forbidden zone of love

Chapter 32

The jewelry display has begun.

The lights in the hall suddenly dimmed, and several jewelry boxes on the stage were slowly opened.

The bright light shot out like a moonlight, and everyone couldn't help but marvel.

The most eye-catching one is the one with the brightest light. The golden flower branches are winding and opening, and when the buds pass, there are eye-catching diamonds.

A noble and chic bracelet.

Chi Mo smiled slightly, took her hand and slowly stepped onto the stage.

Under the envious eyes of everyone, he picked up the bracelet and gently put it on her wrist, and gracefully made an invitation gesture: "Can I invite Miss Mo to dance?"

Many gazes converged on Mo Xiaobei's body, and he couldn't help sweating nervously.

Just as he was about to raise his hand, his arm was pulled, the scorching palm was angry and dangerous.

Mo Xiaobei turned his head suddenly, and he really looked into Yu Yuchen's eyes that couldn't see to the end.

The crowd began to whisper.

Chi Mo must be looking at him, with a calm smile on his face, but a little more cold than usual.

Mo Xiaobei tugged lightly, but was held even tighter.

Tianyu Yuchen pursed his lips slightly, and with a low and yet polite voice full of sex appeal, he said flatly, "Mr. Chi doesn't mind if I complete this show for you."

This is not an inquiry, it is clearly a provocation!

Chi Mo looked at him for a long while, then Fang smiled and said, "Tian Zong is on the move, and my younger brother is naturally very grateful."

Tianyu Yuchen was not polite to him either, looking towards the corner where the musicians were waiting, the music started immediately.

The passionate waltz is as smooth as flowing water.

Different from the gentle dream of that day, Mo Xiaobei's hand was held fiercely, with wanton anger, his waist hurt from being held, his feet became more and more uncomfortable, and the pointed high heels stepped on his feet again and again. superior.

He didn't seem to feel it, his eyes were fixed on her, and the hands on her waist wanted to rub her into his body.

What kind of anger is that, the waves are rough, like sea water that has broken its embankment.

Mo Xiaobei could no longer dance calmly under that kind of gaze, struggling to break free from his restraint, he lost his patience with a frown, and dragged her off the stage.

Many gentlemen and ladies widened their eyes in astonishment. Chi Mo walked out of the crowd with a cold face and seemed to stop him. Tianyu Yuchen had already turned his head and looked over: "I will send someone to deliver the check." After finishing speaking, he pulled Mo Xiaobei walk away.

In the sleeves, the slender fingers were pinched fiercely. Under the bright light, Chi Mo's handsome face was indifferent and cold, and a hand suddenly patted his shoulder. He turned his head slightly, and met Mr. Chi Meaningful face.

"Be patient."

He said so.

As soon as they went out, the reporters immediately crowded around, Tianyu Yulin took off his jacket to cover Mo Xiaobei, and the guards opened the way in front, so as not to let the reporters approach.

It's just that the flash of the camera keeps flashing, making the night as bright as day.

At this time, a car stopped not far away, and a slim white figure stepped out of the car. The elegant and noble dress added a lot to that person, and immediately attracted the attention of the reporters.

It's not how gorgeous the dress is, but what the dress represents.

Several reporters swarmed in, their deliberately raised voices were extremely harsh at night.

"Isn't this dress bought by Tian Zong at an auction of 300 million yuan? How could it be worn on you? Miss, may I ask if you are Tian Zong's new lover?"

"Mr. Tian, ​​can you explain how the dress that you auctioned for 300 million yuan was worn by that lady?"

"Then what is the relationship between the lady next to you and you?"

Mo Xiaobei was firmly pressed into his arms by Tianyu Yuchen, and he raised his head with difficulty to look through the seam of his clothes. When he saw that person, he couldn't help being startled.

Isn't that Fang Qiang?

At this time, Fang Qiang was a slim and tall reporter taking pictures, with a calm and quiet smile on her face, like a noble and unattainable white swan.

And Mo Xiaobei nestled in Tianyu Yuchen's arms in a state of embarrassment, probably looking like Cinderella no matter what.

Tianyu Yuchen stopped slowly, squinted his eyes and looked over, and there was an unprecedented Yin Li in his deep eyes.

"Brother Yuchen!"

Fang Qiang walked over sweetly, and the group of reporters only surrounded her in the center, not letting go of any details.

Tianyu Yuchen glanced at her coldly, held down Mo Xiaobei who was restless, and bent down to get into the car.

The reporters were in an uproar.

Letting go of the male lead, naturally won't let go of the heroine, and rushed towards Fang Qiang one after another.

Fang Qiang appeared to be quite calm, but she played tricks and did not reveal a word, which made the matter even more heated.

The car was driving slowly, Tianyu Yuchen looked coldly like Mo Xiaobei who was flushed with suffocation, his deep eyebrows seemed to be on and off in the flickering lights.

Mo Xiaobei lowered his head, like a child who has done something wrong.

The feet in high heels kicked the soles of their feet unbearably, and the silver skirt exuded a light-colored streamer.

Tianyu Yuchen's frowning brows relaxed a little, and after a while he said sullenly: "If you feel uncomfortable, take it off."

"...?"

Mo Xiaobei looked at him in surprise, then lowered his head again, and took off his high-heeled shoes, the uppers of his white insteps were crowded red,

Tianyu Yuchen snorted softly.

Just then his phone rang,

"Hello, auntie?"

Tianyu Yuchen looked at Mo Xiaobei in surprise.

"Yuchen, what's going on, I saw on TV that that Qiang is your new mistress?"

His face sank suddenly: "It's nothing, it's just a malicious media hype, don't worry, I will solve it."

Mo Xiaobei looked up to see him hang up the phone, feeling a little worried, and asked with concern: "My mother?"

He just ignored her, frowned and leaned on the back of the chair, his face getting more and more gloomy.

(End of this chapter)