President Daddy is too difficult to deal with

Ye Wanwan still had doubts in her heart, but she didn't ask any more questions, thinking that she would ask Quan Tingmo again when she went back at night.

She didn't intend to let go of her curiosity, that look in her eyes still gave her goosebumps when she recalled it now, but she couldn't ask now.

The banquet was still going on. Quan Tingmo's second uncle seemed to like the palace style. There were retro chandeliers hanging around the hall, gathering everything together to form a circle of light and projecting it in the center of the hall.

The light hadn't been turned on when I went to the bathroom just now, but it was already fully lit at this moment, and a symphony sounded in the hall. Quan Tingmo's second uncle didn't intend to go up, but turned his head and looked in Quan Tingmo's direction.

The meaning is obvious, being invited to dance the first dance obviously represents the importance the protagonist attaches to that guest.

Quan Tingmo nodded slightly, and walked towards Ye Wanwan through the crowd.

Accompanying his figure, what continued to rush over was a series of gazes.

The retro lights cast gorgeous spots of light all around, Quan Tingmo came stepping on the light and shadow, the jet black suit revealed a faint halo, his face was hidden in the shadow, and his cold eyes stared straight at her, Little by little.

Obviously, she had met many people, but at that moment, Ye Wanwan suddenly heard a beating sound like a drum in her ears, it was her heartbeat.

He held out his hand to her, with devotion and concern.

The two went to the middle of the hall together and danced the first dance of the night.

"Can you dance?"

Quan Tingmo's warm breath was against her ears, making Ye Wanwan's neck itchy. With so many people watching, she was embarrassed to tilt her head, but just smiled, and the words that came out of her mouth were a little gnashing of teeth.

"Who can't dance!"

Quan Tingmo looked at the woman in front of him like a kitten with fried hair, held back his smile, gently pinched her delicate waist, and joked, "Really."

Ye Wanwan was so angry that she wanted to curse, but this man was molesting her in front of so many people, but she couldn't move at all. She wanted to pinch his shoulders, but found that his muscles were so tight that he couldn't pinch at all. move.

Some angry.

The music continued and the two started dancing.

The combination of handsome men and beautiful women, together with the names of President Quan and his wife, naturally became the biggest attraction of the night.

Ye Wanwan learned ballroom dancing a long time ago, so it is not difficult to dance, and the streamer decoration on the long skirt makes it even more moving.

The surrounding discussions were covered by the music, Ye Wanwan's heart calmed down a little bit, her eyes were fixed on Quan Tingmo's deep pupils, and it was the first time she felt that he looked good.

The dance was coming to an end, it was almost over, Ye Wanwan gathered up her strength, and was about to walk back after the final curtain call.

The two stood still, bowed to the audience, then stood up and went outside.

The music continued, and many people at the scene led their dance partners into the arena. Ye Wanwan immediately saw the man who looked like Quan Tingmo in the crowd.

Just as he raised his head to ask, he found that there was a look on Quan Tingmo's face that he had never seen before.

Even his body trembled slightly, with a shocked expression on his face, staring blankly at the same place as himself.

"what happened to you?"

Ye Wanwan pulled Quan Tingmo's clothes carefully and asked him in a low voice.

She confirmed that Quan Tingmo must have heard it, but the other party didn't respond to her at all.