Ling Qingyu was still a little scared, her legs under her waist were slightly weak, and she looked at the various swaying postures on the dance floor, and retreated, "I...... Forget it, I'm tired and want to go back and rest."

But before she finished speaking, Ling Qingyu felt dizzy in her whole head, Yin Jiachen had already pulled him to spin, Ling Qingyu exclaimed: "Ah! I ......"

Yin Jiachen saw the fear in Ling Qingyu's eyes, and then he directly put one hand around her waist, and the other hand held her hand tightly.

She felt a gentle whisper in her ear: "Don't be afraid, there is me!" After saying that, Yin Jiachen's mood was happy, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he was already dancing with Ling Qingyu's body.

Ling Qingyu followed a little awkwardly, she was still very entangled, "But, I can't jump." "It's like a child who has done something wrong, with his head bowed, embarrassed to watch the people around him dance.

Yin Jiachen didn't respond to Ling Qingyu, he gave the musical accompaniment a look, and then the music instantly became dynamic. Almost at the same time, Ling Qingyu felt that her own pace had begun to follow Yin Jiachen.

Gradually, Ling Qingyu only had Yin Jiachen alone in his eyes, and his tall body looked extremely dazzling in the light.

"Huh?" Suddenly, Ling Qingyu felt that she stepped on an unknown object under her feet, and at the same time, seeing Yin Jiachen's dancing figure pause slightly, she subconsciously looked at her feet.

"Oh my God!" She's wearing what she wears on her feet! And that heel can be said to be so thin that it can't be imagined, if you step on someone else's foot, you can imagine the pain!

Ling Qingyu suddenly looked up at Yin Jiachen after thinking about it, but his face was still unfazed, still with a faint smile.

"You...... Doesn't it hurt? Asked softly about concern, but Yin Jiachen was already continuing to dance with her, like a nobody. Be attentive. Everybody is watching! Listening to Yin Jiachen's words, Ling Qingyu only came out of his own world at this time.

Why did she only have Yin Jiachen in her eyes before? She shook her head vigorously, her eyes subconsciously looked around, it was okay not to look, this look, her throat couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

At the banquet, I don't know when, they all came over to watch Yin Jiachen dance with her, but the people who were dancing on the dance floor together all knew each other and retreated.

"This, what's going on!" Ling Qingyu couldn't help but mutter, the surprise in her heart was not panicked. And just when she felt that she couldn't be embarrassed in front of everyone, she stepped on an unknown object under her feet again.

Ling Qingyu's cold sweat still broke out, she looked at Yin Jiachen and the man directly hugged her by the waist, and spun in place, her skirt formed a flowering appearance in the process of turning, like a beautiful blue flower fairy dancing lightly in the night.

Finally, this was the last action, Ling Qingyu stood still under Yin Jiachen's arm, the two looked at each other, unable to move away for a long time, until the deafening applause in his ears sounded, which pulled Ling Qingyu back to reality.

Her eyes woke up like a dream, and she hurriedly got up from Yin Jiachen's arm and stood firm, and everyone applauded, "Okay!" It's beautiful, it's dancing so good! ”

"Yes, yes! It's really good, Miss Ling and Mr. Yin are still a good match. ”

Everyone talked about it, some people in the crowd appreciated it, and naturally some people slandered it, Ling Ziyu looked at Ling Qingyu who was sought after by everyone on the dance floor at this time, her hand was tightly clenched into a fist, and she didn't feel pain when the sharp nails she had just made sank into her palm.

This position was meant to belong to me, why? Ling Qingyu, what kind of thing is this woman of you, wait! I'll make you look good! Ling Ziyu was vicious again in his heart, and after Ling Qing said something, he shook his head vigorously and turned to leave.

While Ling Qingyu in the crowd felt a sudden cool wind coming, her body was slightly swaying, she frowned and looked at it, her eyes fixed on Ling Ziyu's back as she pushed aside the sea of people and left.

"See what?" Yin Jiachen saw that he was distracted, followed her gaze and asked at the same time.

"It's nothing ......" Ling Qing responded without being salty, Yin Jiachen took her hand and left the dance floor, and as soon as she came out, a group of people were ready to come over and pat themselves.

Yin Jiachen didn't give them a chance, and directly raised his voice coldly and politely and said, "Everyone continue to play, I'll take Mrs. back first, Mrs. is a little unwell." Then he ignored anyone's response, and directly pulled her to the door of the banquet with his long legs.

Ling Qingyu looked at Yin Jiachen's body in front of her, their hands were tightly clasped together, she couldn't help but fall into deep thought, her mood was very complicated, the happiness when Yin Jiachen took her to dance just now was still vivid.

"Ah, hmm." Ling Qingyu put his hand on his forehead and rubbed it gently, it should have been red there! Why is this man's back so hard! It's like a stone wall.

Ling Qingyu's voice was a little complaining, "Why did it stop suddenly?" And Yin Jiachen naturally felt her little head hit his back.

Yin Jiachen came back to China, looked at Ling Qingyu and saw her covering her forehead, "Does it hurt?" Let me see! After that, the warm touch of the big palm spread from the forehead to the whole body.

"Hehe, Mrs. Yin and Mr. Yin are still very affectionate!" A woman's ridiculous voice came, Ling Qingyu looked over, the woman was wearing a one-piece red hip-wrapping long skirt, the back was an inverted V style, and her snow-white skin was exposed to the air, she was indeed a beauty.

Yin Jiachen ignored the beauty, but stared at Ling Qingyu's forehead with a serious expression. "It's okay, just go back and apply some medicine." He rubbed it with his hands, already kneading the bruises with great skill.

"Uh-huh." I don't know why, I obviously told her that I couldn't care, but Ling Qingyu's voice still sounded muffled, and my heart felt a little swollen when I looked at such a stunning beauty.

She turned her face away a little angrily, and Yin Jiachen's palm fell into the air, only the presence of air. And at this time, the bewitching woman behind her continued to speak up, "Mr. Yin, why don't you pay attention to others?" ”

Ling Qingyu looked at the woman in front of him blocking in front of Yin Jiachen, no wonder he would suddenly stop. The woman's curious gaze was no longer on Yin Jiachen's body, but turned to Ling Qingyu.

Feeling the woman in red looking up and down, she smiled inexplicably after that, which made Ling Qingyu a little uncomfortable. "Hehe, this is the Mrs. Yin I've always heard of? Sure enough, it's better to see than to hear, hehe. ”