Chapter 950

Xiong Miao concealed the embarrassment in her heart, smiled at John naturally and said, "Mr. John was joking, it's all for the cause..."

Her wine glass was still held in the air, and Zhan Yeling didn't clink glasses with her at all, and didn't even look at her. He responded to John and said, "Women are like clothes..."

After saying this unclear sentence, he left with a glass of wine.

What Zhan Yeling said so well, John's smile froze on his face, and he looked at Xiongmiao suspiciously.

The last time we met, Zhan Yeling still talked about my woman. Why are you so indifferent today?

Xiong Miao eased the atmosphere from embarrassment: "Not everyone can get a laugh from Zhan Yeling's humor."

"Hahaha, you're right." John laughed out loud after hearing what she said, and followed Zhan Yeling to the depths of the banquet.

Xiong Miao looked at Zhan Yeling's back, took a deep breath, and then let out the stale air.

It seemed as if he wanted to exhale the deep pain in his heart, but he was still deceiving himself in the end.

No matter how deeply she inhaled and exhaled, her heart still hurt so badly.

Zhan Yeling's words just now were like a thorn in her heart, blood was flowing, and she couldn't extricate herself.

Women are like clothes. what do you mean? Doesn't it mean that you can lose it if you lose it, or you can change it if you change it.

Zhan Yeling said this to her on purpose.

She could feel Zhan Yeling's hatred for her. This kind of hatred penetrated into the bone marrow and was deeply rooted. It's not easy to uproot it.

Xiong Miao stood there with a heavy heart, still holding the glass of wine that was sent out but no one clinked with her, lowering her eyebrows, looking at her toes, bewildered.

Dai Sisi toasted a round of wine. She felt tired to deal with this kind of occasion, so she went back to Xiong Miao, saw her downcast face, and asked worriedly: "Mr. Xiong, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell? No, I'll take you back."

Just as Xiong Miao raised her eyes and was about to say something, she saw a businessman approaching Dai Sisi with a glass of wine: "Miss, you look beautiful today, can I ask you to dance?"

The businessman in a suit and leather shoes, with a handsome face, invited Dai Sisi.

Dai Sisi, on the other hand, looked at Xiong Miao for consultation.

Xiong Miao said, "You go."

Dai Sisi said to the man with a smile, "Okay."

So I went to the banquet ballroom with the man, and started the elegant and noble Latin dance steps of the upper class.

Xiong Miao's gaze pierced through the crowd and landed directly on Zhan Yeling who was talking with a foreign businessman. He was wearing a black suit, deep and dignified.

The innate nobility made his gestures so seductive.

Xiong Miao was looking at him, Zhan Yeling's black eyes were looking at her, Xiong Miao quickly looked away, as embarrassed as if someone caught her peeping.

With his head down, he turned around, put the goblet back on the bar, and Xiong Miao walked out of the banquet by himself.

The excitement belongs to other people, but deep in the banquet, she only has deep pain in her heart.

Looking at Zhan Yeling, thinking of what he said just now that women are like clothes, it felt like a big stone was pressing on her heart, and the pain made it difficult for her to breathe.

She was going out to get some air, maybe it would make herself feel better.

Outside the hotel, it was already late at night.

At night in the city, the lights are feasting and the neon lights are flashing, making it impossible to guess the exact time.

Xiong Miao stood by the side of the hotel gate, watching the people and cars passing by on the asphalt road ahead.

Her eyes were in a trance, her whole body was in confusion and grief, and her mind was full of Zhan Yeling's contempt for her just now.