Standing in front of the slowly high steps, the bright and dazzling lights reflected at the entrance of the high place not far away, like the white sun, like a new sun bringing a new sun.

Meng Yao stretched out her white and lustrous fingers to gently lift the swaying skirt, her delicate little mouth hooked her lips and smiled, and her slender legs jumped on the obsidian smooth marble steps, forming a bright black and white color with the obsidian marble steps.

On the top floor of the hotel, the dinner party among the flowers is beautiful and dreamlike, as if you have come to the fairytale kingdom of your childhood dreams, with bright colors and twinkling stars in the sky.

The crowd that was still noisy, with the arrival of a pale green figure, the hand holding the wine glass was stunned in mid-air, his pupils shrunk, and his lips and teeth moved.

Transparent high-heeled sandals reveal the owner's lovely round toes with reddish toes, a pale green long skirt tied up, draped in a light transparent white sand coat, revealing a graceful neck and a collarbone as smooth as a good jade, and the skirt is pleated, swaying in the air with the owner's steps.

The bright moonlight poured down on her, the silver-white brilliance flowed with her figure, her steps were soft and graceful, and her long hair was lazily draped over her round shoulders.

The cheeks of the goose and duck eggs are dyed with a layer of pink, the small and delicate little mouth smiles at the corners of the mouth, and a pair of wet apricot eyes are printed with a silvery moonlight, which is beautiful like an angel who has strayed into the mortal world.

Who is not willing to break this beautiful side with a voice, for fear of disturbing this delicate angel, for a while the atmosphere is quiet and can only hear the sound of crisp high heels stepping on the ground.

Meng Yao looked at everyone looking at her stunned expressions, the corners of her mouth hooked a faint smugness, and her heart became more and more looking forward to Qiao Mohan tonight.

When the reporters of the major newspapers saw this scene, they quickly raised the camera of their mobile phones after coming back to their senses, looking for the best angle and taking pictures of it.

As the figure of the beauty passed by, and there was only a faint smell of perfume in the air, the general man came back to his senses and couldn't help but discuss it secretly.

"Who is this beauty? Why haven't you seen it before? ”

"I don't know, it's the first time I've seen it today, it's so amazing, I can't stop being moved."

Someone seemed to recognize it and said: "This seems to be a gold medal lawyer in the law firm building who has just returned from overseas, named Meng Yao." ”

After this person mentioned this, everyone will be full of memories of the hot people who were reported by major newspapers some time ago, but the gap between the photo and myself is too big.

Although she is also beautiful and elegant in the newspaper, she is not worth mentioning compared to the person she has just met, no wonder she can't recognize it for a while.

"Is there such a beautiful woman with outstanding ability?"

"Mr. Zhao, is this moved?" The man on the side listened to the other man's words of praise and said teasingly.

"Didn't Mr. Zhang? I don't believe it. The other man teased back.

The two men both saw the meaning in each other's eyes, and couldn't help but smile similarly, touching the wine glass in their hands, and it goes without saying that they both felt like a mirror in their hearts.

Meng Yao walked on this flowery dinner, a pair of beautiful eyes eagerly looking for Qiao Mohan's figure in the crowd, such a beauty, there are also many people who are budding to talk.

Meng Yao smiled one by one and easily solved it, the purpose of her coming today was not to attract this group of ordinary people! Beneath the polite smile is the disdain for these people.

However, Meng Yao walked several laps in this huge garden dinner, but still did not find Qiao Mohan's figure, and the eagerness in her beautiful eyes became more and more intense.

The later it gets, seeing that the dinner party is coming to an end, people slowly leave the venue one after another, and Meng Yao sends away a group of flies around him from time to time.

After walking on 10 cm high heels for most of the day, her beautiful legs began to be sore and tired, and Meng Yao had no choice but to find a place where no one was to rest.

Bending down, Meng Yao rubbed her sore calves, but her beautiful eyes unintentionally caught a glimpse of a touch of silver-white clothes exposed in the grass, Meng Yao quickly put down her skirt and got up to check.

On a spacious sofa in between, a tall and slender figure was leaning crookedly and lazily on the soft sofa, his eyes were closed with thick and slender eyelashes, and his handsome face was dyed with an abnormal flush.

Meng Yao's heart suddenly skipped a beat, the person resting on this sofa was the person she had been looking for all night-Qiao Mohan, she didn't expect to be drunk and hide in this inconspicuous place, no wonder she couldn't find it after looking for so long.

Meng Yao walked over, squatted down, and shook gently and shouted, "Mo Han? Mo Han? Why are you sleeping here? ”

There was a clear and beautiful voice in his ears, Qiao Mohan, who was disturbed to rest, his good-looking brows wrinkled slightly, and he stretched out his hand impatiently, and his brows stretched out again after he was silent.

Meng Yao was helpless, looking at Qiao Mohan, who was close at hand, with an unguarded sleeping face, his gaze slowly moved down, and he landed on the beautiful thin lips.

A picture flashed in his mind, Meng Yao put his hand on his chest that was beating wildly, leaned forward slightly, and looked at the sleeping man's face in fascination.

The red lips smeared with delicate colors slowly approached the thin lips that were lightly pursed, and at the moment when they were about to touch it, the closed eyes in front of them suddenly opened, causing Meng Yao to retreat violently and fall to the ground in embarrassment.

Qiao Mohan staggered to his feet, muttering something softly in his mouth, his slender legs and some weak steps, in the words of others, he was an embarrassed drunkard, but this weak and unsteady step was as lazy and casual as a catwalk by Qiao Mohan.

Seeing that the makeup couldn't take care of her embarrassment, Meng Yao hurriedly got up and followed, her weak arms supported Qiao Mohan, and asked softly, "Mo Han?" Do you have discomfort there? Mo Han, I'll send you back, right? ”

The arm that was tightly dragged by Meng Yao made Qiao Mohan a little unhappy, and he twitched hard, but he drank too much and his whole body was weak, and the world was spinning in front of him, but he always remembered someone in his heart, and muttered: "Go home, shallow, still waiting for me." ”

After Meng Yao, who was worried, approached Qiao Mohan, he finally heard his murmur clearly, the moment Qiao Mohan spit out Lin Qian's name, the melancholy on his face instantly turned hideous, and his good-looking eyes were full of unwillingness.

Qiao Mohan exuded a strong smell of wine beside him, and after looking at the many reporters who had not yet left, Meng Yao seemed to have seen something, and his unwilling expression slowly overflowed into a sly smile.

The body gradually pressed towards Qiao Mohan, and a pair of jade kisses were on Qiao Mohan's wrists, his expression was full of worry, and from time to time he whispered softly to his feet.