Sir, Madam is in a gossip again

"What's the difference? President Ji attended today with his wife. Of course, the opening dance is president Ji, you know? I heard that Ji Zong's dancing posture has charmed many people. Today, I finally have the opportunity to witness it. "

"Yes, that's the old calendar. President Ji hasn't attended large and small banquets for many years. Everything is not attended by Ji Er Shao. It can be said that he is in full bloom."

“......”

Both men and women present were gossiping about Ji Liangchuan's affair with relish.

Nangong Cheng hides in the crowd. She also wants to know who Ji Liangchuan's partner is!

It won't be her anyway.

Nangong Yue is very excited. Of course, it's her this time.

Who calls her Mrs. Ji? This time she wants Nangong Cheng to have a good look at her skills.

Let her retreat.

"Don't worry!" Yao Xiangxue comforted her daughter softly. The joy in Nangong Yue's eyes could not be hidden.

Nangong Cheng looked up and saw Nangong Yue sitting with her mother, just in her upper right corner.

Proud of what?

Disgusting!

Nangong Cheng turned and saw that Jing Muhan was looking at himself. There were more things in his smile that she couldn't see clearly.

"Maybe the lucky one is you!"

"Don't talk nonsense! Someone is watching. "

Nangong Cheng whispered and looked at the people around her again for fear that she would listen to it. After all, she still didn't want to provoke such a scandal.

Especially on such an occasion today, what the upper class pays most attention to is the problem of face.

"All right!" Jing Muhan smiled and didn't speak again. His eyes were on Ji Liangchuan and then swept back and forth on Nangong Yue, making people who didn't know think he was secretly in love with others.

Ji Liangchuan tilted his head and saw Nangong Cheng sitting quietly beside Jing Muhan. His eyes were a little cold and his hands were tight.

She likes to hang around with Jing Muhan so much?

Nangongsen and his father sat together. They were very similar. In particular, the appearance of an old and a small eyebrow should not be underestimated.

"Today Liangchuan came with Chengcheng, which is a good start. There will be such opportunities every day in the future. Don't care too much. " Nangongsen whispered to his father.

"Yes!"

The host continued: "let's see which woman won the prize today. Let's wait and see. I'll reveal..."

The host slowly touched out a purple ball and slowly opened it. The host's face changed color for a moment.

"Number eight!"

As soon as the host spoke, all the single women present were looking at the number just sent in.

Nangong Cheng's heart clicked. She remembered that her was like number eight. She took it out of her handbag in a panic and immediately smiled.

So she's the lucky one?

Nangong Yue looked at his mother in amazement and Ji Liangchuan sitting next to him.

What the hell is going on?

Who's number eight?

Nangong Yue looked at her mother and said nothing at last, because everyone's eyes focused on her.

It embarrassed her.

"Husband, what's going on?"

"I don't know. It's just a dance. Don't worry. I'll make it up for you next time. " Ji Liangchuan whispered in Nangong Yue's ear.

"Well, just a little disappointed." Nangong Yue didn't dare to say anything else. After all, it's not good to gossip.