Chapter 2: Should I take the initiative to ask for a touch?
The black umbrella is very wide and completely blocks all the rain when opened.
As if possessed by magic, at that moment, the coldness was dispelled.
Meng Ying watched the middle-aged man walk away. She hesitated for a moment, then followed her with the cat in her arms. When she walked to the door of the hall, a waiter came over and asked with concern, "Is this Miss, are you okay? It’s raining and foggy, we have red dates and ginger tea.”
The waiter blocked Meng Ying’s way, but only for two seconds.
The figure has disappeared.
Meng Ying tightly held the black umbrella handle. The umbrella handle was engraved with a gilt logo and was an accessory on the car.
She was wet and cold from the rain. She looked slightly pale at the moment and said with a dignified smile, "Thank you."
The waiter looked at the kitten in her arms and shivered. She felt very pitiful in Meng Ying's arms. She quickly took it and was about to take the black umbrella in Meng Ying's hand. Meng Ying hesitated for two seconds and said, "I'll take it myself."
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In the lounge, Meng Ying took off her wet and cold dress and listened to Dong Zhilan's cold scolding, "You and Yuanyuan are both my daughters, why are you so stupid? Yuanyuan has already obtained Master Sheng's ticket." , and danced with Mr. Wang, look at you."
"Mr. Wang is as old as you, is it a glorious thing to dance with him?" Meng Ying said in a loud voice. There was a hint of hoarseness, and the lowered eyelashes trembled slightly, stubborn and cold.
Listening to Dong Zhilan’s words, it seemed that holding hands with Sheng Ye and dancing with Mr. Wang was something proud.
Dong Zhilan looked unhappy.
Meng Ying lowered her head and put on the clothes she was given. It was the second dress specially prepared by Dong Zhilan for Meng Yuan. This dress was a high-definition dress borrowed by Dong Zhilan through her connections. Once upon a time, the Meng family was in full bloom as expected. When she was young, Dong Zhilan spent 16 million to buy a set of high-end jewelry, met several editors-in-chief of fashion magazines, accepted several interviews, and broke into the circle of rich wives. It is also a kind of strong woman to establish a company with her husband and develop steadily. Nice talk.
The light blue Mermaid Girl's pearlescent dress with suspenders seems to have dripping ripples in normal light. I can't imagine how it would attract attention if it were under the crystal lamp in the banquet hall.
In particular, the woman's skin is as fair as jade, her long black hair is as smooth as ink when blow-dried and casually draped over her shoulders, and she has an astonishing waist and hip curve.
Dong Zhilan looked at his little daughter, his eyes flashed with surprise, and then he raised his lips proudly.
"I will find someone to introduce you to the young man from Jingmao Bank later. He is also here today. Let's get to know each other. If you can chat with him, it will be convenient for our Meng family's loan. "
Song Yunhang, the young son of Jingmao Bank, was immediately suppressed by the public relations department when news broke last week that a famous model had an abortion for him. Yesterday, a female Internet celebrity took out another B-ultrasound sheet, which was very emotional. The history is as rich as a dictionary.
Meng Ying frowned lightly.
She knew that she could refute her mother's words verbally, but she couldn't resist. Just like a butterfly with its wings pinched, Dong Zhilan held her wrist and walked to the ballroom.
The waiter on one side handed over the mask to increase the fun on the dance floor.
You can choose to wear a mask or not.
But Meng Ying immediately took a white feather mask and put it on.
Under the bright crystal lamp, Meng Ying was wearing a pearlescent dress. Countless eyes fell on her, burning, appraising, admiring and jealous.
Meng Yuan, who was dancing with Sheng Ye not far away, bit her lip. She recognized it as Meng Ying at a glance and dared to wear her own skirt. Distracted for a moment, she accidentally stepped on Sheng Ye's leather shoes and exclaimed, "I'm sorry, Mr. Sheng, I didn't mean it."
But when she raised her eyes, she saw Sheng Ye looking through the crowd and falling. In the direction of Meng Ying.
