Young Master Qin's Heart-Eating Secret Pet

"I didn't expect that Miss Cen and I were so destined to meet each other on such an occasion." Cheng Mu held Cen Ziyan's hand with one hand and wrapped his arms around her waist with the other. He smiled angrily and challenged her Mei, "How can I say that I saved you just now, how are you going to thank me this time?"

"I didn't ask for your help. You invited me voluntarily just now. What do you want to thank now?" Cen Ziyan asked calmly.

That's right. I saw Tang Yixiu and Qin Hanfeng vying to dance with her just now, and I just wanted to join in the fun and help her out by the way. It's true that she didn't beg him, yes He rushed to invite Cen Ziyan to dance.

Touching a nail that was neither soft nor hard, Cheng Mu just smiled indifferently, and he didn't really want Cen Ziyan to thank him, but just wanted to tease her out of an inexplicable psychology.

In general business banquets or high-class gatherings, dancing is an essential part of socializing, but any prominent personage will train their children to learn this type of dance, so as to appear more elegant and courteous when they go out to attend occasions.

After dancing most of the dances, Cen Ziyan not only didn't miss a single dance step, but the aura she brought out in her gestures was even better than those of the ladies and ladies. This made Cheng Mu a little curious about her identity.

After all, ordinary people don't know how to learn this kind of social dance, and only those big families who have taken root in Park Wen City, as well as those bosses who want to climb up the upper class, will learn it specially.

Moreover, Cen Ziyan's alienated and charming feeling is not something that a small family can imitate after just a few days of learning. It is a kind of elegance and luxury that has been infiltrated in the blood for a long time.

"Miss Cen's dance is really good, who taught it?" Cheng Mu asked curiously.

As if his identity had been deliberately concealed, he knew very little about Cen Ziyan, and as far as he knew, there was no daughter of any family who was right.

"Jump at will, no one will teach you." Cen Ziyan said.

"If I remember correctly, not everyone can dance this kind of dance casually, right? You really make me curious, what is your identity?" The hand that was originally wrapped around Cen Ziyan's waist slowly moved Moving up a few inches, Cheng Mu looked at her and said leisurely.

The music gradually weakened, and finally finished a song. Cen Ziyan didn't want to answer. Taking advantage of this gap, he used the excuse of going to the bathroom to avoid Cheng Mu's question and hurriedly left the hall.

Cen Ziyan hid in the toilet, dawdling for a while on purpose, and only heaved a sigh of relief when he heard the dance music outside again.

She doesn't want to dance with anyone anymore, everyone is a genius, it will be embarrassing if they are recognized.

Cen Ziyan thought about staying in the toilet for a while, so she just found an excuse to leave, after all, this kind of occasion was no longer suitable for her.

Only when she really re-entered, did she really feel that she was different from before, and she could no longer shuttle through the banquet without any scruples like before, and chat with people decently.

Cen Ziyan looked up at himself in the mirror, suppressed the soreness in his heart, bent down to wash his hands, and prepared to leave the banquet secretly.

Unexpectedly, the door behind her was slowly pushed open, Ye Qiuyin was coming out, and happened to run into Cen Ziyan who was still standing in front of the sink.