His attitude is not particularly cold, but it is not as affectionate as in the past.

Bu Yanxi let out a soft "oh", and for a moment all the prepared words rushed to her throat, and she wanted to ask but didn't know how to ask.

At this moment, the lights of the central stage "snapped" on, the lights of the main banquet hall dimmed suddenly, and the crystal lamps at the four corners of the zenith were lit up, and everyone's eyes were attracted to it.

In bursts of applause, Rong Huaming walked to the central government in a well-dressed manner to deliver a speech.

Bu Yanxi turned her head and quietly looked at the boy next to her. The various lights of the zenith, through the fine dust, cast a vague light and shadow on his face.

As if sensing something, he turned his head to look at her, but she lowered her head evasively a second before their eyes were about to meet, and then took a small sip of the wine in her hand to hide the depression in her heart.

The sweet, astringent and bitter taste is her least favorite taste, but at this moment, she didn't taste anything.

She didn't listen to what the man on the stage said, she only felt that her eyes were getting more and more trance-like, and her feet were fluttering, as if she might faint at any time.

When Bu Yanxi realized this, she didn't have much consciousness left.

She twisted her arm hard to sober herself up, and as she pushed back, trying to find the bathroom to wash her face with cold water.

It was about dim light, and the guests were listening intently to Rong Huaming's speech, and her slightly staggering figure did not attract too much attention, except for some people who had originally paid attention to her.

Suddenly, Bu Yanxi felt that she had stepped on something, and her already unstable body suddenly rushed forward, but the unexpected pain did not come, and a pair of powerful arms wrapped around her.

The moment her heart relaxed, a deeper dizziness hit her, she tried to open her eyes, trying to see who was holding her, but her eyes were blurry, only a pair of familiar eyes faintly appeared, there seemed to be surprise and hesitation.

Subconsciously, she regarded the person in front of her as Ming Yuyan.

"Why don't you reply to my message......"

Bu Yanxi muttered, her soft hands wrapped around his neck, and her head tilted unconsciously, and then rubbed on the side of his neck, leaving a trace that seemed to be a kiss but not a kiss.

There was no trace, with a drunken hot breath, almost instantly, the boy who was kissed by this stiffened, and the trembling sensation was clearly transmitted from the sensitive side of the neck to the perceptual nerves, and the white skin was hot and itchy to the point of heartbeat after a moment of paralysis.

By this time, the spotlight had moved from the center of the stage to them.

Seeing the two people who were almost hugging and intimacy, the surrounding guests were quiet for a moment.

It was the housekeeper next to him who was the first to react and pulled the drunken girl away from the arms of his young master.

"Is this Young Master Rong's girlfriend? Why haven't you seen it before? ”

"I don't know, I can't see my face......"

Hearing the whispers around him, Rong Sang stabilized his mind, and said calmly to the housekeeper in a voice that everyone around him could hear, "My classmate is drunk, you can send someone to send her back first." He tried to be as polite as he could, as if the hug was just an accident before he was ready to go on stage.

In fact, it was just an accident.

"I'll send her back."

At the same time, Ming Yuyan walked over at some point, took the girl from the Rong family's housekeeper, and glanced at Rong Sang with a clear gaze.

At first glance, it seems to contain many things.

However, Rong Sang walked straight and slowly towards the center of the stage, avoiding his gaze just right.