Chapter 13 The flirtatious little wild cat

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Chapter 13 The flirtatious little wild cat

On the dance floor, there were so many men in suits and women in evening dresses that it was dazzling to see.

A powerful man in a black suit stood in a corner, sipping red wine, and seemed out of place with the paired man and woman.

Like an eagle in the night, lonely and sharp.

Cheng Jiangli looked at the men and women on the dance floor, his voice was very gentle, but his eyes were emotionless: "Have you tampered with the number plates again?"

In the masquerade, men and women draw lots in a secret box, and the numbers they draw are pinned on their chests. If they are the same, they will be paired.

Qin Yechen was drinking here so leisurely, and he might have known for a long time that he would not be able to find a female companion.

His heart-stopping deep eyes contained a cold undercurrent: "No one can draw No. 8 and No. 25."

No. 8 and No. 25 were the numbers drawn by Qin Yechen and Cheng Jiangli respectively.

"Hey, second brother understands me." Cheng Jiangli's smile was like a spring breeze.

Chu Yaoxing stood in front of the camera obscura. Before he stretched out his hand, Yu Duoduo's voice came in his mind. [Host, hehehehe, draw lots~hehehehe...]

She crossed her arms across her chest. [You smile so obscenely, are you doing something bad?]

Yu Duoduo explained [How can it be possible! Just curious! 】

It just checked Miss Qin's number and did some tricks to bring them together. How could it be called a bad thing?

Chu Yaoxing put his hand into the box expressionlessly and took out a number plate at random.

After glancing at the numbers, Chu Yaoxing walked onto the dance floor.

Cheng Jiangli observed the people nearby and said: "King's followers were hiding here. When the music starts, the power will be cut off... Hey, second brother, the woman walking over there is really a beauty. I wonder who can Fortunately..."

When he said this, he suddenly paused.

Because the number on the breastplate of the woman wearing a red fox mask and a burgundy evening dress was clearly "8".

Cheng Jiangli: "..."

Qin Yechen's vow just now, "No one can draw numbers 8 and 25," was playing in his mind like a magic voice.

What does light speed slap in the face mean? This is it.

Cheng Jiangli turned around and suppressed his laughter, but the trembling of his body betrayed him ruthlessly.

Qin Yechen obviously noticed it too, his face as dark as the bottom of a pot. Fortunately, there was a mask covering his face, so his expression couldn't be seen.

Chu Yaoxing didn't know what he was thinking, so he walked up to him and nodded.

Qin Yechen stared at her waist as slender as a willow branch.

This waist feels like it can be broken with just a slight bend.

He obviously resisted dancing with others, but the person standing in front of him seemed to be attracted to him magically for some reason.

His hands rested uncontrollably on her half-exposed shoulders.

Feeling his touch, a murderous intent flashed in Chu Yaoxing's eyes.

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