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"That is Song Yunhang, whom you have met before." Following Dong Zhilan's gaze, Meng Ying saw a young young man wearing an Armani burgundy velvet suit and a Windsor knot. No mask, smile uninhibited. He was talking to a third-tier actress very presumptuously, dancing with his fingers on her waist and hips.
She didn't know what she was saying when she was dancing. The female star blushed and smiled sweetly, her flowers trembling wildly.
Although Dong Zhilan felt that the other party was acting impudently, he wanted to cling to him even more.
Meng Ying thought it was funny, "Mom, should I take the initiative to send you up to ask for a touch?"
Dong Zhilan, "If you can really get a loan, it will be your ability. Do you think Jing Master Mao Xing, is it that simple? You are not as worry-free as your sister. Look at your sister, she is still with Young Master Sheng." Dong Zhilan glanced around, but did not find Sheng Ye in the crowd.
Sister, sister, sister again.
Meng Ying has been living in such a shadow.
She bit her lower lip, lowered her head and remained silent.
Suddenly Dong Zhilan grabbed her wrist and strode onto the dance floor, pushed forward and urged in her ear, "Hurry up!"
Meng Ying took a deep breath, helpless Then she walked feebly towards Song Yunhang, her steps felt like a thousand pounds, and her chest was feeling tight. The memory of Song Yunhang caressing the buttocks of the female star just now flashed in her mind. She frowned and tried her best to suppress her nausea.
Song Yunhang, on the other hand, had already held the female model’s hand and started dancing.
Meng Ying stopped. This was the dance floor. She didn't have a dance partner. It was a bit awkward to stand here alone at this moment. A few vague eyes fell on her, making Meng Ying feel a little uncomfortable.
She backed away slowly, trying to avoid the people around her.
"Miss, you are alone, why don't you dance." A flirtatious male voice came from beside her.
The man was slightly fat, without a mask, and had a greasy smile on his face. In that smile, his features seemed to be squeezed together. When he saw Meng Ying alone, he stretched out his hand towards her, saying it was an invitation, but in fact it was Some are deliberately tight.
Meng Ying recognized the other party. He was a young master from a real estate company. He had a slutty personality and played with many young models. He had been too frivolous at No. 9 Hongya Road and killed a young lady. In the end, he was Money is all that matters, relying on the power of the family to be lawless.
There are countless complaints in the circle when it comes to mentioning it, but because of this family background, many people dare not offend him.
She desperately wanted to avoid it, turned around and met Dong Zhilan's warning eyes outside the dance floor.
That look seemed to say, don’t offend Mr. Ou.
Meng Ying bit her lip. When the other party grabbed her hand and pulled her into the center of the dance floor, she couldn't help but resist. The greasy breath enveloped her. Behind Meng Ying, there was Dong Zhilan warning her. The sharp gaze made her feel sick in her heart, and she tried her best to pull out her hand and turn around to run away.
Running a few steps forward, he suddenly bumped into the arms of a stranger.
Her steps staggered slightly, and she almost lost her balance on her white stiletto heels. The man's hand was attached to her waist, and a layer of fabric, hot, supported her body.
Meng Ying shuddered and subconsciously wanted to pull out, but the other party's grip was very tight.
The palm of his hand was hot against the skin of her wrist. She had just been caught in the rain and her skin was warm and cool. The deep voice of the man above his head slowly fell, gentlemanly and elegant, "Miss, would you like to invite you to dance?"
Cold cedar breath, a touch of agarwood tobacco.
Clear and sultry breath.
This breath seems a bit familiar.
But at this moment, Meng Ying had no time to think too much.
Although the other party is asking, his tone is statement.
Her mind went blank for a moment, then she raised her head and looked at the masked man in front of her.
He nodded casually.
Dark glossy black lines cover the upper half of his face. Although the upper half of his face is covered, the man's contours are clear, his nose is high, and his eyes peer into the depth of the human heart.
A well-tailored black suit, neat and elegant, like a brand used by a Spanish royal family.
