Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

There is a man who doesn't care about her origin, that he has spent money to buy her, and that she has liked Lin Jinrong, he doesn't care that she has nothing, he wants her!

My heart is about to jump out!

But every heartbeat this time is proclaiming--

She wants him too!

Want to be with him, want to possess him, want the future life, every minute, every second is his.

In the eyes, there was a warmth, quietly.

She stretched out her hand towards him, her white fingertips touched his warm palm, Tang Yu pulled her up to the stage with a slight force, and then wrapped her waist, with a low voice on the side of her ears. , "Qiqi, can you dance?"

"You didn't say it earlier!" She leaned against his shoulder, put her small hand on his shoulder, and looked up at him with her small face up.

She was as fresh as a lily, standing beside him, it was perfect.

It's also too young to make people enviable, Zhao Ke is very beautiful, but compared with Pei Qiqi, there are about ten Shen Lian between them!

Pei Qiqi laughed softly as he said, and stepped on Tang Yu's foot in high heels——

"I'm sorry!" She smiled mischievously and spit out her tongue.

He snorted, "Can't jump?"

"Yes!" Pei Qiqi is so angry that he will not pay for his life!

Tang Yu stared at her and couldn't believe that he was...played by his children.

And Zhao Ke stood aside, unwilling.

"Zhiyuan, you see, she can't even do basic social dancing, and she stepped on Tang Yu's foot. If she marries Tang Yu, she will become the laughingstock of the upper class!"

Tang Zhiyuan didn't seem to be so distracted. He hummed vaguely, and then continued: "I watched her dance very well!"

how is this possible?

Zhao Ke sneered, looked over, and then froze.

At the moment, Pei Qiqi and Tang Yu are dancing a British tune, the kind of lazy dance, aristocratic manners, and every rotation, she has a good grasp of it, especially her dress at this time, Obviously more suitable for dancing-the previous skirt was too long.

She was like a lily blooming in Tang Yu's hands, as if she could bring out a touch of freshness.

Just tonight, Zhao Ke’s throne of the first beauty in City B changed hands for the first time in more than 20 years.

The next day, all major mainstream media reported on the situation that night. The reporter could not come in and return, there was a drone...

That dancing video is beautifully shot...because it is like love!

At the end of the song, Tang Yu kissed her in front of everyone, which was a kind of announcement.

Pei Qiqi belongs to him, the wife he will marry in the future. His identity is placed there, especially in public. It is impossible to get intimacy with women casually.

Shen Lian's face was gloomy, but she still held her mouth forcibly and smiled faintly...

At the end of the birthday party, Tang Zhiyuan retained Tang Yu. Although his son was not close to him, he felt that he still had to ask about the affairs of today and his son's lifelong events.

In the study, Tang Zhiyuan and Tang Yu were sitting on both sides of the sofa. The servant brought up the sober tea and immediately withdrew.

"Decided?" Tang Zhiyuan's fingers tapped gently on the handrail beside him.

Tang Yu held the sober tea and took a sip, because the color of the water made his lips more moisturized, so he felt a little more surname...

He put down the cup and smiled, "Yes! We will get married when we graduate from Qiqiu."

"But she recently took over Pei's! Tang Yu, are you sure you want to take over this hot potato?" Tang Zhiyuan asked solemnly.