The warm lights in the dressing room set off Angel's tangled little face, and in front of her lay a cheongsam and a butterfly-shaped mask.

Xiaowei took her into the hotel very happily, but she hadn't worn a cheongsam for six years,——

"David may be in the banquet hall, where the masquerade ball is being held, and I don't have any extra dresses, so I can only help you find a waitress dress."

It turned out that today's masquerade ball was held by a British heavyweight Chinese, all the waiters were dressed in Chinese-style clothes, and every guest was also dressed in formal clothes, and her female man's outfit might have been thrown out by the security guards before she even entered the banquet hall.

Angel sighed, it's been six years, just wear it.

Although this cheongsam is the dress of the waiter, the workmanship is very exquisite, outlining Anqi's willow waist and beautiful buttocks more and more excitingly, and her breasts are tighter, making her a little breathless.

Putting her long hair up, Angel looked at herself in the mirror, six years ago she was dressed like this to go to the banquet, but she suffered that nightmare, ruined her life, ruined her first love, her family relationship......

Remembering the knock at the door, Xiao Wei asked, "Can you come out?" ”

Angel opened the door, put on the mask, lowered her eyebrows, and followed behind Xiaowei, who also wore a mask, which was inlaid with diamonds and rubies, and was perfect with her dress, showing her extraordinary status.

Sure enough, there was a row of security guards standing at the door of the banquet hall, and when they saw Xiaowei, they just bowed and opened the door of the banquet hall.

Angel has seen a lot of big scenes, but after walking in, she was still very surprised, this is like a scene that only appears in fairy tales.

There is a glass crystal lamp hanging from the ceiling, the hall with gold as the main tone is luxuriously decorated, the walls are hung with paintings by famous European and American artists, there are rare sculptures at the staircase, the meals are cooked by the top international chefs on the spot, and on the stage, the internationally famous singer Ma Weng Celine is singing.

"Where did you just go?"

For a moment of Angel's fugue, Xiao Shengye walked to Xiaowei's side, hugged her slender waist, and glanced at Angel behind her, her eyes deepened.

"I just received a call from my father, and he said he wanted to meet you." Xiao Wei snuggled on Xiao Shengye, and her little hand swept across his chest.

Angel was embarrassed and wanted to slip away, but Xiao Shengye stared at her and said playfully, "Give me two cups of Lafite." ”

She had no choice but to walk towards the wine stand, picked up the tray, and took two glasses of Lafite, when a gentle female voice sounded in her ears: "Yihan, what do you want to drink?" ”

Angel looked for prestige, and a tall man came into view, with a high nose bridge under the mask, pink and thin lips that seemed to be smiling, and the perfect jaw arc, who was it not Chu Yihan?

"Waitress, give me the two glasses of Lafite first." The woman beside Chu Yihan beckoned to her.

"It's good." Angel hurriedly handed the tray to the woman and turned to leave, but because she was in a hurry, she bumped into Chu Yihan.

"Yes, I'm sorry." Angel turned her head slightly and apologized in a low voice, but she didn't stop.

"Wait a minute." Chu Yihan grabbed An Qi's wrist and swept her over and over again with his charming and deep eyes.

Angel froze and didn't dare to raise her head, because her chest tightened and she was tense, and her breathing was getting faster and faster.

"Angel?" Chu Yihan approached her.

"This gentleman, you have the wrong person." Angel carefully hidden.

"Huh." Chu Yihan smiled disdainfully, and reached out to remove her mask.