Lan Weiyan glanced at An Qianchen angrily, saw that her mouth was full of cream, took the napkin next to the table and wiped it for her, and deliberately looked left and right to say to him: "Look at you, you have to make a cake full of cream, what does it look like?" ”

"Well, this cream cake is delicious, you can try it too." An Qianchen took out a piece from the plate and handed it to Lan Weiyan's mouth. She could see that Lan Weiyan was reluctant to say anything, so she followed Lan Weiyan's words and deliberately pretended not to know.

However, seeing Lan Weiyan like this, An Qianchen was also a little distressed. She gently patted Lan Weiyan's shoulder as a comfort, handed her a plate and fork to the other side of the table, and whispered, "Eat more when you're in a bad mood, it must be much better." ”

"Really? Then I'll try it too. Lan Wei hadn't finished the cake in her cigarette mouth yet, and said vaguely, "It's really delicious!" I'm going to eat more, haha. As she spoke, Lan Wei took a piece of it and ate it happily.

At this time, elegant music played in the banquet hall, and many people had found their dance partners and walked towards the center of the dance floor.

An Qianchen looked at them curiously, all of them were handsome men and beautiful women, they must look good when they danced, right?

A group of noble daughters couldn't help but look forward to being invited by Duanmu Heng to dance, constantly scratching their heads, hoping to get Duanmu Heng's attention.

However, Duanmu Heng walked straight towards An Qianchen, slowly stretched out his hand, and asked gently, "Excuse me, can I invite you to dance?" ”

"Okay...... ......" Lan Weiyan heard Duanmu Heng's words, and thought she was talking to herself, and immediately raised her head excitedly. However, she saw with her own eyes that Duanmu Heng's hand was stretched out to An Qianchen. Suddenly, a place in my heart was inexplicably collapsing, and there was a burst of pain.

An Qianchen raised his head in astonishment and looked at today's birthday boy Duanmu Heng, he was inviting himself to dance? She lowered her head and looked at the dress on her body, which was not considered a dress, and it didn't seem appropriate to run to dance......

She saw that Lan Weiyan's face was not very good, so she wanted to give Duanmu Heng to Lan Weiyan, who had prepared for a day for this banquet: "That, the clothes on my body are not suitable, or you should invite my friend ......"

"It's okay, I don't mind." Duanmu Heng said persistently. There is only An Qianchen in his heart, and no matter how elegant and generous others are, they can't compare to An Qianchen's smile.

At this time, there were women's screams around, and some men were coaxing, all of which asked An Qianchen to agree.

Lan Weiyan also raised a smile and pushed An Qianchen: "Qianchen, people finally invited you, don't sweep the face of the birthday star." ”

After An Qianchen heard this, he also felt very embarrassed. So he stretched out his hand and agreed to his offer.

In the process of spinning, Duanmu Heng's hand naturally supported An Qianchen's back and danced to the dance music. But the two of them began to jump very stiffly, mainly because An Qianchen was too nervous and accidentally stepped on Duanmu Heng's feet twice.

"Ahh When he stepped on Duanmu Heng's foot for the third time, An Qianchen lowered his head again and apologized awkwardly, feeling that he was really embarrassed.

Duanmu Heng smiled indifferently, and the words as warm as jade sounded from above An Qianchen's head: "Qianchen, don't be nervous. ”