Male God Please Lie Down

The one in front of him had a kind of elegance, but his elegance, and the uniform on his body, did not seem abrupt at all.

"Can I invite you to dance? Miss-human lady!?"

His voice is also very deep and mellow, like red wine that has been hidden for a long time.

"I'm all sitting here, can you all see me?"

Yu Qingming only came back to his senses at this time, he was all shrunk here, can he still feel himself?

Is it his own outstanding demeanor?

Is it because I am a firefly in the dark? Unconsciously, that kind of light has been emitted from the whole body.

"Because I was forced here by a group of women, and then I saw you!"

He was smiling, his eyes seemed to have little stars in them.

"Hello, my name is Feng Mohan."

He smiled and stretched out his hand to Yu Qingming.

"My name is Yu Qingming."

Out of politeness, Yu Qingming also stretched out his hand, and the two of them shook hands together.

After he held his hand, he didn't even let go of it.

Yu Qingming had just prepared to use Qiao Jin to pull his hand out, and at this time, there were waves of applause in the distance.

The prom officially began.

"Now let our young marshal dance with Ms. Zhao to kick off this dance party."

Standing in the center of the dance floor, Liu Fusheng said loudly.

After Liu Fusheng said these words, everyone around him clapped together.

Yu Qingming's eyes squinted, and I stunned, without watching for a while, I was about to dance together.

Special, do you want to do that.

I have already tried my best to make Zhang Dingtian love myself, how can I meet this Zhao Yundi in minutes, it is this situation again.

Unconsciously, Yu Qingming's hand clenched tightly.

It's just that her current hand is still held in the palm of her hand by Feng Mohan.

"what happened to you!"

At this time, Zhang Dingtian was already dancing with Zhao Yundi.

Seeing Yu Qingming's expression, it seemed a bit strange, Feng Mohan asked aloud.

"Uh... it's okay!"

Yu Qingming squeezed the handle and broke free from the palm of his hand.

Her gaze, like the people around, was staring at the pair in the middle of the field.

The two of them are still dancing together.

Zhao Yundi is wearing a moon-white cheongsam today, and there are pearls on the collar.

She has a beautiful appearance, and the white cheongsam she is wearing this month makes her look very slender.

The figure is not two or two flesh.

Yu Qingming couldn't help but comment, but sometimes, men just like this kind of woman.

Especially the kind of man with male chauvinism, the more he likes this kind of little woman, perhaps he feels a sense of conquest, or he has a desire for protection-hope.

"Wait... shall we dance!?"

Feng Mohan avoided some gazes from one side, and sat on one side of the sofa where Yu Qingming was sitting.

"OK!"

Yu Qingming no longer looked at them at this time, and sat beside Feng Mohan.

At this time the waiter passed by them, and the two asked for another glass of wine.

"Ding--"

The wine glasses collided with each other.

Yu Qingming drank a glass of wine, and didn't know if it was anger or the cause of the drink. A strange blush quickly appeared on her face.

Feng Mohan looked at Yu Qingming in front of him, with a hint of appreciation in his eyes.