, and even misunderstood that she was really a thief.

Is she really such a miserable person in his mind?

Anluoli shook her head and drove away those inexplicable thoughts in her heart.

Isn't she unbearable in long haoxuan's mind? Why does she care what he thinks?

"Miss Ann." Just as anluoli was shaking her God, a stiff word came from behind her.

Anluoli looked back and saw a blonde foreign man standing behind her with a smile.

"Mr. John?" Anluoli nodded politely. John is long's customer. This anniversary celebration is also invited.

John's blue eyes stared at anluoli, flashing a trace of amazement, "miss an, can you please dance?"

John had seen anluoli once before in the dragon family, and was deeply attracted by her beauty at first sight.

Now, anluoli with makeup is even more charming.

A tight little dress in lake blue outlines her beautiful figure with protruding front and warping back. Her face is slightly powdered and beautiful. Her skin is delicate, her forehead is white like snow, and her beautiful eyes flicker, as if they can capture people's heart.

Staring at anluoli's beautiful face, John was a little distracted. He saw and played more beautiful women, including some popular Hollywood actresses.

I don't know why. When he first met anluoli, he felt like an electric shock. Just now anluoli was calm and calm in the face of public criticism and proved his innocence, which made John palpitate.

This beautiful, brave and distinctive little Oriental woman would be ecstatic if she could press her under herself and have a good love.

Seeing John staring at himself, anluoli shook her head and politely refused, "I'm sorry, I can't dance."

"It doesn't matter. I can teach you." John was obviously unwilling to give up. With a smile on his face, he stretched out his hand and pulled anluoli's arm.

Anluoli stepped back and insisted on refusing, "I'm sorry, my hands are allergic and it's inconvenient to dance."

"Oh, sorry!" John shrugged his shoulders, but did not leave, but took anluoli to sit on the sofa.

"Miss an, my mother is half Chinese, so I have an inexplicable preference for China." John made no secret of his favor for anluoli, "especially the Oriental beauty like miss an, it's all kinds of manners."

"Mr. John, you are so joking." Anluoli was embarrassed and resisted John's approach.

But he didn't do anything too much. Just now he had made such a big noise and became the focus. Now anluoli doesn't want to make anything more.

And he is long's client, and she can't afford to offend him.

In fact, she has long wanted to go back, especially now her hands are painful and itchy, but the big boss is there. If she leaves early, I'm afraid it's not very good. She can only sit here on pins and needles to deal with John.