She took a step back and pulled the topic away: "I dress so casually that I am not suitable to be your female companion."

"What's the difficulty?" He Shengting did not give her a chance to retreat at all, and called out Tan Mo.

The twenty-four filial assistants responded to their requests and came in in a blink of an eye, carrying three or four dresses in their hand, allowing Jiang Wanwan to choose.

"Time is quite rushed, but fortunately, the clothes are all ready-made. I feel wronged by Miss Jiang."

If a six-digit dress is considered to be wronged, there are countless women in the world who are rushing to suffer such grievances.

The skirts are all beautiful, each with its own characteristics, and are extremely luxurious.

Before Jiang Wanwan made up her mind, He Shengting spoke with an unexpected look: "Why are they all strapless?"

The entire presidential office is not afraid of working overtime or staying up late, but is afraid that Mr. He will lower his eyebrows.

Tan Mo quickly admitted his mistake: "It's because I'm not thinking well."

Jiang Wanwan was afraid that someone would attack, so she took a goose yellow dress casually, "Just this one, I like it very much."

He Shengting lets Tan Mo go to see the dress, nods, and says to Tan Mo: "Find a shawl."

Ten minutes later, Jiang Wanwan changed into her dress. The goose yellow color made her skin look white and shiny, and her hair was tied up by the stylist, making her look gentle and elegant.

He Shengting looked at her and was slightly ecstatic.

Finally, he went up and surrounded her with the shawl.

Her white and tender shoulders were covered tightly.

He Shengting suddenly asked, "Do you usually wear suspenders?"

Jiang Wanwan didn't understand why he suddenly asked this, and his big eyes were flashing with a daze, "Hmm?"

He Shengting didn't know what he thought of, his handsome face was slightly heavy, "No wearing it!"

Jiang Wanwan said embarrassedly, "Why not?" After asking, he changed his words, "What kind of clothes do I wear? What kind of clothes does not hinder you, right?"

"The stubborn person cannot borrow a drawing from me."

Jiang Wanwan was grabbed by Qi'an and nodded obediently.

He Shengting's eyebrows stretched a little.

When the two of them entered, the dance had already begun. As soon as He Shengting showed up, he was like sprinkling delicious bait into the lake, and the crowd rushed here.

He greeted everyone and could call out the other person's name in one word. Some of them had only one meeting with him, and suddenly felt a light on their faces, and their admiration for him arises naturally.

He Shengting is a natural leader, and his heart is very good at grasping.

Some people are inevitably curious about Jiang Wanwan's identity and asked jokingly: "Which daughter is this lady? If you can get Mr. He's eyes, you must be kind and kind."

Jiang Wanwan was praised like this and was embarrassed.

He Shengting introduced her with a smile: "This is Miss Jiang. Don't put words like "As a beautiful orchid heart" on her, it's good to not cause any headaches."

I didn't tell anyone about it, but there was a helpless intimacy in my words. Everyone's eyes when they looked at Jiang Wanwan suddenly became much more subtle.

Jiang Wanwan was very uncomfortable. Knowing that he had deliberately put his hand behind him and pulled down the hem of his clothes.

Who knew that He Shengting pulled the chaotic little hand behind him, and a smile flashed in his eyes, "Don't make trouble."

Well, the other women's eyes were already poisonous now.

Jiang Wanwan glared at him.

He Shengting seemed to have not seen it, turned his head and said to others: "She's eyes are not very comfortable, so I'll lose my companion first."

Then take her to a remote seating area.

As soon as he arrived at the quiet place, Jiang Wanwan could no longer help: "Whose eyes are uncomfortable!"

He Shengting said "concerned": "I just saw that you have more white eyes than black eyes."

Jiang Wanwan was about to choke from him, "I'm expressing my dissatisfaction!"

"Stop expressing it, it's useless no matter how you express it."

“…”

"I looked for a lot of things, and it turns out that you are hiding here!" A lazy male voice came.

Jiang Wanwan turned her head and saw the creditor Yan Jingyao walking over with a suit jacket on his arm.

He threw his clothes on the ridge of the sofa and then sat down.

Jiang Wanwan nodded at him, feeling anxious: "Mr. Yan is here too."

Whatever he was afraid of was coming, Yan Jingyao raised his chin to He Shengting, "Did he agree to lend you the painting?"

"No" Jiang Wanwan had not spoken yet, He Shengting took the lead in saying.

"She doesn't care about that painting, so she has no sincerity." He Shengting ruthlessly revealed her shortcomings.

Jiang Wanwan said anxiously: "I don't have it! Maybe Mr. He is so beloved by his "Death of the Blue Bird", I understand it too."

Now his attitude is extremely obedient, and he is not as arrogant as he beats and bites him just now!

He Shengting relaxed his body, folded his long legs, leaned his elbows against the armrest of the sofa, and his cuffs shrank upwards. The low-key watch was still on his wrist.

He raised the wine glass in his hand at Jiang Wanwan: "Then thank Miss Jiang for your understanding."

Who wants you to thank!

I just want that painting!

Jiang Wanwan was so blocked by his words that he couldn't move forward and retreat. He felt so depressed. In anger, he really raised his hand and touched him a glass, drinking the wine in the cup as water.

Now the person who stares at someone is replaced by He Shengting.

Yan Jingyao watched the two of them sue with enthusiasm. The ten thousand-year-old iron tree bloomed. It was rare to see such a vivid expression on He Shengting's face.

Yan Jingyao is handsome and smiles as a standard arsonist. "Ms. Jiang has done his best. Since Mr. He can't bear to give up, I'll find another way. Why not do this? I invite you to dance a piece of dance. How about that painting be written off?"

Jiang Wanwan didn't notice the pressure of He Shengting's gradually lowering his air. Instead, he felt that this proposal was very cost-effective for him, "Really!"

As if Yan Jingyao was afraid that he would regret it, she immediately stood up and urged tactfully: "It seems that the dance music has reached the second half."

He Shengting also looked at Yan Jingyao. He just had the ability to take weight easily. Even if he was angry, he was still calm on the surface.

But Yan Jingyao just felt that his eyes were very creepy.

However, Yan Jingyao turned a blind eye, stood up and reached out to dance to Jiang Wanwan, "That is indeed my honor."

Jiang Wanwan smiled happily, and the faint lights reflected the lights in her eyes even more brilliantly. Even Yan Jingyao, a romantic man who lingers in the flowers, was shaking his mind.

"Yan Jingyao, if you feel too idle, I can notify your family and send you back to the port city." He Shengting spoke indifferently.

He called him with his name and surname, so how could Yan Jingyao not be afraid? He hurriedly retracted his hand and changed to holding his forehead, "Miss Jiang, I'm a little drunk, why don't you let Mr. He dance with you?"

Who are you? Jiang Wanwan glanced at He Shengting's gloomy face and was a little afraid to come forward to talk to him.

He Shengting stood up "unable to do it" and "Let's go."

Jiang Wanwan blinked twice indifferently.

"Aren't you going to dance?" He Shengting got closer and pulled her hand over.

"Hey!" Jiang Wanwan was not careful that he suddenly made such a move.
Chapter completed!