Reborn As the School Hunk’s Dearest Daughter

Qin Yu stared at Fu Ting Cen Juan's clasped hands, his whole body suddenly became a little stronger, and his bottomless eyes seemed to be covered with a thick layer of silver frost.

Originally, he wanted to control Fu Ting in his hands through the bondage of marriage, but now it seems that he has to change the way.

After a pause, he said in a low voice, "In that case, I wish you happiness."

Fu Pei looked at Fu Ting leaning against Cen Juan's arms, which was very dazzling, but he thought that Fu Ting was using Cen Juan to reject Qin Yu, so he held back his dissatisfaction.

Mingzhi also thought that Fu Ting and Cen Juan were cooperating in acting together, after all, this was the best way, not only not to offend others, but also to make the other party lose their grip.

"Okay." Ning Yue was very regretful, it seemed that she couldn't abduct someone else's granddaughter.

At this time, the music of the opening dance started, and Qin Yu suddenly made an invitation gesture to Fu Ting, "Miss Fu, can I invite you to dance?"

Fu Ting froze for a moment, but didn't respond for a while.

Qin Yu's sudden invitation made Mingzhi and the others a little stunned, not understanding what he meant.

The man's eyes were sharp and deep, and he looked at Fu Ting calmly, "It's just that Miss Fu hits the spot and wants to make friends. I wonder if there is a chance?"

Ballroom dancing in the upper class is a kind of etiquette. Qin Yu was rejected just now, not only was he not angry, but he wanted to make friends with Fu Ting.

Fu Ting analyzed the pros and cons, and lowered his head to meet Qin Yu's intense eyes. Even though the surrounding lights were bright, the man's eyes could not see the light at all, like a quiet ancient pool, bottomless and mysteriously dangerous.

Fu Ting gave his family a soothing look, and slowly put his hand on his palm, "My honor."

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Seeing Fu Ting and Qin Yu stepping onto the dance floor, Fu Pei and Cen Juan stared at them gloomyly.

Qin Yu had better just want to make friends, if he dared to take advantage, they would definitely not give him any face.

Qin Yan had been staring at Fu Pei for a long time, now she mustered up the courage to come to Fu Pei, "Fu Pei, I'm Qin Yan, we've met before, can I invite you to dance?"

The woman looked shy, her eyes were as gentle as water, and when she smiled, she looked like sprouting bamboo shoots.

"Not interested." Fu Pei refused without hesitation, without even looking at Qin Yan.

Qin Yan bit her lip, although she was a little embarrassed, but it was expected, her purpose was just to talk to Fu Pei, and Fu Pei didn't have the luxury to talk to her.

Ning Yue said dissatisfiedly, "You are so weak, how can you dance, just stay and sit."

Qin Yan groaned softly, and walked to a quiet corner with her head down.

At this time, on the dance floor, Fu Ting and Qin Yu occupied the C positions, attracting the attention of the audience.

Although Qin Yu was a wild man who grew up in the military area, he had received an excellent education since he was a child. Ballroom dancing was no problem. Even because of years of training, he could control the rhythm of leading, and most people couldn't keep up with him.

But Fu Ting followed, and Qin Yu said slowly, "Miss Fu dances well."

Fu Ting was quite calm, "Mr. Qin, you don't actually want to dance with me, so why bother yourself."

Qin Yu held Fu Ting's wrist in his palm. The girl's hand was small, soft and porcelain white, and her nails showed a healthy pink light red color. Compared with Qin Yu's wheat-colored hands, there was an extremely strong contrast. .

Qin Yu is not interested in women. He only carefully looked at his younger sister Qin Qing's hands, which are as delicate as Fu Ting's. However, due to years of blood transfusions, Qin Qing's delicate hands have gradually withered and decayed. How can there be Fu Ting's hands? so pretty.

His younger sister should be the same as Fu Ting.