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Chapter 20 Little Young X Coquettish Girl (5)
The smell of cigarettes mixed with perfume, mixed together, all inhaled into the nose. An Zeru was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to react.
Suddenly soot fell on the back of his hand.
He regained his senses, frowned, held the cigarette in his hand rudely, the back of his hand flushed, and blew it a few times. He withdrew back, his expression was quite disgusting.
Sneered: "Who the hell is rarely involved with you."
After speaking, he turned his head to the side, pinched out the cigarette in his hand, and made a gesture to start the car. Cen Simiao squinted her eyes and called to him: "Eh."
An Zeru didn't care at all, and kept moving. Turning the key to the left, the high-heeled shoes sounded crisply. There was another warmth in my ears.
He tilted his body subconsciously.
Cen Simiao seemed to coax a child: "The temper is too big, don't be angry."
An Zeru felt that she was getting more and more angry. It was okay for her not to speak, and she was upset when she heard her voice. Tighten his jaw and endure it.
Still unable to hold back, he turned his head and met her gaze.
Cen Simiao raised her eyebrows and lowered her eyelashes. Without staring at him, she took a casual sip. Hearing his cold tone: "No matter how I am, it is not your turn to take care of me."
"Don't worry, put on a few more masks, sister."
Cen Simiao clamped the cigarette with her fingers, tilted her head, spit out the circles under her eyes, and then looked back and saw him look mocking, as if she didn't care about her.
She chuckled, lowering her eyes and pulling his hand. An Zeru didn't react, she was grabbed, and the burning cigarette was placed in his hand.
Cen Simiao said in a loose tone: "If you are so angry, then you don't have to pay it back. The cigarettes will be collected."
Then turned and walked in the direction of the hall.
The waist is soft, the legs are slender, and the steps are very charming.
An Zeru's face was ugly, he lowered his eyes to pinch out the cigarette, gritted his teeth, and saw the lipstick mark remaining on the cigarette holder.
It is different from the big red on the Adam's apple that day.
After a moment of stunned, he recovered, the figure in front of him was far away, and he suddenly remembered why Cen Simiao appeared here. He pursed his lips, but he didn't expect it to be really related to An Jia.
What is her idea?
An Zeru didn't go back to the room to change clothes, and went straight into the hall dressed casually. Among the group of people in suits and shoes, he looked particularly eye-catching.
No matter how uncomfortable he was, he could figure it out clearly, and he smiled when he saw people and exchanged greetings. He glanced at the crowd several times without a trace.
The girl standing next to her was very careful. When she noticed it, she pulled him aside and whispered: "Who are you looking for? Your buddies have the same character as you. They can push and push, so Uncle Amber is very good. You call back."
An Zeru absently agreed.
After a pause, he suddenly asked Xiao Suhan, "Have you seen a woman in a black dress?"
Xiao Suhan did not understand.
He added: "Looking at the kind of special proud."
Xiao Suhan lowered his eyelashes, smiled at the corners of his lips, jokingly said: "When did you take the initiative and bother to find someone else?"
He sneered, his brows that had just been flattened and raised his displeasure: "Sister? Sister is about the same."
Xiao Suhan frowned, and was about to continue to ask, when he saw An Zeru shifting his gaze aside, as if he didn't want to mention it again.
She did nothing more.
The banquet is exactly the time when it is lively, it is already the third tune, dancing in pairs. Xiao Suhan took a sip of red wine and felt bored, and said coquettishly: "Let's go dancing, too. It's boring to stay like this."
An Zeru couldn't raise her interest, and asked her to find someone else to jump first.
Xiao Suhan paused, suddenly staring blankly, and stopped at the entrance of the hall. Black long skirt, white body wrapped around, slender neck, straight back.
The corners of his lips are curled right now. But the whole person looks extremely difficult to approach.
She glanced at An Zeru subconsciously. He was looking down at the red wine in the glass. He didn't notice it. He suddenly turned his head and frowned when he saw Xiao Suhan's eyes.
Xiao Suhan raised his eyebrows: "Why, can't I see you?"
