In such a high-end place, I seemed very cramped, and I followed Song Qingyi almost every step of the way, and I followed her wherever she went.

Men kept coming to greet Song Qingyi, Song Qingyi's words and deeds were also very elegant and generous, in the face of the men's courteous greetings, she smiled or the same greeting, and maintained a beautiful attitude.

We sat down at a small round table, and immediately a waiter brought a tray of drinks, and I saw Song Qingyi take a glass from the waiter's hand, and I also took a glass according to the gourd drawing.

Looking around the banquet hall, I couldn't help but exclaim, "What a nice setting here!"

"This is for the exclusive use of the hotel's VIP customers. Song Qingyi answered, speaking very casually.

I shook the dark brown liquor in the goblet in my hand, and said with a wry smile: "If I hadn't followed you today, I guess I would never have had the opportunity to come to such a high-end place in my life." ”

Song Qingyi looked at me very dissatisfied, and said, "You'd better not put on your hillbilly appearance that has never seen the world." ”

I laughed self-deprecatingly again: "Mr. Song, I was originally a hillbilly, so I don't need to put it on the table." ”

Song Qingyi looked at me even more unpleasantly and said, "Then take it back for me!"

"Yes, then I'll pretend to be my grandson today!"

In the following time, Song Qingyi introduced me to many big people present, including senior government officials, VIPs who came from abroad, and of course, some first- and second-tier stars.

These celebrity bowls can only be seen on TV, but now when I see real people, I feel that it is nothing more than that, probably because this banquet is so big that some people who are not so prominent have no sense of existence.

Even Song Qingyi is not a very prominent person here, although she has a beautiful appearance, but her identity is just the director of an advertising company that has not yet been listed.

But despite this, many people came forward to greet Song Qingyi, and Song Qingyi would return a glass of wine.

The time soon came to eight o'clock in the evening, the banquet officially began, a beautiful host spoke fluent Mandarin on the stage, introducing today's party, and then the president of Rastar Entertainment came to the stage to speak.

After the whole process was over, it was time for the dance, and the hall slowly sounded with melodic dance music, and people began to walk onto the dance floor and dance to the music.

I was suddenly a little stunned, this is a business party, why do you want to do such a relief, and Song Qingyi seems to attach great importance to this link, and specially taught me to dance, is this related to bidding?

Although my heart was full of doubts, I still came to Song Qingyi very gentlemanly and stretched out my hand to her like she taught me.

Song Qingyi smiled at me and stood up, I don't know if it was because she didn't stand firm or because she had drunk too much wine just now, the moment she stood up, her feet suddenly stumbled......

I felt like I took a step forward, and as soon as I put my hand on it, her soft waist was in the crook of my arm.

"Are you alright?Mr. Song?" I said after I stabilized her body.

Song Qingyi looked at me with those somewhat misty eyes, her eyes were a little stunned, she stood firm, hurriedly pushed my arm away and combed her hair.

I stepped forward again and stretched out my hand to her, gently holding her outstretched left hand, her hand was hot, the normal body temperature of women is higher than that of men, and she had just drunk wine, and her body temperature was naturally higher.

I held her green jade finger and led her to the middle of the dance floor, standing on the opposite side, she slowly raised her right hand, I met it with my left hand, grabbed it gently, her left hand was placed on my right shoulder, and my right hand touched her waist with ease......

Her waist looked like a wicker branch that had been pulled out of March, and it seemed to be hot too.

Listening to this dance music, it was supposed to be a four-step dance, and although I had learned it completely, it was still a little intimidating in this formal setting.

Song Qingyi spat out a mouthful of wine and said to me: "Don't worry, remember what I said to you, you must be confident and generous, and you must be as gentle and elegant as an English gentleman, and have a good demeanor." ”

I took a deep breath, slowly recalled the steps of the four-step dance and then slowly moved, my movements from clumsy and slow to smooth, although Song Qingyi was a little intoxicated, but the dance steps were comfortable, advancing and retreating, turning around and twisting the waist, still so skillful and dexterous.

In the middle of this dazzling ball hall, we spun and moved intently, and she worked closely with me, and there seemed to be a wonderful sense of tacit understanding between us, as if the two of us had become one.

At that time, I thought to myself, if only she could always be so obedient, considerate and cooperative as she was when she danced!

Moreover, I have discovered that dancing can bring two people into an indescribably wonderful emotion, and they can completely forget where they are when they dance.

It was an experience I've never had!

It also gave me a deep understanding of why ballroom dancing always appears in high-end social situations, because in the process of dancing, the two not only have physical intimacy, but also spiritual communication and integration.

At the end of a song, Song Qingyi's calves suddenly went weak and trembled, and then her whole body fell into my arms......

I was defenseless, and I instinctively puffed up my chest to catch her, and I could feel the soft warmth.

My body was a little stiff, and my voice was a little stiff: "Song, Mr. Song, are you okay?"

She looked at me as if she had just woken up from a dream, her beautiful and delicate face was close at hand, stimulated by alcohol and as delicate as a rose, and it was thrillingly beautiful!

She withdrew her hand, held my shoulder and slowly stood still, raised her forehead with one hand, shook her head slightly, and murmured, "It's okay, I'm a little dizzy......"

I gently supported her with my hand, and then said, "Otherwise, I'll help you go to the side and rest for a while!"

She nodded, and I helped her back to the small round table.

I have always felt strange that Song Qingyi's usual alcohol consumption is not bad, or even better than me, because many times she goes out to talk about business by herself, and she copes with many drinking situations by herself, and rarely gets drunk.

But today, I think it's a little strange that I drink a low-alcohol wine like wine or a cocktail, even if I drink a dozen glasses.

Not long after we sat down, a man came over, this man is not very handsome, but he has a unique type, a bit like Wu Yanzu's type.

He held a goblet in his hand, walked over to look at Song Qingyi, frowned and said, "Mr. Song, what's wrong with you?"

Song Qingyi looked at the man's strong face and smiled: "I'm fine, Mr. Li." ”

The man looked at me again and asked, "Mr. Song, who is this?"

Song Qingyi glanced at me and said, "My assistant." ”

I was stunned in my heart, how could I become your assistant? Also, who is this man? Why did Song Qingyi talk to him so politely?