I didn't think about it before, but I don't know how in the past two months, every time she is paired with Mo Qiqi, Ye Weiya always has a kind of depression that she is eaten to death by the other party and can't resist.

After casually finding one or two topics and saying a few words, Ye Weiya's mobile phone came with a text message, she lowered her head and glanced at it, and then raised her head to look at the tall man beside her.

"I have something to do, you can talk."

The clubhouse was lit with colored lights, but the light was a little dim, and the whole seemed to be shrouded in a layer of mist.

It's quite meaningful.

Rong Sheng narrowed her eyes slightly, followed Ye Weiya's figure, and saw her walking through the crowd and walking directly towards the elevator.

The feet, not very moving, stepped back.

Rong Sheng just wanted to follow.

Outcome......

"Can I invite you to a dance?"

The man's slender white hand stretched out, making an inviting motion.

Listening to his obviously lowered voice, Rong Sheng raised his lips slightly, but his tone was very cold, "Sorry, no." ”

"You're not ......"

"What's not?" Rong Sheng tried to look at him, but the man lowered his eyes, deliberately avoiding the opportunity to look at her.

"Have we met before, gentleman?"

The man shook his head, "No." ”

Want to pretend to be mysterious? Rong Shang smiled ruthlessly.

"Really? But I think you're familiar. ”

Familiar?

Her entire face was obscured by a mask, and she didn't feel familiar from it.

The man pursed his lips and pretended to be calm, but for some reason, at this time, he smelled the fragrance on her body that made him feel very familiar, and his heart was pounding.

"You must have recognized the wrong person." His outstretched hand was still in mid-air, and there was no tendency to retract it, "Can I invite you to a dance?" ”

He had already invited her twice, Rong Sheng lowered her eyes and glanced at her, and finally her red lips opened lightly, and her tone was indifferent, "I'm sorry." ”

"Why?" He seemed a little surprised.

Rong Sheng glanced up and down at him with a cold gaze, and said, "Unfortunately, you happen to be the type I hate the most. ”

“……”

Turning sideways, Rong Shang prepared to leave.

The man's voice came again, "Can I chase you?" ”

Is it possible to forget the past and start over?

Rong Shang doesn't know if most people are like this.

When you get it, you don't cherish it, and when you lose it, you look at it and chase it.

This is really a slap in the face, the past that was once high.

Raising his lips and sneering, Rong Sheng looked sideways, and his sharp gaze pressed directly at the face behind his mask, "Xiao Ce, is it interesting?" ”

"Do you think that's interesting?"

Her sarcastic tone came, and Xiao Ce's body stiffened.

She got it?

She had already seen it?

I can't tell if he was nervous or excited, but at this moment, Xiao Ce had to admit that he was moved by what Ye Weiya told him that day.

He even looked forward to the fact that in just over a month or two, he would not be able to completely clear Mo Qiqi's past affection for him.

So he bravely took the first step, hoping that she would be able to turn back.

"Seventy-seven, I ......"

Nervous, Xiao Ce clenched his fists and took a small step forward, "I apologize to you for the past." ”

"Actually, your approach was too extreme at that time, and I was a little scared, that's why—"

"If you can, you should continue to hate it." Ignoring what he said, Rong Sheng directly interrupted him.

Xiao Ce was stunned for a moment, he hesitated, but he was extremely anxious, "Seven-"

Not even letting him utter a single name completely, Rong Sheng walked directly towards the crowd.

In an instant, Xiao Ce's face changed.