Chapter 34 Take Off His Mask

Mr. Thin?

Luo Zheng paused, the surname "Bo" was not too common.

In an instant, she thought of Bo Hancheng.

Bo Hancheng, her bodyguard, can give birth to a faint joy just by reciting his name.

It's a pity that I can't see him again sooner.

I really want to know what he looked like seven years ago!

Thinking of this, Luo Zheng did not look back, but planned to put down the wine glass and leave here.

But at this moment, another voice sounded, showing an old smile: "Hancheng, my granddaughter rarely invites, why don't you leave after dancing?"

"Snapped--"

The next moment, Luo Zheng's palm trembled, and the wine glass fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

The red liquor spreads and flows on the ground, like a blooming flirtatious flower on the other side.

For a time, some people noticed and looked at her strangely.

Luo Zheng didn't have time to pay attention to others, just because his mind was blank, as if something was blooming, his heart was beating wildly, and he was about to jump out of his chest.

Cold City... Cold City... Cold City...

Surname Bo, name Hancheng, Bo Hancheng!

Without hesitation, she turned around in a panic, looked up at the stage, and on the stairs beside Luo Tingxue, slowly walked down a man, with a noble aura all over her body and a mysterious mask on her face, which made people feel dangerous, deep and difficult. Measurement.

It's him--

With just one glance, Luo Zheng immediately recognized that he was the man he met before!

Grandfather called him "Hancheng", even if people have the same name, but the unique feeling he gives will never lie... At this moment, Luo Zheng completely stopped thinking, couldn't hear any words, couldn't see anything, and was wholehearted. Let him fill up.

So, the girl wore a bright red dress, and in the shock of the crowd, she quickly passed through the crowd, aimed at the man's position, and ran up the steps step by step.

"Mr. Bo, I heard from my grandfather that you want to work at Beijing University, and you still teach art! It just so happened that I applied to major in art, and I am fortunate to be your student. Teacher Bo, I hope to give more advice at Beijing University in the future—"

Luo Tingxue smiled and said politely, and slowly stretched out her hand.

Because her heart was tied to the man, she didn't see Luo Zheng rushing to the stage for a while.

And in the audience, there is a heated discussion:

"Who is she? Why do you come to power at this time, do you understand the rules!"

"That is to say! This is Princess Luo's birthday, what is she crazy about!"

"Let her go crazy and be in such a hurry to grab the limelight, she will definitely be kicked out of the dance!"

...

Looking at Luo Zheng rushing to the stage, everyone showed all kinds of eyes, contempt, disdain, and ridicule.

As for Bo Hancheng, when he heard the discussion, he lowered his head and glanced at Luo Zheng lightly, his eyes like an abyss, and he was silent without ripples.

Luo Tingxue followed his gaze and frowned instantly, who is this girl and what does she want to do on stage? !

"Miss, the dance will start soon, you just need to wait below, you don't need to come up."

No matter how displeased she was, Luo Tingxue kept her upbringing and reminded politely.

However, Luo Zheng turned a deaf ear, continued to run up the steps, and finally stopped in front of Bo Hancheng.

She wore a fox mask, and her eyes were misty, as if the sky was full of starlight... Because she was running too fast, she gasped slightly, and her pink lips were opened and closed, exuding silent temptation.

Looking at it again, the red dress reflects the snow-white skin, even through the mask, it makes people feel amazing.

Undoubtedly, she is a stunner.

Ignoring everyone, Luo Zheng looked up at Bo Hancheng, and at the same time reached out and slowly stepped forward to cover his mask.

The purpose of her move was obviously to take off his mask.

Originally, Bo Hancheng should have stepped back and avoided, he could not tolerate the touch of strangers.

Just inadvertently, he saw her arm, wrapped in snow-white gauze, apparently because of the injury.

No wonder, it feels a little familiar.

It turned out to be her, funny little thing—