He Zhengxiao took Qiao Weihuan onto the dance floor, and the people around him were swept by his meaningless eyes, and unconsciously gave them a large space.

He Zhengxiao retracted his gaze, hugged Qiao Weihuan's thin waist, and his fingers seemed to be unintentionally lightly forced.

Qiao Weihuan blinked, put his other hand on He Zhengxiao's shoulder, and asked with a smile: "Weigh yourself last time, do you measure your waist circumference this time?" ”

The woman's eyelashes are long and thin, casting fan-shaped shadows under the eyes by the gorgeous light of warm yellow. When she bent her eyes, two pieces of black of similar color would sway gently, just like the butterflies dancing around her neck, silently agile and beautiful.

He Zhengxiao's arm was neither light nor heavy, Qiao Weihuan involuntarily approached him, so close that the two of them were almost close together, and their breathing was close at hand.

"There are very few women I have held, and you are the only one who has personally measured the waistline." He Zhengxiao laughed lowly, close to Qiao Weihuan's small ears, and said, "Your figure is as good as it looks." ”

Qiao Weihuan: "! ”

When I saw him a few years ago, he was drugged.

The last time I saw him, I wanted to talk about a serious matter.

In the car, there was a verbal teasing point.

So in fact, he is this style of painting?!

The man's breath slowly spread along the lines of his shoulders and neck, and Qiao Weihuan couldn't help but tilt his head, "Mr. He, I said last time that I have a fiancé." ”

The difference in height made Qiao Weihuan unable to see He Zhengxiao's expression, and she continued to remind with a smile: "Is it a bit unrespectful that you are flirting with me like this now?" ”

"Complimenting a lady is what every personable man should do." He Zhengxiao had a smile in his voice, but Qiao Weihuan clearly heard a little coldness, and pierced her ears unobstructed.

"Last time I asked you if we had met. Now, I'll give you a chance to re-answer. ”

The waltz being played by the band, with a cheerful tune and a clear rhythm.

He Zhengxiao lowered his eyes and saw that the woman's dark eyes became dazed, obviously in thought.

Then Qiao Weihuan missed a beat, his steps were chaotic, and his feet sank.

He Zhengxiao: "......"

Qiao Weihuan woke up instantly, and half-bent her eyes without apology at all, "Ah, I'm sorry, Mr. He." ”

She reluctantly retracted her foot and smiled a little innocently, "I'm not good at dancing, do you want to consider changing your dance partner?" ”

He Zhengxiao looked at her and smiled softly.

They were too close, only a few centimeters away, but Qiao Weihuan felt the vibration of his chest and his heartfelt smile.

"You always make me feel good, and I don't want to force you to answer anymore."

She heard He Zhengxiao's voice in her ear low as water, and the breath that spewed out was lingering and ambiguous.

It was so close that she even had the illusion that the right to breathe was about to be taken away.

Although Qiao Weihuan's face is comparable to the city wall, and he is good at pretending to be stupid, he has to blush a little now. She leaned back slightly, widening the distance between the two people, and just felt that her breathing was easier, when she suddenly found that the hands they were holding together had become ten fingers intertwined, and He Zhengxiao leaned down.

There was not much space because of He Zhengxiao's approach, and the powerful arms around his waist made it impossible for them to separate, Qiao Weihuan couldn't help but continue to lean back, his waist bent again and again, and his other free hand firmly attached to He Zhengxiao's shoulder.

The feeling of being about to land made Qiao Weihuan nervous, and when she turned her head, she saw that the ends of her brown hair had already touched the ground. Let He Zhengxiao continue, I'm afraid her waist will be broken.

"Mr. He." Qiao Weihuan's breathing became rapid, and she shouted in a low voice: "Dance is not like this!" ”

She didn't pay attention to the distance between the two people, and when she turned around, she found that the tip of He Zhengxiao's nose was almost attached to hers.

The other party's slightly cool lips were separated from her touch.

A little tingling spread from their lips, and in an instant there was no shadow.

Both of them were stunned.

Qiao Weihuan's eyes widened, and in the dark eyes, the outline of the man was not very clear.

He Zhengxiao's extremely oppressive movements stopped, the thick night under his eyes was surging, and the smile on the corner of his lips was a little more real, "Can you tell the truth now, huh?" ”

The posture of the two people is too ambiguous, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a simple dance, which immediately attracted the attention of many people.

Feeling more and more eyes gathered on his body, Qiao Weihuan gasped lightly and said hurriedly, "I have indeed seen you." Let me get up first, and I'll tell you all. ”

The lips in front of me are plump and full, delicate and seductive, and the light fragrance between opening and closing prompts infinite charming thoughts.

He Zhengxiao's Adam's apple rolled, and his voice became deeper and deeper, "I changed my mind." ”

“…… What the? ”

"You don't have to." He gradually drew closer to the reverie-inducing lips, and the hoarse voice was the lust/desire he did not want to suppress.

"Because, I'm going to kiss you."

Qiao Weihuan: "......"