He laughed in a low voice, shook his head and said nothing. After had a glass of wine, was about to get a second glass. raised eyes and looked up, his brows twitched, and the black dress was reflected in his eyes.
With a move, he took a sip of the wine.
Cen Simiao was talking to people and chatting about some business matters. She was superficial and curious about this aspect of things, and the other party kept talking, she nodded and remembered.
While talking about it, Cen Simiao quietly looked at An Zeru's seat with a corner.
Then the corners of his lips bend, smiling softly, as if they were two people just beside the fountain. Suddenly the other party closed the conversation, looked into the hall, and said softly: "Let's go dancing, how about?"
Cen Simiao lowered her eyelashes.
She dances very well, every step is on the rhythm, the skirt is light, and the dancing posture is the most outstanding in this group. In contrast, the dance partner is somewhat inferior.
The other party was very contented and happy.
An Zeru tilted his head, staring at him, and shook the glass, seeing Cen Simiao with a gentle and demure appearance.
Snorted: "Pretend."
As if to cooperate with him, Cen Simiao smiled more gently.
An Zeru bored his head and poured wine.
After a while, the music stopped abruptly.
The dancing person stopped immediately and looked around for unknown reasons. The person in charge of the equipment hurriedly went over to check it, and it took time to reconnect a few wires.
By then the place would have been cold.
Suddenly heard the music of bursting eardrums, which was very noisy. Following the voice, An Zeru held the phone, turning the volume to its maximum.
Seeing someone watching him, he didn't panic and raised his brows: "Come on, I'll do a dance for everyone, don't be disappointed. Let them fix it quickly. Let's continue playing."
An Zeru's eyebrows were unruly, and as soon as his voice fell, he walked to the middle, and smiled on his lips. His movements are extremely explosive. The clothes on the outside have long been taken off, and he is wearing a vest with a section of his arm exposed. The muscle lines on his arm look particularly strong.
The person in charge of the banquet also knew how to wink, and turned off the chandelier that was on, turning it into a small flickering light. More infectious. Suddenly became lively.
At the end of the last action, he lifted his chin slightly, his eyes were very rebellious, and the whole person showed a rebellious and publicistic taste.
Cen Simiao's gaze fell on his waist wrapped in clothes.
After dancing, An Zeru sweated on his forehead and walked back, panting a little. When passed by Cen Simiao, didn't even look at her, as if she didn't exist.
Cen Simiao squinted her eyes.
The banquet was over, it was very late. Gu Yu always wanted to find a chance to coax Cen Simiao. He went out to look for her once before seeing her not in the lobby, but he didn't see any figure.
Then there was no chance to talk.
He was about to take Cen Simiao home, but he didn't watch any of them and couldn't find them.
Outside the hall, around the corner.
Tonight was particularly dull, even the lights at the entrance of the hall were useless. An Zeru looked down at the locomotive, preparing to push it into the garage, and suddenly heard the sound of high heels.
He frowned reflexively.
Without looking up, I heard a voice: "Are you free?"
Sure enough, he was very familiar. He pressed his tongue against his teeth and looked at the handlebar: "No."
Cen Simiao said softly, it was the first time to speak to him like this: "Can you take me home?"
An Zeru raised his eyes, his eyes full of mockery: "There is no car to take Miss Gu home? Are you pretending to be a liar? I drank too much tonight."
She shook her head: "I'm motion sick, you take me by bike."
An Zeru: "Walk back."
Cen Simiao said sincerely, "My feet hurt in high heels."
"It doesn't hurt to climb six stairs, it hurts now?"
She paused, and suddenly curled her lips, staring at him openly: "I want to touch your waist, I think it feels good."
An Zeru raised his eyes, chin tightened, biting the tip of his tongue, grinning wantonly: "Good eyesight."
Then he sat on the seat with cross|legs, leaned to the side, and leaned in front of Cen Simiao's eyes. The distance between the tip of his nose was very close, and his voice was slow: "Can't go home?"
Cen Simiao calmly said, "Yes."
The expression between his eyebrows narrowed, he nodded, and then raised the corners of his lips, smiling arrogantly: "It's my ass."