gossip wife

Chapter 10

Backstage, Su Zhixuan shook off Damai's hand, and couldn't help saying angrily, "Damai, why did you say those words? Who allowed you to make decisions for me?"

Damai persuaded with good words: "Zhixuan, this is not something you can decide on your own. If 2000 million becomes 1000 million, can you afford to pay for this part of the loss?"

"I..." She really couldn't afford it.

"But it can't be counted on me, right? Obviously the rule is that he chooses those female models, and it has nothing to do with me!"

"The rule is that the dead are alive, isn't it just a dance, there is no loss, and you still get your commission." Damai continued to persuade: "You also know that Quan Shao is not you and I can afford to offend Yes, in this way, how about if you dance with him and I will pay you again?"

Su Zhixuan admits that she is very short of funds now, damn Damai caught her weakness!
"I tell you, just dance, don't think about anything else!" She knew that the men who came here were not easy-going.

"Okay, I guarantee you will be intact!" Damai patted his chest and promised.

The auction was over, everyone changed venues to start the party, the band played melodious music, and there was the sound of wine glasses clinking in the shadows of clothes and temples.

In a dark place, male and female voices can be heard from time to time.

"Hui Qian, it was all my mistake that I didn't find out that Quan Ye would come. If it wasn't for him, the necklace would already be mine." Mr. Chen coaxed the woman in a low voice.

Hui Qian crossed her arms, with a look of disapproval.

"I don't care. Anyway, you didn't take a picture of the necklace, so I don't have to accompany you. You can find someone else." She immediately turned her face and left.

Mr. Chen's expression changed, and he grabbed her suddenly.

"Hui Qian, I give you face so that you can speak loudly in front of me, don't be ignorant of good and evil!"

Hui Qian was not afraid of him, she sneered coldly: "Mr. Chen, I may not need your face! Let me go, let go!"

The two were tugging, the woman finally raised her foot fiercely, and her high heels kicked the man's bottom fiercely, the man let go of his hand in pain and let out a wailing cry.

Hui Qian quickly walked away, rubbing her arm that was grabbed with a look of disgust.

When she walked into the party lobby, she heard Damai holding the microphone and saying: "...The rest of the time will be handed over to Quan Shao and our beautiful host Miss Su, let us enjoy the wonderful dance they brought us together."

There was applause from the audience, accompanied by cold snorts of disdain from the women.

Hui Qian picked up a glass of wine and followed everyone to the dance floor. Su Zhixuan, why are you the lucky one tonight?

Damai pulled Su Zhixuan to Quan Ye's side.

"Young Master Quan, she will leave it to you. What music do you want?"

"Tango." Quan Ye's eyes fixed on the unwilling Su Zhixuan.

"Okay, music!" Damai snapped his fingers to the band behind him, and the passionate music sounded.

Su Zhixuan was startled, just about to say something, but it was too late, his arm stretched out to wrap around her waist and led her to slide onto the dance floor.

She was forced to hold his shoulders, she only had a feeling that this man was tall with broad shoulders, and being held in his arms felt oppressive.

"Young Master Quan, let's change to a slower dance. The long skirt I'm wearing today is not suitable for dancing tango." She tried to convince him that she was not suitable for intense tango.

"It's okay, I'll take you with me." The man always pursed his lips slightly, maintaining a polite but a little distance, and his pair of phoenix eyes were even more secretive, making it hard for people to understand.

(End of this chapter)