The girl who wears fast suits her to seduce the world

Chapter 258 The beautiful young lady of the Young Marshal of the Republic of China (8)

"Yu'an, can I invite you to dance?"

He Fushi walked up to Xia Ji with an elegant smile on his face and a smile in his deep eyes.

Mu Bochen had just left Xia Ji for a while, and was chatting with Mr. Chen about military affairs not far away. His peripheral vision fell on Xia Ji from time to time, and his face turned dark when he saw this scene.

The corners of his slightly raised lips were sarcastic, and his gaze fell straight on He Fushi's body with a chill.

Is He Fushi blind?Didn't you see who Xia Yuan came in with just now?

He had only left for a while, but He Fushi couldn't wait to stick to him, leaving his fiancée behind.

The veins on Mu Bochen's forehead popped out, and his cold eyes were filled with anger.

Mr. Chen noticed that something was not right about Mu Bochen's expression. He followed his line of sight and noticed the scene not far away. A clear look passed through his eyes, and he casually found a reason to walk aside and look interesting. Watching.

It seems that there is another good show to watch.

Xia Ji took a few steps back, distanced herself from He Fushi, and was about to decline his invitation.

Unexpectedly, He Fushi took a few steps closer and saw that Xia Ji did not agree to his invitation. Wen Run's face looked a little at a loss, and his tone was uneasy: "Yu An, listen to me explain to you, Wen and I Xiang Wei is not who you think!"

"Young master He, there is no need to explain this to me." Xia Ji frowned, her words unfamiliar.

"Yu'an, are you still angry..." Angry that he wants to marry Wen Xiangwei?

He Fushi was interrupted by Mu Bochen before he finished speaking.

"Miss Xia, can I invite you to dance?" Mu Bochen walked up to Xia Ji and bent slightly, stretching out his hand, his eyes dark and gloomy.

There was a sense of competition between He Fushi and Mu Bochen, and the air seemed to be silently filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke.

He Fushi narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at Mu Bochen beside him with a sharper look, with clear disdain and contempt in his eyes.

Oh, Mu Bochen also wants to compete with him?

Everyone at the banquet was attracted by their move and looked at them one after another.

Xia Ji looked at the two hands stretched out in front of her, and her eyes met Mu Bochen's eyes. His dark eyes stared straight at her, her face reflected in his deep eyes.

She smiled indifferently, declined He Fushi's invitation in a distant and polite manner, put her hand on Mu Bochen's, and hummed lightly.

He Fushi's face was covered with a layer of frost, and the gentle and elegant smile on his face was replaced by indifference. He stood quietly, with inexplicable emotions surging in his deep eyes.

Hehe, Xia Yuan is still having a bad temper as before.

His eyes kept falling on the two people dancing intimately on the dance floor.

He Fushi never thought that Xia Yu'an at this time was no longer the Xia Yu'an of the past, and that his admiration and love for him had long since disappeared and disappeared from the past.

Mr. He blew his beard and stared in anger when he saw that his little grandson was so disrespectful to him, that he left his fiancée behind and went to invite other women to dance in front of everyone.

This little bastard would cause trouble for him!This made him lick his old face and apologize to the Wen family.

Mu Bochen put his slender hands on Xia Ji's waist, pursed his thin lips into a straight line, and showed no emotion in his cold eyes.

"Why didn't An An agree to congratulate Fushi just now?"

Mu Bochen's eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a hint of jealousy in his words. His eyes on his handsome face were as sharp as razor blades.

Xia Ji's red lips curved slightly, and she deliberately teased: "Does Mourinho really want me to promise him?"

Mu Bochen was silent, his eyes were covered with darkness, his mouth tightened, and his voice was low: "No."

you are mine.