At this time, Gao Zinyin was less than three meters away from Jiang Yancheng, and he wanted to slip away when he was not paying attention.
When Jiang Yancheng said "just standing there like an idiot" to her, she suddenly realized how embarrassed she was.
Jiang Yancheng's purpose seemed to be to say Gao Ziyin was "standing there like an idiot."
"It's Miss Gao," said the Frenchman who was talking to Jiang Yancheng. "Mr. Jiang really doesn't understand French. Could you please translate for me?"
Gao Ziyin had no choice but to force his way through.
Gao Ziyin was confused. He didn't understand French. What was he talking about with others just now?
Jiang Yancheng began to speak in Chinese, looking cheerful and talkative. He talked about Yancheng Group's business in Morocco and its recent plan to expand into France. He wanted to hear the other party's opinion.
Gao Ziyin wondered why he suddenly wanted to come to France?
However, Gao Ziyin's French sounds very pleasant, in a different way from her Chinese.
Gao Ziyin had also heard of the person who was chatting with Jiang Yancheng. He was an investment tycoon.
As soon as Jiang Yancheng arrived, he contacted this kind of person, which shows that he is quite capable.
"Miss Gao, are you leaving?" After the conversation, the Frenchman left. Jiang Yancheng looked at the bag in Gao Ziyin's hand, then looked at his watch. "But it's true. Someone like Miss Gao, who has to ask her mother for her opinion before living with a man, should leave early. However, I'd like to ask Miss Gao for a dance. Is that convenient for her?"
Jiang Yancheng seemed to glance at the bag in Gao Ziyin's hand casually, but in fact, he had already seen Gao Ziyin's black-soled shoes.
Jiang Yancheng suddenly remembered that he had danced with Gao Ziyin in the past few years, and a flash of tenderness suddenly flashed through his heart, a tenderness that was full of heartache. This emotion had never appeared in Jiang Yancheng before.
"Great. It's such an honor for me to dance with you, Mr. Jiang. This is also the first time I have such an honor to be invited by Mr. Jiang." Gao Ziyin also said.
It turned out that he remembered dancing with her when they were young, and she remembered it too, both clearly and clearly, without the irony and sarcasm of today.
Jiang Yancheng put his arm around Gao Zinyin's waist and inhaled her refreshing fragrance.
"Why do I feel like you've suddenly become shorter?" Jiang Yancheng said to Gao Ziyin.
Gao Ziyin frowned slightly and said, "We've never danced before, so how do you know how tall I am?"
Jiang Yancheng laughed again, that insincere laugh, "We've slept together before. How could I not know? I thought you at least licked the tip of my nose, why did you lick my chin?"
I vaguely remember that in the photo taken by Song Xun, Gao Zinyin and Cheng Yan were almost the same height.
Gao Zinyin was not short to begin with, but when she put on high heels, she looked like she was about 1.8 meters tall.
Now she wasn't wearing any.
Gao Ziyin didn't know what Jiang Yancheng knew or what he was testing. He always talked about her height. Gao Ziyin wondered what he meant.
"So, are you saying that you are too tall? No matter how tall you are, your kidneys will soon be damaged!" Because he was close to him, Gao Ziyin had to look up to talk to him.
"I don't know if I can have children after a kidney transplant. I'm quite curious." Jiang Yancheng seemed to have suddenly thought of something.
Gao Ziyin thought again, what exactly did he mean by the hidden meaning in his words today? Why was he acting like a child?
Gao Ziyin just didn't answer.
He lowered his head, and as he lowered his head, the top of his head brushed against his chest, and Gao Ziyin's heart beat faster.
His shoulders were broad and firm, giving her a sense of security. Except when they were in bed, the closest distance between her and Jiang Yancheng was when she sat on his lap, holding hands, hugging, and kissing like any other couple, as if they had never done that before.
Gao Ziyin sometimes wondered what kind of love she had been in. Even in his eyes, it wasn't really love.
"I'm going to start a company in France. Are you excited?" Jiang Yancheng suddenly said in Gao Ziyin's ear.
"It has nothing to do with me. I'm not moved!" Gao Zinyin said again.
"The company is located in Provence, so it's convenient for chasing women." Jiang Yancheng said again.
"Who are you chasing?" Gao Ziyin suddenly raised his head and asked Jiang Yancheng.
Jiang Yancheng just smiled mysteriously, "You'll know when the time comes. Maybe you'll have to see me every day from now on. Isn't that annoying?"
Gao Ziyin frowned. Seeing him every day? Wouldn't that ruin her wish to keep the child by her side?
"Where is Alan?" Gao Zinyin asked again.
"As a mother, aren't you being cruel? You won't see him? You won't see him and you won't see me?" Jiang Yancheng added, knowing that Gao Ziyin's cruelty to Alan was actually cruelty to him. "His grandmother is watching him."
"My mother?" Gao Zinyin looked up at Jiang Yancheng.
"Could it be Feng Jin?"
At that moment, Gao Ziyin wanted to kill Jiang Yancheng. He had already dug a trap, waiting for Gao Ziyin to jump.
Seeing Gao Zinyin's eyes, Jiang Yancheng tightened Gao Zinyin's waist and stuck close to her.
"Some people, overestimating their own abilities, always want to do things under my nose. It depends on whether I am willing. If I am not willing, that person will die in embarrassment." Jiang Yancheng said this harshly.
Gao Ziyin looked at Jiang Yancheng. It was obvious that Jiang Yancheng was talking to her, but Gao Ziyin didn't understand why he suddenly said this.
She was just being embraced by Jiang Yancheng and dancing.
Jiang Yancheng bent his body and put his face against Gao Zinyin's face. Her face was cool, without powder or makeup. What Jiang Yancheng touched was her cool and delicate skin.
So, you don’t wear makeup when attending a dance?
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