Chapter 137: Awkward Getting Together (7)
When he finally finalized the next business and was about to turn his head to look at the little woman next to him, he was stunned to find that she was gone.
The brows furrowed unconsciously, what's the matter, hasn't she stayed by his side all the time?
Damn, just a moment of effort, where did you go?
She shouldn't have anyone she knew at this banquet, and according to her temperament, she wouldn't run around, could it be that someone took her away?
The cup in his hand was clenched tightly, Casselfield frowned, looked around the crowd, and still didn't see Mu Xiaoran's figure, so he was a little flustered in his heart.
He couldn't tell where all this panic came from, and he wouldn't delve into this question at this moment, he just wanted to know where that woman had gone!
He didn't care about being polite to the old friend in front of him, he hurriedly took two steps forward, and looked around, but he didn't see the familiar figure. When I was irritable, I saw the corners of the water-blue clothes faintly peeking out of the crowd on the right.
Suddenly relieved in his heart, he walked a few steps to the other side, and saw a scene that stunned him.
Mu Xiaoran was sitting on a chair next to the long dining table, her expensive handbag was casually placed on the dining table, and she was gobbling it up. She held a macaron in her left hand and a cup in her right hand, filled with most of the cup of freshly squeezed orange juice. She pushed the expensive red wine aside, and several plates of meals and a large row of orange juice were laid out in front of her.
She ate so happily that she had completely forgotten about Cassifel's existence, and she didn't even look this way. Satisfied, he swallowed the macaron in his hand and sucked his fingertips, an action that made Casselfil's heart stop for a moment. Then she squinted contentedly, raised her glass to drink the orange juice, and subconsciously reached for another piece of pastry.
As soon as he looked up at the moment of drinking orange juice, Mu Xiaoran saw Cassif standing not far away. Because he is so dazzling, standing in the crowd casually, he still has a standout appearance that can be seen at a glance. And his eyes can really be called meaningful.
The big mouthful of orange juice that he was swallowing suddenly paused in his throat, Mu Xiaoran was nervous, and the piece of pastry he was holding in his hand also fell and happened to hit his skirt. She hurriedly stood up and shook her skirt, but when she breathed excitedly, the orange juice choked her nose.
This was really a very embarrassing encounter, Mu Xiaoran put down the cup and covered her mouth and coughed violently, and the people around her were far away from her. In the crowd of people who were moving away, Casifel walked over like a god.
Mu Xiaoran, who was coughing with tears in his eyes, barely raised his eyes to look at him, but saw him and said with a playful smile: "You can choke like this, have you not eaten for a long time?" ”
"No, no." Just coughed violently, and his breath was still a little uncomfortable, Mu Xiaoran took the half cup of water he handed over and drank it all, patted his chest, and glanced at him: "I was just careless." ”
With a smile, Cassif glanced at the three empty plates and two empty cups on the table, and raised his voice: "Oh? Is it also because you accidentally ate so much? ”
"......" Mu Xiaoran was speechless, half-lowered his eyes for a while, and said with insufficient confidence: "That's not it." It's just ......"
"Just what?" Cassefil crossed his arms and looked at her for a long time.