Mr. Charming, You're Picked

She clearly stares at him for a long time, and her brain breaks down.

No mistake! This is the one who just looked at her like garbage!

"Darling, put your hands here." His fingers curled and loosened, and his palm was broad.

This dream is too unreal.

Cheng Yunmeng sticks his hand to his warm palm. Before he has time to feel the soft touch, the back of his hand is gently pinched. With the force of dragging, he appears in front of the media.

She forgot to breathe. Her steps were like stepping on a soft cloud. One step, two steps... Her mind drifted away.

"Be careful!"

Xiao Zhuo reminds us that it's too late. In a muddle headed way, she bumps into the flower basket in front of the door.

It didn't hurt, but it made her wake up from a long dream.

"Why are you so stupid?" The soft pulp of her fingers covered her forehead, and Xiao Shao bent down with a look of heartache.

The distance is too close, you can almost smell his elegant fruit fragrance.

Cheng Yunmeng lost his mind again, and his eyes were too doting, doting enough to make any woman fall.

When he was about to devour all three souls, Xiao Zhuo's face was close to her cheek.

She heard his heart beat the sound of missing, with his low warning, "less for me to install a rabbit!"

The intimate action is perfectly recorded in the lens of the media.

Cheng Yunmeng looks pale, and the disgust in this sentence is clear.

"Sorry." She took a deep breath and didn't know why to apologize, but she couldn't help saying it.

Xiao Zhuo hummed coldly, straightened up, took her hand in his arms again, and walked into the meeting hall with dignity.

The banquet is on the second floor. The corner of the stairs is decorated with white roses. The broad hall with lights like honey is full of people and they are all dressed up. In the elegant classical music of the band, Cheng Yunmeng opens her mouth slightly and has a visual impact, washing her three views again and again.

In the past, people could only be seen on the TV screen, but now it has become a physical exhibition.

Eyes around, but was attracted by a beautiful scenery.

The man is wearing a white tuxedo, and his tiny flax hair is carefully taken care of, which is comparable to the delicate face of a woman. Peach blossom is squinting and smiling, revealing two small tiger teeth.

Subconsciously, she clenched Xiao Huo's clothes and stopped breathing.

Du Aoran! That's Du Aoran!!

His contemptuous look is still fresh in my memory, and the tone of letting her go is as mean as a sharp blade, which is twisting her heart all the time.

The ugly face stayed on the cruise ship overnight. Not far away, he was still a shining star. He was gentle and modest, talking and laughing with Yingyan around him.

Xiao Zhuo lowered his eyes and watched her fingernails sink into the folds of her clothes, and her knuckles turned white because of extra force. Immediately, he followed her eyes and said with a sneer, "do you like him?"

"Well?" Cheng Yunmeng didn't hear clearly. He drew back his sight and was confused in Chengming's eyes. He always wandered too far, pretending to be stupid and cute, which made Xiao inflamed!

"I ask you, do you like him?" He raised his hand, accurately grabbing her chin, cold eyes.

"No, it's not." Cheng Yunmeng is in pain and shakes her head. She likes it, but she has already died in Du Aoran's hands. How can she be bewitched by him!

"That's the best! Don't forget who you are now Xiao Zhuo bit his teeth and squeezed out the words. He threw her away and loosened his tie irritably.

Cheng Yunmeng bit the corner of her lip and didn't dare to say more. This man, she really couldn't figure it out. Sometimes she was cold, sometimes she was warm, sometimes she was like a overlord. In a word, people in high positions were not what she could figure out. They were dangerous!

"Mr. Xiao, nice to meet you, nice to meet you!" The old man, who is over 50 years old, flatters and greets him. Cheng Yunmeng takes two steps back and is taken as a set board without any accident.

Then more and more people noticed the existence of Xiao Zhuo, just like a hundred birds in front of the Phoenix, competing to talk to each other.

"Mr. Xiao, long time no see." Crisp to the bone tone, Cheng Yunmeng a layer of goose bumps, ran into the red perspective skirt of the woman, consciously retreat.

Han Jing, old acquaintance.

Like Ji Meng, he doesn't have enough fame. He sells meat to make up for it. His job sounds good as a model, but bad as the periphery.

"Mr. Xiao, you really are. I haven't seen you drinking in vivi these days. I've been waiting for you for several days!" The gentle coquetry, people have been like boneless animals attached to Xiao Zhuo's body.

It seems that not only Du Aoran, but also the one in front of him, is blessed.

Cheng Yunmeng murmurs to herself. Leng Buding's eyes are on Han Jing. She glances sideways and provocatively raises her red lips.

Oh, she remembered, this Han Jing and Ji Meng have been different, a mountain can not be two tigers, unless a public and a mother!

As it happens, she doesn't want to be found fault by Xiao Huo, so she turns around and walks away. Although the people at the party had a lot of familiar faces, they had nothing to do with her. Through the chaotic hall, sitting in the corridor, isolated from the noise of the venue, quiet and relaxed.

I don't know what God thinks. Now she is just like a person living in a common people's cave. She is suddenly thrown into the palace compound.

"How did you escape? The bereaved dog Taunting words in the head, Han Jing even put a sweet cake not to lick, chasing her here.

"I don't know you." Cheng Yunmeng looks up at her domineering posture, rubbing her sore wrists and pretending to be dumb.

Tear X! What she is not good at is this activity.

"Don't do that! Do you think you're going to be President Xiao? "

Han Jing admits that she just wanted to make Ji Meng jealous. It's better to yell at her in public. Then Xiao Zhuo definitely kicked her right away!

"Miss, if you like it, you can fight for it. It's no use shouting at me!" Cheng Yunmeng is too lazy to pay attention to it. He turns a blind eye and plans to go to a quieter place for the dinner.

"I really take myself as a root onion. Three days ago, I was still doing striptease in a bar, setting up a memorial archway and pretending to be noble?" Han Jing is ironic, but Ji Meng turns her back on her and walks away. Her expression became stiff, her jealousy became a joke, and she punched the cotton.

"You stop!" Out of breath, she grabbed her skirt“ Ah Cheng Yunmeng was completely unprepared. His high heels skidded and he fell to the ground, accompanied by the sound of "pricking" of the cloth.

Originally, the split skirt extends from the leg root to the waist, just like two curtains covering the body.