Grumpy host, she just wants to do business

Chapter 587 The Blood Queen Wants to Hug (29)

Without the support of the family, without any strength, he is still by the side of such a noble Lord Xila.

He even got the favor of his fiancé.

It's just that seeing the scene in front of her, she felt extremely relieved.

"..."

Tan Sang glanced at her, then suddenly got up and walked over, approaching her.

Gaddafi stood behind the rockery with an elegant posture.

Walking in front of Gaddafi, Tan Sang scratched Gaddafi's exquisite dress with his nails expressionlessly.

Following the woman's scream, Tan Sang joked:

"Gaddafi, after all, you are a blood nobleman and Bel Air's fiancée, and you don't even have a complete dress, or should I lend you my old clothes first?"

[Ding, warning warning!The host lady is currently in the collapse of the human design, reminding the host that the consequences of another collapse of the human design will be serious. ]
Tan Sang no longer thinks that there is any important punishment for the system's saying that the collapse of the human body is severely punished.

Turning her head and looking, India, who was wearing a red suit in front of her, had her long hair pulled up high, revealing her slender neck, and she exuded a sharp beauty.

She smiled and pursed her lips and said, "This beautiful Queen, can I invite you to dance?"

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Lester stayed by Xila's side, and the god lord casually tapped on the table with his fingertips, remembering that the little girl said that she had never been to a banquet...

Today is her 16th birthday.

He frowned slightly and glanced at the people in formal suits some distance outside the window. They were very lively and completely different from his own. He suddenly asked, "What does she usually do today?"

Lester, who was standing next to him, did not expect that Lord Xila would take the initiative to ask about the Queen's birthday party.

He was stunned.

The man's white fingertips rested on the dark desk, and the dark color set off the beautiful color of the potted plants beside him. Master Sira narrowed his long and narrow eyes slightly and looked at him.

Lester was a little speechless.

Sir Xila actually... actually cared about the queen's movements...

This is something that has never happened before.

It seems that the queen really occupies a large part of Sir Sira's heart.

Lester regained his composure all of a sudden, and hurried forward and said, "Her Lady Queen's birthday is usually very simple, except for the banquet, it's just a dance."

Xi La half raised her forehead, glanced outside, and asked, "Dance?"

"Yes, every noble lady will invite her partner to dance with her."

The man fiddled with the flowers and plants in the pot for a moment, then paused.

Everyone has a partner and dances...

It also means that the dance partner will put his arms around her waist, lean against her body, and smell her hair.

The night was dark, and it was even more gloomy against his whole body. His broken hair blocked his eyes, and he couldn't see the waves of his emotions. His tone was low, and he was silent for a few seconds before asking: "Dance partner?"

"Uh……"

Lester suddenly felt too much pressure, even a little coercion, he was very nervous, nodded: "I can't dance alone, I definitely need a partner..."

For some reason, he felt that the adult's eyes were a little dim.

The man's voice was a little cold, the meaning was unclear, he tilted his head slightly, his voice was a little indifferent, and he asked softly:
"Is... you invited yourself?"

Lester nodded, "I must have invited her. If not, who would want to dance with her? How can I dance with her?"

Is there still a solo dance at a ball in this world?
Lester felt a little speechless at Master Xila's words.

But he didn't dare to say it too presumptuously, and his eyes were no different from those in the past.

He only dared to say a word in his heart.

(End of this chapter)