Matriarch is Pretty and Cool

Under the warm light, a pair of young men and women entered the dance floor. The muscles of the men and women were in contact with each other just right, and the atmosphere on the dance floor gradually rose.

Rong He tidyed up his suit, coughed a fragrant white Chuwei came over, and reached out to her: "Old ancestor, dance with me."

Rong He is 21 years old this year, and is the youngest of the eight family heads.

Duan Feihan glanced at it, and the tender grass was coming.

Bai Chuwei flirted with her hair, and said with an old manner: "Forget it, the old arms and legs will not go inside and mess around."

Rong He: "..."

Rong He stared at Bai Chuwei's bright white face, unable to find any flaws, and fell silent.

Old arms and legs?

You can be more enthusiastic than anyone. Just picking up Chen Jun, there is no feeling of being incapable of doing it.

However, Rong He had been prepared long ago. Without the elders, he turned around and invited the ladies to dance.

Duan Xingye kept winking at his fourth uncle, come on!

If you are rejected, don't covet fairies anymore!

They were standing in the dim light outside the dance floor, and Duan Xingye suddenly saw Bai Chuwei reaching for his fourth uncle, and Yu Bai's hand unceremoniously touched his fourth uncle's pocket!

Damn it-is it so exciting?

Bai Chuwei pulled out a white-haired hamster from Duan Feihan's pocket, and the next moment he heard a clear sound of the thread breaking in Duan Feihan's pocket.

Bai Chuwei: "..." Is this stuck in his pocket and can't be pulled out?

Snowball screamed and screamed: ‘Puffiness, really puffiness! ’

Bai Chuwei sighed for a long time, always feeling that Xueball should really lose weight. She cast a small invisibility technique at the center of her eyebrows.

Before the snowball rushed out towards the food area, Chong Duan Feihan screamed: ‘Photo! ’

Bai Chuwei sighed. How many days did Duan Feihan raise Xueqiu? Started to abduct it?

Duan Feihan's eyes flashed and suddenly understood.

She took a selfie before.

Bai Chuwei lowered her head and drank the red wine, and suddenly saw Duan Feihan also approach her and stretched out an inviting hand towards him.

Bai Chuwei was surprised, she had already rejected Rong He just now, didn't he see it?

The man's voice was low and watery: "Do you want to reject me a second time?"

the second time?

Bai Chuwei suddenly remembered that the last time Mr. Duan had a rehabilitation banquet, she ran to make trouble, and Duan Feihan invited her to dance, but did not do it in the end.

Bai Chuwei moved her heart, smiled and put down the red wine glass, stretched her hand towards him, and was gently led to the dance floor by him.

Rong He not far away: "???"

What is the situation?

Not only Rong He, but the other patrons who were chatting and drinking tea were also taken aback.

How did the ancestor accept the invitation to dance? That person seems to be... Mr. Duan?

Duan Xingye was also stunned. Fairy Weiwei said she rejected his uncle so badly that he was severely beaten by the society, and then gave up?

Of course the ancestors could dance, she could clearly perceive Duan Feihan's burning palm on her waist, and the warm breath he fell, becoming more and more ambiguous under the gentle light.

Bai Chuwei's heart shook suddenly, her heart rate speeding up a little unconsciously, and her hand unconsciously squeezed non-han's broad shoulders.

Duan Feihan's soft voice fell: "You are beautiful today, and so are the photos."

Bai Chuwei bends the corners of her lips, but still keeps her mouth shut, the little fairy arrogantly does not want to pay attention to him.

"Isn't it enough?" Duan Feihan whispered, suddenly pulling her into the darkness of the dance floor——

He bowed his head and kissed her hair lightly: "Little ancestor, can you forgive me now?"