Looking up, Ou Chi saw someone beside her, so he had no choice but to give up. After all, this was a dinner party for the Sheng family. He had to give some face to the Sheng family. The future was long. This woman, he Ou Chi thought. If you want it, you will get it sooner or later.
I could only casually take the hand of a second-tier female star and touch her waist along her buttocks.
The female star also deliberately clung to her, calling out "Young Master Ou~" in a coquettish voice
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Meng Ying was still a little grateful to this person who appeared out of nowhere.
She stared into the man's eyes for two seconds. Her heartbeat was about to rush out of her throat. The man's eyes were as deep and as silent as an abyss.
She followed his dance steps somewhat mechanically.
Meng Ying even felt that the man's watch strap was pressed against her lower back through the fabric, feeling cold and without warmth. But his palm was gentle and hot, and it was completely attached to her waist, making her tremble slightly.
The lights on the dance floor are dim.
She staggered and stepped on the other person's shoe, and apologized repeatedly.
The man's hand on her waist tightened slightly, without any reproach, and a mellow and hoarse voice escaped from his thin lips, "You look beautiful in this dress."
When she was praised by the opposite sex, she blushed instinctively and said naturally, "Thank you."
Liang Jincong looked at the red tips of her ears, intertwined with bright and dim light, and he could clearly see a small red mole on the woman's fair neck. The man slowly bent over, placed one hand on her waist and slowly moved up, The hot and hoarse voice sprayed on her face. He lowered his head, and the black mask was only centimeters away from her face.
Meng Ying could almost see the man's pale amber pupils. He seemed to be of mixed race. Meng Ying couldn't help but start to guess what the man's face was like under the mask.
Just hear it.
"Miss Meng, please concentrate."
After her low words fell, Meng Ying stepped on his shoe again.
She was startled.
The cheeks are redder, as if embarrassed.
A female voice that whispers like an oriole, trembling slightly.
"I'm sorry."
Liang Jincong lowered his head and looked at her with her head lowered in annoyance and the tips of her ears turning red, just like his German cat that lowered its head and meowed when she made a mistake. He kept going, and then rubbed his arm with his face, as if begging for mercy coquettishly, with a wave of emotion in his eyes.
Meng Ying was so embarrassed that she stepped on the opponent twice in one dance. She tensed up all over and followed the beat closely, not allowing herself to make any more mistakes. However, she could clearly feel the cold touch of the man's watch on her waist, and she couldn't help but tremble.
After the song, Meng Ying seemed to want to leave the dance floor, but the man's hand was still on her waist. As the song "ATHOUSANDYEARS" played, the violin melody was melodious, and the man's eyes were filled with emotion. With a faint smile, she asked casually, "Do you have a cat?"
"Ah." Meng Ying's pupils opened slightly.
She had never raised one before, but now, Meng Ying thought of the orange cat she rescued today.
“I should, I know how to raise it”
"Cats are a very delicate species." He chuckled, and wrapped his palms around the woman's slender waist with control. Looking at the white feather mask on her face, her eyes were as clear as a pool of amber. , from this pool of amber, he looked at his own shadow, "If you get caught in the rain, you will get sick."
Meng Ying looked at him in shock.
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That night, she danced two dances with this man.
After the dance floor ended, the man disappeared.
There was something stuck in her throat, 'Thank you for the umbrella' that she didn't say.
He let go of her hand, as if he suddenly came to the dance floor, and suddenly disappeared. Meng Ying felt a little sad. She stood there in shock for two seconds, looking down at her girdle. A silver metallic cufflink hangs on the upper metal thread, glowing with a delicate cold light.
It's from that man.
The girdle is inlaid with heavy-duty high-quality beads, which is inevitable due to contact and friction.
Meng Ying looked at the cuff, the silvery, high-quality cold light felt hot in her palms.
Under the light, the woman's slender fingertips held the cufflinks, and she could vaguely see an 'L' engraved on the back, which shimmered slightly with the silver metallic texture.
(End of this chapter)