Ling Qingyu's goosebumps were about to rise, looking at Yin Jiachen's handsome face, he couldn't say a word, he could only bury his face deep into that familiar chest.

"Hehe, father-in-law, I'll take Qingyusu to rest first, and I'll take her home to visit you another day!" A cold voice, with an unmistakable charm.

Ji Zexi's eyes were about to fall, he kept breathing, his chest rose and fell, and it seemed that he couldn't get up lightly. Then Ling Qingyu was hugged by Yin Jiachen and left, and his body couldn't move, so he could only let Yin Jiachen fiddle.

"Let go of me!" Ling Qingyu resisted softly while struggling, but in exchange for his tighter confinement.

Ling Qingyu was hugged by Yin Jiachen and passed by Ji Zexi, she lowered her head and didn't look at the injury in Ji Zexi's eyes. "Qingyu ......" When Ling Qingyu left, she could vaguely hear Ji Zexi looking at her back unwillingly and shouting.

She lowered her eyebrows, her heart was very uncomfortable, her eyebrows wrinkled tightly, and Yin Jiachen on the side looked down with a sinking face and looked at the little woman in her arms who had been distracted, thinking about others.

"What are you thinking?" Suddenly, Yin Jiachen's magnetic voice floated over, and Ling Qingyu, who was in a trance, seemed to hear a call from afar, and his voice pulled her back to her senses.

She raised her eyes to look at the dark-faced man in front of her, her sexy thin lips tightly pursed into a slit.

"Huh? What the? No, nothing? Ling Qingyu couldn't stand Yin Jiachen's gaze, and quickly looked away again and lowered his head as if to escape.

A sneer tugged at the corner of Yin Jiachen's mouth: "What? Reluctant? The words were yin and yang, and Ling Qingyu suddenly burst into words, "What are you talking about?" Then he vigorously broke free of him.

Yin Jiachen also let go, didn't want to continue to maintain his posture, and let Ling Qingyu escape. Maybe it was Ling Qingyu leaving, so he felt that his chest was empty, and he didn't have a sense of existence.

Ling Qingyu felt a dark shadow in front of her, and a powerful aura had already attacked her. "Oh, woman! Let me tell you, no matter what happens, you will always have the label of Yin Jiachen on your body! You can't escape! It's just me! ”

Ling Qingyu's back was pushed tightly against the smooth and golden wall, and Yin Jiachen was pressed on her body, the posture between them was particularly ambiguous, and her nose was completely masculine exclusively for Yin Jiachen.

"I ...... You let go of me! You're hurting me! Ling Qingyu struggled, at this moment she was knocked by Yin Jiachen, and at the same time, her hands were controlled by his big palm and held above her head, this posture had the taste of humiliation.

"Huh! Let go of you? I'm going to punish you well! Yin Jiachen was already getting closer as he spoke, and Ling Qingyu could feel his hard chest clinging to the bare skin outside her skirt.

Ling Qingyu was a little scared, this is a public place, although there is no one here now, but there is no guarantee that people will suddenly come! She doesn't want it, she doesn't want to be at his mercy like a slut!

"I don't want it! No...... Whining. Ling Qingyu was still just a woman after all, and she couldn't help crying when she struggled to no avail.

Yin Jiachen's kiss was hot and moist against the skin of her collarbone up to her neck, and suddenly he heard the helpless cry of the little woman under him, he paused all his movements and left her body.

Ling Qingyu's little face was already full of tears, it was rare to see her like this, and Yin Jiachen's heart was so distressed that he couldn't breathe for a while.

He stretched out his trembling hand to hold Ling Qingyu's little face, and whispered, "Okay, okay, don't cry......"

Yin Jiachen took off the expensive coat he was wearing and draped it directly on Ling Qingyu's thin shoulders, Ling Qingyu saw that Yin Jiachen finally let go of her, and the hand that was raised above his head was also released.

But her tears still fell uncontrollably, why did everyone bully me, no one really asked my opinion, at the mercy of others......

Ling Qingyu twisted his face away angrily, he didn't look at Yin Jiachen, he hadn't met anyone in the mall, but now he was at a loss, Ling Qingyu was crying, how could he coax him to stop?

"That's it, that's it! Don't cry, I'll never do it again next time, okay? Yin Jiachen said awkwardly as he promised, but his voice was still extremely stiff, as if Ling Qingyu was forcing him to do something reluctant.

Ling Qingyu didn't believe his nonsense, she tried to calm down, "I want to go back." Only these words were confided in Yin Jiachen.

Yin Jiachen knew that Ling Qingyu still had a grudge against him in his heart, and the knot between them could not be opened in a day or two.

"Mm-hmm, but before we go back, let's go for a dance first!" Yin Jiachen knew that Ling Qingyu actually liked dancing very much in his heart, so he wanted to dance with her this time.

Ling Qingyu didn't expect Yin Jiachen to suddenly invite her to dance, "Dance, what dance?" Her words were still choked, but Yin Jiachen was not as rough as before, at this time he gently stroked her face and gently wiped away the tears for her with his fingertips.

"Hehe, you go, you'll know." Then he took Ling Qingyu to the center of the banquet, and Ling Qingyu looked at the golden hall, where pianists and violinists and various musical instruments were playing for the people on the dance floor!

Ling Qingyu's eyes couldn't help but light up, yes, in fact, she had a kind of yearning for dance, she also learned dance when she was a child, but after something happened, she didn't dance much again, and she didn't have the courage to dance again.

Thinking of this, Ling Qingyu took his arm out of Yin Jiachen's palm, "No, I don't want to jump!" There was stubbornness in his eyes.

Yin Jiachen had a faint smile on his face, and under the light of the lights, the whole person looked even more luxurious and charming. "It's okay, there's me!" He had obviously seen the light in Ling Qingyu's eyes, and although it quickly dimmed, he still caught it.

Ling Qingyu's hand was once again held in the palm of Yin Jiachen's domineering hand, I don't know why listening to Yin Jiachen's magnetic and low words, her originally flustered heart instantly firmed, and there was only peace in her heart.

She looked at Yin Jiachen's obsidian-like eyes, and the love in her heart was still stirred up by him, and the ripples continued.

“……”

Yin Jiachen took Ling Qingyu's soft-stemmed gentleman and led her to the center of the dance floor, a place where thousands of people watched! As soon as they appeared, the music changed to a beautiful piano and violin ensemble, and the people changed their dance.