Chapter 18: The Best Memories of Life

Fu Zhiwei finally came back to his senses, but he was still in a trance, "I'm sorry, I haven't danced for a long time, I don't dance well, don't laugh at me, third brother." ”

Shen Jingnian's hand resting on her waist tightened, and her voice was hoarse, "No, it's good." ”

Next, Fu Zhiwei lowered his eyes and looked at his feet, forcing himself to concentrate. However, all the attention he had focused on was on his hand on his waist, which was hot and hot.

When the music stopped, Fu Zhiwei seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, "Thank you, third brother, tonight will definitely be the best memory of my life." ”

"How do you know there's no better memories to come?"

When he said this, Shen Jingnian's eyes were very good-looking and shining.

There were voices next to him, Fu Zhiwei couldn't hear anything, there was only that deep and dazzling eye in his eyes, and a string was plucked in his heart, and it rang loudly.

No, there will be no better memories.

There may be a lot of good things in this world, but the good things have never been with her.

Otherwise, why did she keep losing in her twenty-four short lives?

Family, love, friendship, as long as she starts to care and starts to give her heart, those things will leave her.

Looking at her clear eyes, Shen Jingnian's heart hurt uncontrollably.

Her smile is light, and the clouds are light and breezy. But the loneliness in the depths of his eyes pierced into Shen Jingnian's chest like a nail.

After the dance, Fu Zhiwei knew that she had become the target of everyone, if her eyes could kill, she would have been killed by Ye Shaojin next to her.

Ye Shaojin had been holding back for a long time, waiting for them to finish the dance and then come directly to pull Shen Jingnian away, his eyes were like a sharp blade quenched with poison, and the knife sealed his throat.

Fu Zhiwei sighed helplessly, naturally he had no intention of staying here for a long time, and he packed up his things and was about to leave.

As soon as he turned around, he saw a slender girl walking towards him.

Fu Zhiwei paused, just stood there like that, looking at Han Xinyi quietly.

When Fu Zhiwei and Shen Jingnian danced, Han Xinyi stood by with a smile all the time, and she was still dignified and generous.

She walked up to Fu Zhiwei and stood still, and stretched out her hand to her kindly, "Miss Fu, hello." ”

Although he didn't know why a person of Han Xinyi's status would condescend to greet him, Fu Zhiwei still shook hands with her very politely.

"Hello, Miss Han. ”

"Miss Fu is famous, I have long heard that Miss Fu is one of the best beauties in Haicheng, and I am lucky to see it tonight, it is really amazing. ”

Fu Zhiwei didn't have the heart to delve into whether there was any extraneous sound in Han Xinyi's words, and smiled faintly, "Miss Han has won the award." ”

Fu Zhiwei actually didn't want to be polite with her, but with so many people next to her, and reporters raised their cameras from time to time, she couldn't let Han Xinyi lose face, so she had to endure the discomfort in her heart and stand there with a smile.

The two exchanged a few words, and Han Xinyi said, "I was planning a charity auction recently, and I was planning to paint a few portraits, but I was worried that I couldn't find a model." When I saw Miss Fu tonight, I suddenly wanted to paint a picture of Miss Fu. I wonder if Miss Fu would like to be a model for me?"

When Fu Zhiwei heard this, he suddenly felt a little unhappy in his heart.

Did she think too much? Why did she think that Han Xinyi suddenly came over to make friends with her? However, how could a lady like Han Xinyi insult her with such a childish trick?

Han Xinyi obviously also saw the hesitation in Fu Zhiwei's eyes, and hurriedly smiled, "Miss Fu, don't get me wrong, I just want to invite you to do some public welfare together, don't be careful!"