Meeting You Is My Simple Happiness

Chapter 212 The way of celebrating

Mo Shen's thin lips hooked slightly, and his gaze returned from Ye Mu. His deep eyes swept across the meeting hall, and he simply said: "Similarly, cultivating new talents is also the most important thing for Xinqiu this year. This circle needs a lot of fresh blood. Xinqiu is as young as Miss Ye Mu, willing to endure hardships. There are not many female artists who have acting skills. I admire them very much and support the company's support for her. Xinqiu will continue to look for the next one and hope that you can seize the opportunity."

Obviously, although Mo Shen didn't put his gaze on Ye Mu anymore, everything he said was biased towards Ye Mu. His reason is so reasonable that you have to accept it.

An attractive man is full of charm in everything, even if he is complimenting another woman, but it is enough to make people intoxicated. Mo Shen had this ability. He was speaking on it, and no one listening to it made any unnecessary movements, until Mo Shen held a glass of champagne and raised a toast to everyone in the audience: "Finally, bless the new ball. The better it goes."

Mo Shen said so, everyone in the audience raised their glasses for cooperation.

After Mo Shen's speech was over, the banquet really began, and melodious waltz music sounded on the dance floor next to the dining area. It was time to dance, and Mo Shen had been staring at him since he stepped down.

Among these women, there are many who actively want to invite Mo Shen to dance. But Mo Shen's aura was too strong for people to dare not approach. There are also a group of women who are staring at Mo Shen, but their attitude is completely opposite to the group of women above. They are all waiting for Mo Shen to invite them to dance. Most of the female artists have unspeakable confidence in their looks.

Mo Shen did not glance at these women, and walked straight in the direction of Ye Mu. There are not a few women who are eye-catching today, and there are not many who hold down Ye Mu's style. But she seemed to be the only one in the eyes of this man. He walked up to her and stretched out his palm: "May I ask Miss Ye to dance?"

Ye Mu put his hands behind his back, did not stretch out immediately, as if thinking about whether to agree or not, but she looked at Mo Shen's eyes clearly more like asking Mo Shen, what on earth he was going to do.

Ye Mu hadn't agreed with him yet, his hand was already on her waist and asked her: "Remember the steps you taught the little lady a few days ago?"

"Yeah." Ye Mu nodded in response. Now I understand why Mo Shen had proposed to waltz at the time. It turned out that it was because of such an arrangement today.

Mo Shen's footsteps led her, feeling her tense and tight, and Mo Shen said to comfort her: "Don't be nervous, remember what I taught you a few days ago, just feel free."

Ye Mu didn't speak, but her arm holding Mo Shen was obviously loosened, and her hand holding Mo Shen's arm was intimate and ambiguous. In the eyes of other women, this may have become a deliberate provocation.

At this moment, Ye Mu's attention was all on Mo Shen. She and Mo Shen's dance steps became more and more in harmony, Ye Mu smiled knowingly, and said in a low voice: "This kind of dance seems to be destined to only dance with my uncle."

If it was someone else who couldn't relax so much, Ye Mu would have to study for another six months at least to make progress.

"Very good." Mo Shen raised his brows, he really liked this kind of "destined".

The appearance of Mo Shen raising the corners of his mouth slightly for Ye Mu made many people's eyes red with envy, and the more he dared not look down on Ye Mu. Although this woman usually doesn't like to talk, but for men, for some reason, there are always some very good men around.

Song Zhuochen didn't go in for dancing. He leaned on the cylinder to look at Ye Mu, with a little loneliness on his face, revealing the truest emotion of this period of time. He asked Ye Qiwen on the side: "That man is Ye Mu's husband."

Song Zhuochen's sourness was too obvious, Ye Qiwen felt a little uncomfortable. Even though she has nothing to do with Song Zhuochen, she just feels uncomfortable. Since Song Zhuochen already knew about Ye Mu's marriage, there was nothing wrong with letting him know Ye Mu's husband.

"Yeah." Ye Qiwen made a reply from her nasal cavity, which was already her answer to Song Zhuochen.

"I should have thought of..." Song Zhuochen said to himself.

He always thought that Ye Mu and Mo Shen were related by blood, but he did not expect that they would be husband and wife. But after being confirmed, he felt that it was a silly thing that he thought they were related by blood.

The words and deeds of Mo Shen and Ye Mu are obviously only between men and women, and everything is reasonable and reasonable.

"I'm going back first." Ye Qiwen didn't have time to listen to Song Zhuochen's sentimentality, put down the food in her hand and said lightly.

Song Zhuochen shook his head and turned around to look at her and said, "I will send you off."

Ye Qiwen shook her head. She has tried her best to establish a clear relationship with Song Zhuochen, how could she let him send: "No need, I can do it myself."

"Ye Qiwen." Song Zhuochen watched her turn around and couldn't help calling her. She stopped, and he said, "My conditions have been there. Please tell me what you need."

Ye Qiwen tightened her palms and left the meeting hall without answering Song Zhuochen.

Song Zhuochen's only relationship with her before seemed to be just a mistake some time ago. Song Zhuochen gave Ye Qiwen the feeling that he wanted to make up for it, and he was afraid of owing Ye Qiwen.

Ye Qiwen wanted something from Song Zhuochen so that he would no longer feel guilty. But Ye Qiwen didn't know what else she could take away from Song Zhuochen.

Ye Qiwen left the meeting hall, and Song Zhuochen's expression was restrained. He slowly turned around and stared at the men and women who were still dancing on the dance floor. When he saw Ye Mu, his eyes stared fiercely, and he refused to let go for a moment, greedy and uncontrollable.

Today's celebration banquet was really just Ye Mu's celebration banquet, and everyone envied Ye Mu. But it is not envy that she won the prize, but that she is deeply favored by her. Sometimes, it seems more important to marry a rich family than to be a star. Besides, it is still a top giant like Mo Shen? Who doesn't want to go in?

Ye Mu pushed open the bedroom door, sat down on the sofa, raised his hand to remove the jewelry from his ears and wrists, and said to Mo deep behind him: "I didn't expect that there were so many people at the celebration party today. I thought my uncle was not coming."

"Is it a great effort to come?" Mo Shen looked at Ye Mu's suggestion in the mirror.

Ye Mu nodded and said sincerely: "It's a great achievement."

As soon as Ye Mu's words fell, Mo Shen, standing behind her, pressed her chest against her back spine, pressing her two hands between the dressing table, enclosing her, and her thin lips were very close to her ears: "That The little madam’s celebration banquet is over, can mine be considered to start?"

Ye Mu stopped taking the earrings off his hands, and looked at him with some doubts: "Should I go to cook a meal for my uncle?"

She thought it was the same as last time.

"This is not the only way to celebrate." Mo Shen leaned over, with thin lips printed between her neck, what he called the method of celebration was very clear at this moment.

(End of this chapter)