"Dead Three-Eight ......"

"Dead Sissy ......"

"Dead sissy!"

"Dead Three-Eight Dead Three-Eight ......"

"Dead Three-Eight !!"

......

Tini began to fight the three curly-haired women again.

Ye Lanxi shrugged indifferently, stood behind Tini, and turned slightly sideways.

She casually took a glass of red wine from the tray in the hands of the waiter who was holding the tray.

Inadvertently, he raised his eyes and glanced at the man's camp five meters away, and his gaze accurately met the gaze of Ye Chenxi's cheap brother again.

Ye Chenxi was holding a glass of champagne, with a slender and straight figure, standing like a pine bamboo.

When he looked at Ye Lanxi's eyes that he had inadvertently skimmed, he hooked his lips slightly and smiled lightly, his expression meaningful.

He raised his hand slightly, raised the champagne in his hand, and signaled to Ye Lanxi.

Ye Lanxi, who was on the other side, would smile shallowly, raise his glass and make a gesture of "salute", and then brought the red wine in his hand to his lips, took a sip, and put the cup back on the tray in the hand of the waiter who was standing respectfully on the side.

-

After the woman drew lots, the host came down with the microphone, walked to the man's camp, took the hand of the man's brother one by one to look at the number plates, and read out the number plates one by one.

In the number plate read by the host, the woman who just won the paper sign of the right number in the women's camp walked out of the camp, and walked out of the middle five meters in the open space with the man's corresponding number plate number into the ballroom arranged in the castle.

......

"Eight, eight!" The host stood beside Ye Chenxi, holding the microphone and calling loudly: "Who drew the eighth, which lady drew the eighth, please stand up and claim your 'temporary' boyfriend tonight......"

The little humor of this host can always easily make people laugh.

"Wow, who will it be, I am fortunate to be able to 'spend a good night' with our Mr. Ye tonight......"

"That's right, I don't know which beauty will win the lottery of No. 8. ”

"I hope it's not a dinosaur, poof......"

Several playboys standing next to Ye Chenxi gathered in front of Ye Chenxi and joked.

These playboys who make fun of people are friends of Ye Chenxi.

Ye Chenxi listened to their words, tilted his face slightly, and swept his gaze faintly.

Receiving his cold eyes with a slight warning, the playboys who were still discussing which woman would be a match for him and what that woman looked like obediently closed their mouths and silently retreated behind him.

At this time, the host continued with the microphone again: "No. 8, our No. 8, was drawn by the young lady opposite? Which young lady, please stand up and claim your 'boyfriend'......"

Over there.

The women's camp has exploded.

Tonight, many women want to match Ye Chenxi.

Many of them have heard of the name of Ye Chenxi, a young, handsome, and golden, cold and ascetic president.

It's a pity that none of these women who want to match Ye Chenxi with a pair have drawn the No. 8 lottery in their hands.

-

Tini and the three curly-haired women stopped scolding at this point.

When he heard the host shouting "No. 8 came out to claim his boyfriend", he subconsciously turned his head and looked in the direction of Ye Lanxi's location.