The empty red wine glass was placed casually on the table next to it, and the slender hand of plain white was lightly raised against the position of the abdomen, and the elbow was bent to leave a triangular empty space.

Lin Jiao watched the monarch's every move, and when she saw this scene, she bit her lower lip nervously, this action is generally an elegant gentleman's behavior to let the female companion hold her hand.

And when the monarch is doing this now, is he acquiescing that he can hold him?

Lin Jiao pressed the excitement in her heart, for fear of misunderstanding the meaning of the monarch and minister, so she didn't dare to step forward for a long time.

"Not leaving?"

The man's low and slightly cold voice sounded, his eyes gently swept his eyes at Lin Jiao, his side face was beautiful, and his thin lips were gently pursed.

With the words of the monarch, Lin Jiao's heart beat faster, she gently lifted the skirt of the fishtail, and walked towards the monarch and the minister with small steps.

Just this small act of lifting the skirt made Jun Chen's dark eyes overflow with a bit of unknown emotion.

This skirt was customized by him according to Gong Yan's body standard, a silver-white fishtail dress, and the position from the left shoulder to the chest was hand-embroidered with pearls.

The position of the waist is extraordinarily thin, and the waist is cinched from the inside in a concealed way, and it is not visible from the outside at all, as if it was done in one go from beginning to end, and the curvature of the skirt of the fishtail is extremely smooth, and it is covered with pearl fragments.

It looks like a mermaid leaping out of the sea, and it's incredibly beautiful.

Even when Junchen was designing this skirt, he could imagine in his mind the effect of Gong Yan's white and tender skin like a high-grade mutton fat jade, which would definitely be the eye-catching focus of the audience.

But now that the skirt is not on its owner, it only feels bland.

When Junchen's eyes fell on him, Lin Jiao subconsciously inhaled and tightened her abdomen.

Although her figure is also very slender, she does not have the perfect soft arc of Gong Yan. Gong Yan has slender limbs, and he is a dancer, and he has an excellent figure. Especially the waistline, which she can't crave at all.

God knows what a painful decision she made to put on this dress skirt, she wore a pair of xs size belly pants, and she had to inhale from time to time to make sure that this couture fishtail skirt would not deform!

At this moment, Junchen's eyes fell on her, and she held her breath tightly and didn't dare to spit it out.

Just when Lin Jiao raised her hand to hold the handsome man, Junchen suddenly stuffed his hand into the pocket of his trousers, walked downstairs with steps, and left Lin Jiao behind him and ignored it.

“……”

Looking at the back of Junchen leaving, Lin Jiao clenched her hands tightly, and her nails were deeply embedded in her palms without feeling pain.

She looked downstairs with a sideways face, Tang Mei was leaning on Chu Chen's side and receiving flattery and praise from all directions, and those flattering words may be false nine times out of ten.

But Lin Jiao is not blind, she can see that the amazement in those people's eyes is real.

One breath was blocked in the throat, not up or down, and the uncomfortable feeling surged up from the bottom of my heart to my eyes, and my sour eyes were red.

Gong Yan, you just have a better family background than me, why are you fighting with me!

Downstairs.

Tang Mei was used to seeing these false faces, and they said good things about themselves on their faces, but it was just because of the powerful identity background of the original owner.

I guess now they are all scolding themselves in their hearts for being a woman in the twilight, right?

But Tang Mei didn't care, she tilted her head slightly and leaned on Chu Chen's shoulder, and suddenly a shadow suddenly fell in front of her, and when she raised her eyes, she just met with those inky black eyes.