Jiang Wanwan, who was carrying a huge debt, had to bow his head, "I didn't jump well and might step on your feet."

He Shengting looked at her meaningfully, "Don't worry, I'll teach you."

His eyes were clear, as if he could see everything. Jiang Wanwan couldn't help but feel guilty, doubting that he had a clear understanding of his background. He subconsciously wanted to avoid his gaze, so he could only nod, "Then... I'll trouble you."

"Can you call trouble?"

Her low and hoarse voice makes people feel scented. Fortunately, the lights are dim and she can't tell her blushing cheeks.

Immediately afterwards, He Shengting said again: "You look down on yourself too much."

Jiang Wanwan curled her lips secretly, and it turned out that this is what it means. A dog man is a dog man.

The two of them got off the dance floor. The men and women dancing around were influenced by melodious music, and their eyes were blurred and ambiguous. They whispered from time to time, smiled at the corners of their mouths, and spring was filled with spring.

This was even more tormenting than any competition that Jiang Wanwan had participated in. When the man's palm was resting on her waist, the muscles in her body subconsciously tensed, and her whole body looked like a piece of wood.

"What's wrong?" He Shengting could only approach her ear and asked in the context of music.

The refreshing smell of the man lingered around him, and the humid and hot breath sprayed on his skin, and the soft and numb feeling climbed to the top of his heart. The tiny trembling made her feel as if she had been shocked by electricity. Jiang Wanwan instinctively wanted to escape, and moved her feet to the side and felt like she had stepped on something.

Realizing something, she immediately closed her legs. In just a short while, fragrant sweat was already spreading from the back of her neck.

He Shengting didn't mind being trampled and said with a smile: "You really can't dance?"

Jiang Wanwan, who graduated from the dance academy, felt that her professionalism was questioned. But she wanted to perform the whole show, so she curled the corner of her mouth with far-fetchedness: "I'm not very skilled."

Next, it was too difficult for Jiang Wanwan. He was obviously the king, but he insisted on dressing up as bronze, deliberately unable to keep up with the beat, or took the wrong foot.

Because she was not walking properly, He Shengting would hit others. Whenever he had problems, he had not spoken yet, so he was the first to admit his mistake to Convenience.

He Shengting politely replied: "I'm sorry."

A gentle tone fully demonstrates the graceful demeanor.

Those who are already on the commanding heights don’t mind looking down.

Instead of lowering his image, it highlighted the man's richness and glory. Jiang Wanwan felt it was unworthy, so she stopped teasing and barely kept up with the dance steps.

The two of them were surprisingly co-starred.

Gradually, there was a circle of gaps around the two of them. They were pretty and very pleasing to the eye. More and more people stopped to watch.

After the song ended, there was a burst of applause around him. Only then did Jiang Wanwan realize that he was brought into the atmosphere by He Shengting and forgot to find fault.

When the two walked to the sidelines, Yan Jingyao whistled: "You two have practiced, they have such a tacit understanding. Especially Miss Jiang, you can keep up so quickly."

Jiang Wanwan's face was embarrassed.

He Shengting smiled at her, "I taught her well."

He was so good at giving his face. Jiang Wanwan hummed twice in his heart.

Yan Jingyao smiled wickedly: "Wouldn't Miss Jiang pay some tuition?"

Jiang Wanwan couldn't hear the ambiguity in his words, and his white jade-like ears turned red into cherry color.

I don’t know if it was intentional, but when He Shengting reached out to pick up the wine glass in the waiter’s hand, his fingertips brushed her ears, “Even if the tuition fee is forgotten, I can’t even afford to pay for the painting if I didn’t look at her?”

Jiang Wanwan was angry for a long time. This man was so bad that he could hurt his feet. He could poke him wherever he could.

After the dance, Yan Jingyao said he could send her along the way. The gossip in his eyes made Jiang Wanwan shudder.

"No, she will go back with me to get the painting." He Shengting said with a righteous look on his face.

Unexpectedly, his promise was fulfilled so quickly, Jiang Wanwan hurriedly waved to Yan Jingyao: "Goodbye Mr. Yan."

Yan Jingyao pointed at himself with a funny look: "Your creditor is here. Isn't it easier to coax me up than to have one more creditor?"

"But I owe you after all. I don't have the right to feel at ease before the painting is repaired."

Yan Jingyao sighed and shook his head. Why is such a good girl with an upright view so unlucky and fell in love with He Shengting?

"Then you, please do your own thing." He said meaningfully.

Jiang Wanwan raised the bag in her hand: "Don't worry, I'll carry my self-defense weapon at any time!"

While He Shengting was in a dark face, Yan Jingyao couldn't help laughing out loud.

He Shengting asked the driver to go back, and he drove himself. He asked Jiang Wanwan to wait in place for two minutes.

Jiang Wanwan stood in front of the postmodern art-style statue and watched the light fountain not far away.

Suddenly, a familiar voice came.

She turned her head slightly and saw Tan Mo facing away from the statue, and said sternly to the three women with their heads down: "If she is unhappy, Mr. He will be unhappy. Even Mr. He wants to look at her face. You are not afraid of being offended! If you think Huanya Temple is too small, you can go to the Human Resources Department to resign tomorrow."

Those people are just the women I met in the flower room just now! I didn’t expect that Tan Mo, who has always been gentle, would have such a harsh and stern voice.

Yes, if you don’t have any tricks, you dare to be He Shengting’s confidant?

Jiang Wanwan withdrew his gaze, but he still had doubts in his heart. Who is the person who even He Shengting needs to look at his face?

Before the answer was reached, a Bentley car was parked in front of him. The window was lowered, and He Shengting said: "Why are you still standing there?"

It's hard to imagine that someone in this world can conquer such a monster.

I drove all the way to the water bank and the sky, and the huge house was not as popular as the spot.

As the two of them stepped in, the lights in the living room automatically turned on. They were painted in the study upstairs, and Jiang Wanwan came.

After being restrained for a night, He Shengting pulled the tie and threw it on the sofa. Then he pointed to the wall and said, "Draw it there."

Jiang Wanwan looked at his fingers and saw the famous painting "The Death of the Blue Bird".

It is indeed worthy of being sought after by the calligraphy and painting world for hundreds of years but not inferior.

Jiang Wanwan stopped to watch for a long time, and suddenly found that the words "He Shengting Seal" were included in the collection seal next to him.

The seal script is bright red, it is clearly the one she carved.

She said "huh" and looked at the other paintings, and they all had the seal on them.

Jiang Wanwan was wondering, when he gave him, he was full of disgust. Now he saw it, it was like a child who received the gift he liked, and he wanted to show off all over the world.

I made some sarcasm to him, but when I thought I could ask for it, I finally gave up and reached out to take the painting.

The painting was a bit high, so she could only tiptoe to finish it. This painting was more valuable than her, so she was naturally cautious, and her hands were sore but still failed.

She was fighting the picture frame and did not notice the footsteps coming from behind. It was easy for a man to take off the painting, which was very easy to get it.
Chapter completed!