Rebirth: Business Queen

Xiao Yao secretly stroked his forehead, what is this? When and where did she provoke this third-year hostess and want to give her such special treatment?

Hmph, you won't die if you don't do it. If you want to die, why can't I do it? Don't you want someone to dance? I'll let you dance enough in a while.

However, for now, solve your own problems. She doesn't want to dance with any of them here, no matter how good the relationship is. Because her heart is dead, she will only refuse.

These five people all looked at each other, they were all very surprised, and they all wondered, are they really interested in Xiao Yao? So am I doing something superfluous? Will it block Xiao Yao's (boss) peach blossom?

However, now they will not put their hands down and give Xiao Yao to each other. Oh, don't get me wrong.

Zhang Mingming and Ding Hao worshiped Xiao Yao, so they would rescue Xiao Yao. They didn't want the boss to be ridiculed by so many people, so they would reach out.

Shangguan Fei also admired Xiao Yao's kung fu, and he was also a teacher and a friend of Xiao Yao, so in the first dance, he also did not want Xiao Yao to be laughed at.

The handsome Feng Chengyue can be said to be purely for the fun. He just wanted to reconcile with Xiao Yao, and he didn't want Xiao Yao to have such a big opinion about him, so he just wanted to make a move for Xiao Yao.

In fact, among these five people, only Jian Jingyi has a little interest in Xiao Yao, but he just likes it a little, not to the point where he likes his heart very much, but that's it, he also doesn't want Xiao Yao to be laughed at, so he will extend his hand to Xiao Yao .

Therefore, the five people reached out invariably, with different thoughts, but for the same purpose. Now that he has reached out, he can only wait for Xiao Yao to make his own choice.

Everyone looked at this admiration quietly, the whole venue could only hear breathing, not even whispering, no one bothered Xiao Yao's mind.

You... Xiao Yao wanted to say that you all put your hands down.

Den, Deng, Deng...

There were footsteps coming from the door of the quiet dance party, far and near, like the footsteps of a mature man, steady, powerful, continuous, and individual...

Everyone looked in the direction of the door in unison, and everyone was shocked to see such a man. Is there really such a man in the world?

When Xiao Yao saw this man, the fruit in his hand fell to the ground without knowing it, and he was shaking. Qiu Shui's eyes stared at the man who was approaching from a distance without blinking. Forget everything in front of you.

Everyone held back the news and stared blankly at the man who was like a god descending.

His face is resolute, with sharp edges and corners, the eyebrows are locked, the bridge of the nose is strong, and the red lips are not thin or thick, as if they are made by gods. Breath, look down on the world, let everyone involuntarily worship and worship.

He was dressed in a green military uniform, with slender and straight legs, and was marching forward with sonorous force. Because ahead, there is the love of his two lifetimes.

In the silent dance hall, everyone's hearts, holding their breaths, jumped, trembled, and wobbled along with the man's footsteps. Who is this emperor-like man, and who is he looking for now?

Xiao Yao looked at the man who was getting closer and closer, her heart was about to stop, but her body was shaking. There are deep thoughts and nostalgia in his eyes. Her rosy lips asked silently.

Is that brother?

Leng Changrui seemed to have gone through countless difficulties and obstacles, climbed thousands of mountains, stepped through thousands of forests, and finally came to the front of his lover.

He stretched out his generous and safe hand, waiting for Xiao Yao's concern to lead them to each other's beginning.

There will be no betrayal, no blood, no end.

They advance and retreat together, share wealth, and share adversity.

They start together, find together, grow old together, and end together.

When they were on crutches, eating sugar, and grey hair,

He called her old woman,

She called him an old man.

At this moment, Xiao Yao only saw that thick and slender hand, which was so generous, so safe, and so hopeful.

She did not refuse, nor will she refuse.

That ordinary person's seemingly safe and thick hand is so strong, so calm, and so domineering.

However, when she saw that hand, she trembled slightly, was slightly uneasy, and was also looking forward to it.

Xiao Yao was not pretentious, did not hesitate, and put his delicate white hand in the waiting palm.

The moment they held each other again, their bodies shook and trembled, and then they quickly regained their calm.

Leng Changrui led Xiao Yao to the dance floor above.

Here, in the quiet ballroom, only the two of them were dancing.

Everyone's eyes have been following the dance steps of the two.

Only then did they find out. They both have a tacit understanding, how integrated with each other, and how skillful and graceful their dances are, surpassing the matching of anyone here.

The two people on the dance floor are silent, their eyes are looking at each other, staring at each other, but their hearts are connected.

Brother, is that you?

It's me, shaker.

Brother, is it really you?

It's really me, shaker.

Brother, why are you here?

I'm here because I miss you.

Xiao Yao's eyes were like Qiuquan's pupils, and suddenly clear water flowed out.

Xiao Yao leaned his head against Leng Changrui's broad chest and cried silently.

She could finally cry once in her brother's arms.

Leng Changrui's hands had already tightened Xiao Yao's waist, and it was getting tighter and tighter, but he didn't dare to loosen it, for fear that once he loosened it, his junior sister would run away again, so that he would never be able to find it again. He also leaned his head against his junior sister's weakened and petite shoulders, closed his eyes, and silently shed tears.

After two lifetimes, he could finally hold his junior sister, not a lifeless body, not a figure he couldn't grasp in his dreams, but a lively junior sister, his Yao Er.

Both of them cried silently and danced silently.