The real daughter is also trying to spend money to get rich today (MTL)

Chapter 30

Chapter 30·

    Tang Qian could clearly feel the strength of the arms behind her waist, and she was brought into the dance by Ji Baiming without any need for her to do anything.

    Even turning around is easy.

    She is tall among girls of the same age, nearly 1.7 meters. Today, she is wearing shoes that are about 5 centimeters long, but they still only reach his chest.

    His sight was blocked by the tall figure, and he couldn't see other people in the banquet hall. Tang Qian's nervous heart gradually calmed down.

    The music was gentle, and the little girl's gait changed from panic to calm, becoming more and more light.

    The footsteps were clearly silent, but Ji Baiming felt like an echo in his heart, he couldn't help thinking quietly.

    How can the girl's waist be so thin, his palms spread out, it seems that he can cover her entire back waist.

    The hand that was held together was slender, but soft, and a little icy cold.

    When you get close, you can smell the faint fragrance on her body.

    Ji Baiming was sure that this was not the smell of perfume.

    When he first smelled it, he intentionally asked his assistant to collect some perfumes, but those scents were not right.

    When they were trapped in the countryside, the two of them spent most of the time in the car, in a confined space, and the aroma lingered on the tip of the nose. When chatting with each other, he asked Tang Qian.

    But she looked dazed, lowered her head and sniffed at herself, not saying anything about the smell.

    He felt strange.

    After dinner with a friend, he inadvertently mentioned that some people have their own body fragrance and don't know about it. The friend said that everyone has a natural fragrance, but they can't smell it themselves, nor can ordinary people smell it, only Certain people can.

    Ji Baiming didn't know or was interested in what happened to the other girls. Anyway, he only knew that his little bamboo pole was fragrant and soft, and when he called him brother, it was still sweet.

    At the end of the opening dance, Ji Baiming was invited to speak on the stage, and Tang Qian found a corner seat and sat down.

    Just when she ate three delicate little pastries and tried to drink a large glass of champagne, seven or eight wives came in to talk to each other. Without exception, they all brought daughters or sons of the same age. Trying to strike up a conversation.

    It was the first time for Tang Qian to attend the banquet, so she couldn't resist, just when she didn't know what to do, Ji Baiming led her out of the hall.

    "It's not over yet, where are you taking me?"

    "It's getting late, I'll take you back to school."

    As soon as he walked outside, the cold wind rushed over.

    Tang Qian, who was wearing a skirt, shrank her neck subconsciously and trembled a few times.

    Ji Baiming turned around to block in front of her, took off his coat and walked over.

    The clothes that fit him well seemed to be able to be stuffed into her body, pulling them together and buttoning them tightly, like a child stealing an adult's clothes.