President Hunting Love is too fierce

Not far away, Bai Feifei, who was dancing with First Young Master Du, blushed and turned pale with anger, and couldn't keep her smile.

She was so angry that she trembled faintly, staring at the couple who were slowly dancing.

Ye Zhirui actually abandoned himself and invited a foreign woman who was new for the first time, and that foreign woman was wearing sunglasses, so she couldn't even tell whether she was pretty or not.

What kind of charm does that woman have to fascinate him like this, she needs to see clearly.

Bai Feifei stared at Ye Zhirui and his new dance partner with sharp eyes. When the woman turned around with dancing steps, she suddenly opened her eyes wide. [

Then he took a step back in astonishment, as if seeing something terrifying.

"What's wrong with you, Feifei? Why are you so surprised? Do you know that woman?"

Bai Feifei didn't seem to hear what he said, but just stared at the woman.

That figure, no wonder she felt familiar when she saw it just now, because this woman wearing sunglasses is very similar to Ye Chuqing.

So Ye Zhirui is dancing with her now, has he recognized her?

But why she has blond hair, and her identity is a foreigner. Just now, the Mo family leader said she was his girlfriend.

Then it can't be Ye Chuqing!How could Mo Fengya let such a notorious woman be his girlfriend.

Bai Feifei was overwhelmed with doubts, she decided to wait and see what happened.

If it was really Ye Chuqing, Ye Zhirui would definitely recognize her, and he could get the answer as long as he stared at Ye Zhirui.

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"Boss, why don't you dance? Even Xiaoqing dressed like this went up to dance. Boss, you are such a dazzling figure, don't you want everyone to appreciate the noble dancing demeanor?"

Purgatory came down after the first dance track.

It was strange to see that Mo Fengya sat alone in a small glass hall reserved for the banquet instead of talking to the entrepreneur.

Mo Fengya was sitting on the sofa with his feet crossed, his emerald green eyes were gloomyly looking at the dance floor.

The slender fingers holding the wine glass were almost white, as if they were suppressing their anger.

"I'm not interested, dancing with women is a waste of time." Mo Fengya hummed softly.

The boss is really as proud as ever, he has known him for so long, and he has only seen him dance once.