She was shocked by He Zhengxiao's shamelessness, and the five fingers that climbed the man's shoulder and back were tightly clenched, grabbing a fold in his ironed formal suit. He Zhengxiao didn't seem to feel the strength on his back, and lowered his head without hesitation.

However, Qiao Weihuan turned his face slightly and dodged. His lips just brushed over, and a feather brushed lightly across Qiao Weihuan's lips.

Just at the end of the song, the crowd of onlookers did not know who took the lead in applauding, and the whistles that ridiculed them came and went.

The woman's eyebrows were faint, and the smile that had always hung on her face was put away. He Zhengxiao narrowed his eyes slightly, didn't maintain this intimate posture anymore, and helped Qiao Weihuan to get up.

Before Qiao Weihuan could stand firmly, he separated the intertwined hands of the two people. She smiled appropriately at the lively crowd around her, turned her head to look at He Zhengxiao, and asked him curiously in a voice that was neither light nor heavy: "Mr. He, are you sure you want to be a male junior?" ”

But no individual will have any good impression of the identity of the junior, especially for men with strong self-esteem.

He Zhengxiao looked at the light red at the end of her eyes, and was not stimulated by the "male junior", but laughed out loud.

"You're prettier when you're angry."

Qiao Weihuan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the dark of her eyes made the bright colors at the ends of her eyes thicker and thicker.

She's angry, and she's going to blow up!

She is not a diva, and she has no background behind her, but she has mixed well in the entertainment industry over the years, and she frequently brushes her face on the screen, so there are few people present who don't know her. Moreover, it is a well-known thing that she and Mosilin have a marriage contract, including her fans, who know that their goddess already has a master. Now, it doesn't matter if you dance with He Zhengxiao on the social field, but He Zhengxiao is so unscrupulous and careless, he wants to kiss her in front of everyone?

He Zhengxiao is not the character of Meng Lang who is frivolous, he will do this, it is nothing more than noticing something wrong in her.

Qiao Weihuan took a deep breath, continued to maintain her generous and decent image, and tried to stabilize her tone, "Mr. He, is there any time after the party is over?" ”

The waiter passed by with a tray, He Zhengxiao casually took a glass of champagne from the tray, held the transparent glass with his fingers steadily, and handed it to Qiao Weihuan slowly. Qiao Weihuan didn't even look at it, He Zhengxiao was not embarrassed, the curvature of the corners of his lips never changed, he withdrew his hand with elegant movements, and even took a sip of champagne from the glass, "The beautiful lady wants to invite me, of course I will have time." ”

Qiao Weihuan found that compared with He Zhengxiao, ordinary people couldn't win. She didn't waste any more words with him, and just said, "I'll see you at Exit C of the parking lot after the party, and I'll tell you what you want to know." ”

After speaking, Qiao Weihuan lowered his head and walked quickly through the gap in the crowd.

He Zhengxiao stared at her slightly hurried back, and after a while, he shook the glass slightly, and the golden wine was drunk by him.

……

In the lavishly decorated bathroom, the mirror is polished to the dust.

Qiao Weihuan stood in front of the sink, carefully washed her hands, and rinsed ten slender white fingers with the help of warm water. She washed it over and over again, and didn't stop until her hands became numb, rubbing her fingers stiffly while looking at her expressionless face in the mirror.

The person in the mirror is young and beautiful, but the natural clarity of the eyebrows and eyes has unconsciously transformed into a natural bright color. Even if she has been acting for so many years and has enough experience and skills, she can't play the kind of purity that she occasionally revealed eight years ago.

It is said that when a girl becomes a woman, her demeanor changes drastically.

And on that night eight years ago, not only her demeanor changed, but also her life, but He Zhengxiao didn't know.

Qiao Weihuan still remembers that night, He Zhengxiao was half-lying on the sofa, the arm on his forehead blocked his face, and in the quiet room, the sound of his heavy breathing could be heard clearly.

Qiao Weihuan saw him for the first time, and the trembling on his body couldn't stop. She stood at the doorway, looking at the long figure on the sofa, her clenched fist loosened little by little, revealing the white pill in her palm.

Qiao Weihuan was too young at that time, even if she had no way out and had to climb into He Zhengxiao's bed, she couldn't be completely not afraid. So, she shoved the medicine into her mouth, wanting to reduce her pain in the next process.

As a result, before the medicine worked, He Zhengxiao woke up.

The man on the sofa exhaled a long breath, his closed eyes opened, and he sensed that there was someone in the room while lowering his arm, so he slowly turned his head and looked at Qiao Weihuan.

At that time, He Zhengxiao was very young, and there was no greenness on his handsome face, only a compelling youth that could not be hidden, but a pair of eyes already had the depth of what they later were. Qiao Weihuan met his eyes, and an extremely heavy sense of oppression came to her face, making her feel as if she had fallen into the dark Mariana Trench in an instant, unable to breathe and unable to walk an inch.

Qiao Weihuan was scared, and she had the irrepressible urge to run away, but her feet were like being locked by He Zhengxiao's sight, and she couldn't move at all.

Then she saw the man sit up from the couch, get up again, and walk towards her.