The Romance Of Mr. Walton

At six o'clock in the evening, she was escorted to the reception door.

After the secretary spoke with someone, he got off the car and opened the door: "Miss Wen, you can enter now."

She carefully got off the car while stepping on her high heels.

After standing still, he raised his head and his line of sight fell upon a pair of stu

ed eyes.

Huo Tingshen received the call. He got out of the car in front and saw her get off the car the moment he got close.

She usually wore a T-shirt and cowboy shoes and looked like an ordinary college student.

The last time he had seen her in the dress he had ordered her to wear, he had been amazed.

But this time … He really thought she was wearing the wrong clothes.

She had successfully covered all of her advantages with her clothes.

Seeing that a man passing by turned his head to look at her from time to time, Huo Tingshen recovered from his shock and walked forward with a cold expression.

Wen Qing felt a little awkward, but when she saw his gaze fell on her, she naturally held her hand to her chest.

"Isn't it very awkward?"

It was obviously very beautiful, but he didn't feel happy at all.

It was too obvious, wasn't it too obvious?

Although he'd seen her figure more often and knew how good it was, he still felt a sense of unexplainable unhappiness in his heart.

"This dress isn't suitable for you at all."

Wen Qing curled her lips. Was this man's mouth only long enough to disgust her?

He stretched out his arm and said in a deep voice, "Hold it."

She put her arm around his and followed him inside: "Can you be a bit slower? I have never worn such high heels before. The carpet is too soft and I feel like I'm going to fall down."

"Then why are you still wearing it?"

"Your secretary picked it out for me," she said.

He tilted his head and looked at her again.

"I already know, so don't say anymore."

She was a little angry. Dressed like this, her feelings had come to be mocked by him.

He took her up to the third floor. At the entrance of the banquet hall, he registered the names of two people and then led her in.

When the two of them appeared, it immediately attracted the gazes of both men and women.

The vulgarity of a man's and a woman's looks could no longer be used to describe how well-matched they were at the moment.

He looked around him, and when he saw the men's astonished eyes, he felt even more uncomfortable. He wanted to take off his suit jacket and hide her.

And she was even more scared, "No …" Isn't this supposed to be a royal ball? Why are there so many people? "

"To me, this is a royal ball."

As he walked forward, her legs softened. She stood in place unmoving, and staggered a bit due to him.

He turned around and asked worriedly, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I've never seen the world before, I was scared," she said awkwardly, her arms tightly wrapped around his arm.

He curled his lips, and for some inexplicable reason, he felt like laughing.

Whatever came out of her mouth went with the flow.

Huo Tingshen said, "Hold onto your chest. The meat is about to fall out."

She gave him a slant, flippant.

However, she still put the handbag in her other hand in front of her naturally.

The two of them had only taken a few steps forward, but just as he was about to retrieve his wine cup, she suddenly stopped.

She gripped his arm tighter and tighter, her nails pinching his flesh.

He looked at her. She was staring at the front left side of the building, her gaze unmoving.

He followed her gaze and saw that wherever her gaze went, there was a person sitting on a wheelchair chatting with others. It was the CEO of Bai's Group, Bai Antai.