Ask about feelings 3

  "Why don't you say anything? How much do you want?" Ye Fei Mo asked with a seemingly smiling expression. "You little scoundrel, I don't believe I can't handle you. You're so noisy and annoying, but I won't discipline her for just a few days and she'll be jumping around again."

  Warmth continued to pretend to be dead, fantasizing in her heart that Anning International would go bankrupt soon, and she would triumphantly step on his face with one foot.

  The music starts and all the men dance with their partners.

  A woman came over and invited Ye Fei Mo to dance, her makeup was exquisite, her figure tall and slender, wearing a black evening gown with lotus leaf edges, cold and elegant, but warm and unfamiliar. Ye Fei Mo raised an eyebrow, "No time."

  The woman was taken aback, glared fiercely at Wen Nuan, and stormed off.

  "Damn it, I'm getting hit even when I'm lying down." Wen Nuan couldn't help but blurt out a curse.

  "Miss Wen, on an occasion like this, please be a bit more refined."

  "Who else can hear but you?"

  "Am I not human?"

  Wēnnuǎn fāchū guǐyì de jiǎxiào shēng, "hēhē, yè èr shǎo, nǐ juéwù zhēn gāo, jìngrán yǒu zìzhī zhī míng."

  Translation:

  Warmth let out a strange and fake laugh, “Hehe, Ye Erlang, you are really self-aware, actually having the mind to know yourself.”

  Ye Fei Mo stared at her coldly, his gaze seeming to want to strangle her neck. Wen Nuan turned away, pretending not to see, and let out a bored sigh, "Han Bi is really beautiful."

  He was so angry and amused at the same time, this dead girl's acting skills were even better than his mother's.

  Several investors came to talk to Ye Fei Mo, and Wen Nuan wandered to another corner. After walking around for a while, she found that the women were all pointing at her with their fingers, casting unfriendly glances, mostly disdainful. Her sharp ears picked up the word "butterfly".

  Her eyebrows furrowed slightly, and her butterfly became a symbol?

  She just told Han Bi about this, it shouldn't have spread so quickly, right? She doesn't seem like a gossipmonger either. Warmth's gaze swept over Han Bi, who happened to look over, smiling elegantly, and Warmth silently scolded herself for being overly cautious.

  She doesn't care how others look at her; those women can mock and humiliate her as much as they want, she just pretends not to hear.

  She was idle and took a glass of red wine to the outside balcony.

  The evening breeze was gentle, and standing in a high place looking down at the lights had a strange beauty. It warmed the heart with a hint of relaxation and tranquility. Just as I stood there for a moment, I heard footsteps.

  A warm sigh, such a beautiful night view can't be appreciated again.

  She didn't like going to parties and facing those long-mouthed women.

  "Not ink!" Suddenly heard a soft cry, Wen Nuan was stunned for a moment, this tone... Han Bi?