Gong Ji glanced at the little woman who was coquettish beside her, and she couldn't give her own promise. What she can't do, she doesn't want to boast about Haikou easily, that will hurt the people who care about her.

"Why don't you speak?Do you want to run away silently again?!" Mi Xiaojia glared at Gong Ji angrily and asked in a cold voice, feeling that this possibility was very high, this is what Gong Ji likes to do.

"You be quiet, ah, Shaobai is back. Gong Ji looked at the person who came and greeted him happily.

Tang Shaobai went to the bathroom, and came back just in time at this moment, which could help her block Mi Xiaojia's urgent marking.

Tang Shaobai looked at the delicate and lovely Gong Ji, and his eyes were as bright as water. He couldn't help but lightly imprint a kiss on Gong Xi's smooth forehead.

Gong Ji was stunned, but Tang Shaobai would make such a move. Her subconscious movement was to look in the direction of Los Angeles, and coincidentally, Los Angeles was looking at her, even though there was a sea of people between her and him, she could still feel the murderous aura emanating from Los Angeles's eyes.

Gong Ji hurriedly diverted her gaze, and she had the illusion that she was caught raping. God knows, she is now Tang Shaobai's wife, and Luo Cheng is Lisa's husband, and there is no legal constraint between them, let alone an emotional burden.

"Hey, can you dance with me?" Tang Shaobai's gentle voice sounded in Gong Xi's ears.

Gong Ji smiled, and she suddenly remembered that she had never danced with Tang Shaobai. This may be the first time, and it will be the last.

Sadly, she never seemed to have danced with L.A.

When Tang Shaobai led her to slide onto the dance floor, her eyes unconsciously searched for the figure of Los Angeles.

L.A. and Lisa were talking and laughing with the guests, but L.A. was chasing her as if she were nothing. She still wanted to see the real thing, but she was brought into the crowd by Tang Shaobai.

"Hi, when will you be able to put me in your eyes?" Tang Shaobai's voice was like a spring, like a light song in a warm night.

Gong Ji avoided Tang Shaobai's eyes, and when she turned her eyes, she saw Luo Cheng leading Lisa onto the dance floor.

"I'm not forcing you, I'm just wondering if I have a chance. Hi, can you give me a little encouragement? Even a little bit can make me feel more confident. Tang Shaobai slowed down his dance steps, picked up Gong Xi's snow palate, and his deep eyes were full of expectation.

Gong Ji was a little embarrassed, not because of how to answer, but because of how to express the truth in order to minimize the damage to Tang Shaobai.

While she was pondering how to phrase it, he was suddenly dragged to the side, and when she came back to her senses, she was already in the arms of another familiar man. Even when she closed her eyes, she knew who this person was.

"You've never danced with me, it's not fair. Laura said, his head resting heavily on her shoulders and muttering childishly.

Gong Ji was at a loss, and only felt the strange eyes projected on her and Luo Cheng around her.

Tonight is the wedding ceremony of Los Angeles and Lisa, so many celebrities, and the groom of Los Angeles touches everyone's nerves.

Lisa's resentful gaze made her feel like a third party who had robbed her man. At this time, she is not allowed to be emotional.

Even though, she and L.A. really didn't have the opportunity to dance such a dance in front of such a large public. It was their first and possibly last dance.