Looking at Wang Yue's suspicious eyes, Murong Qingqing was so angry that she wanted to shoot Wang Yue for an hour and twenty-five minutes.

He was so angry that he used both hands and pulled Wang Yue's face hard. Even if Wang Yue shouted in pain, he refused to let go and said angrily: "Big sister, I have a brother-in-law, what do you do to me!"

"Big sister, please spare my life!" In order not to let his innocent face continue to be destroyed, Wang Yue quickly begs for mercy.

If it weren't for the wrong occasion, Murong Qingqing would definitely not give up, but at this time when celebrities gathered, he had to let Wang Yue go temporarily.

Jiang Rou walked over and sat next to Wang Yue with a faint fragrance, smiling and said, "Wang Yue, you are doing a pretty good job."

Jiang Rou thought that Wang Yue would be isolated, which led to Cheng Shaoling's trap and leaving the room with a suffocation. Unexpectedly, Wang Yue not only did not fall into the trap, but also standardized the time when the dance party was about to begin.

There are very few people who can make Cheng Shaoling defeated, and Wang Yue is one of them. Although it is just a small defeat, it is enough to make people proud. After all, the former is not a good deal.

"Wang Yue, I heard that you are very good at playing games, and you won the game with joy. Isn't that true?" Jiang Rou looked curious about the baby.

Wang Yue did not expect that Jiang Rou could understand the matter between him and Murong Qingqing. The people who could enter here all had great energy in Huacheng. It was not very difficult for these people to explore some information in the circulating information age, even some private news.

Jiang Rou was a little chattering, and Wang Yue didn't say a word. She said one after another: "Wang Yue, I can also play CrossFire. If the dance party is over, we will also compete. If I win, let Qingqing lend you to me for two days. If I lose, I will lose myself to you, okay?"

Wang Yue was helpless and deserved to be Murong Qingqing's friend. He also liked to joke like this. The reason why he and Murong Qingqing went further and further was not the joke-like bet between the two, but the trust in each other.

Murong Qingqing trusted Wang Yue, so she bet a big shot.

Wang Yue trusted Murong Qingqing, so he dared to hand over all the reserves to Murong Qing for preparation when fighting with Jiang Zhishui.

"Qiqing, yes, it's so good to make your little boy a fool. I told him so much, but he ignored me. Although I am not as beautiful as you, I am still a perfect beauty. Do you want to fail like this?"

Murong Qingqing smiled and said, "You don't understand."

"Even if I understand, I probably don't have as courage as you. I'm willing to give up for your little master..."

Jiang Rou originally wanted to say that Murong Qingqing was willing to spend so much money. For Wang Yue, she would sell her shares to fight Jian Zhongfeng for commercial war, but Murong Qingqing stopped him with her eyes. Jiang Rou seemed to understand something and did not continue to talk more.

Although the eye contact between Murong Qingqing and Jiang Rou was secret, it could not escape Wang Yue's eyes. He vaguely guessed that Murong Qingqing should have something to hide from him, as if he had done some help behind his back. However, since Murong Qingqing was unwilling to not talk about it, he did not continue to ask questions. Some things would naturally be known when they should know them.

"Everyone is quiet for a while, our dance party will begin soon. Before the dance party begins, Mr. Cheng Shaoling, the organizer of this dance party, will be invited to speak on stage. Everyone welcomes you with applause."

Xu Yiqing is also a very famous person in the entertainment industry, and there are occasionally rumors of being big-name. However, in such occasions, she only plays the job of a host. It is true that she is a very popular actor, but for many people present, celebrities are just tools they bring to make money for them.

Cheng Shaoling walked onto the stage, and his handsome appearance instantly made many young women look admiring. The reason why he abandoned Cheng Shaoling and pursued Murong Qingqing repeatedly failed. Whether it was his background or ability, Cheng Shaoling was a rare existence.

"First, I am very happy that everyone can participate in today's dance, and secondly, I am very honored to thank you for your arrival."

"What I want is men. Please take your female dance partner generously. Ladies should not be stingy with giving the men the opportunity to invite dances. Start today's dance party. In addition, there is a mysterious guest at this dance party. She may come and appear by your side at any time. Finally, I wish you all a happy time."

It’s not the kind of long-term speech. Cheng Shaoling’s words are very concise. He pursues a relaxed and cheerful atmosphere when attending a dance party, rather than listening to a speech that has been discussed. Cheng Shaoling did a very good job in this regard.

The dance floor area has soft music, and people with dance partners have already danced gently with their dance partners. Men without dance partners have begun to invite ladies present without dance partners, and many ladies are also waiting for the men's invitation.

The purpose of Cheng Shaoling held a dance was to have more intimate contact and communication with Murong Qingqing. However, he did not invite Murong Qingqing to dance. It was not that he did not invite him, but that he knew that the time was not yet. It was true that he liked to take the initiative, but he liked to attack with 100% reward rather than act recklessly.

At this moment, the obviously lively atmosphere suddenly became silent, and the men and women who had just started dancing also stopped temporarily. All eyes were entangled, either stunning, surprised, or shocked, and finally gathered on a woman wearing a silver dress.

The silver dress shines under the light, making her instantly the protagonist of the audience. The mermaid tail skirt, which has extremely high requirements for body shape, was dressed in a concave and concave manner.

She put a long black hair on the back of her head, revealing her slender and fair neck, her vermilion red lips slightly pursed, and a faint smile. Except for the bright light in the direction where Murong Qingqing was, the darkness in the rest of the place was pale.

Wang Yue was also surprised by the woman in a silver dress in front of him. He swears that he had never seen such a temperament and charming woman. She was like a noble lady, a famous lady, and more like a poison given to men by God. If you just look at it, you can't extricate yourself and fall deeply into the mature feminine feeling.

"Does it look good?" Murong Qingqing asked.

"It looks good!" Wang Yue said affirmatively.

"Do you have temperament?"

"have!"

“Is it beautiful?”

“Extremely beautiful!”

"Murong Qingqing looks good or she looks good?"

"Of course...it's beautiful!"
Chapter completed!