Your Beloved Sweetheart Is Online-Chapter 1730 - 1733: From Now On, I Make Money, You Spend It (Part 15)

The single girls in the banquet hall were practically going crazy. Hua Hua, exuding elegance, took the host’s hand and was the first to glide onto the dance floor, exuding unlimited charm with every move.

"Haha, Hua Hua’s going to dance till he drops in the middle of the dance floor," Chenxing leaned on Gu Shaocheng, schadenfreude in his laugh. Right now, there were plenty of friends, including many girls in Hua Hua’s fan club, lined up waiting to dance with him.

"Shaocheng, shall we go dance too?"

Gu Shaocheng nodded with the utmost gentlemanliness: "It would be my pleasure."

Huanhuan had already dragged Nan Baihao into the dance floor. Luo Xi looked at Yan Fengchi; they exchanged smiles, "Let’s go."

Bai Wuqing was already holding Wen Jingru’s waist, dancing tenderly in the dance floor. Couples continuously slid into the dance floor, except for Ling Yin, who sat quietly, chatting with Wang Fengtong.

Wang Fengtong, seeing he was also a young person but kept chatting with her, said, "Ling Yin, you should go dance too. You young people should enjoy together, don’t mind this old lady here."

"I don’t like to dance; let them have fun." Ling Yin’s gaze was fixed on Hua Hua in the dance floor, his eyes full of warmth and affection. Hua Hua had his arms around the girls’ waists, dancing so enthusiastically that the entire dance floor felt like it was his world, led and controlled by him.

Aijia Kindergarten kids changed into costumes and were invited to the banquet, so now the buffet area was filled with children, their cheerful voices ringing out.

"Wubai, that girl who kissed you is over there." Zun Zun fearlessly shouted in front of Wubai.

Wubai decisively rolled up his sleeves, seeing the situation going south, Zun Zun quickly made a run for it, "Zun Zun, stop, I promise I won’t beat you."

"I’m not an idiot, you humans are so silly!" Zun Zun stuck out his tongue while running.

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After who knows how long, Hua Hua, exhausted, flopped onto the sofa, snatched Ling Yin’s wine glass, and drank it all in one go.

"Why didn’t you go dance?" Hua Hua looked up.

Ling Yin took a napkin and gently dabbed along his forehead, exuding a composed and noble demeanor.

"Watching you dance is enough for me."

Hua Hua pouted, red wine lingering at the corners of his lips: "I danced with girls, holding their waists, so close, aren’t you jealous?"

Ling Yin raised his hand to gently wipe the corners of his mouth, then took a handkerchief to clean his fingers, smiling, "I’m not that petty."

"So, if you find a girl to dance with, I won’t be jealous either, go ahead and dance," Hua Hua blinked his beautiful peach blossom eyes.

"But I prefer dancing with you." Ling Yin’s voice was low, softly whispering in his ear.

Hua Hua raised an eyebrow.

Dancing ballroom with another guy didn’t bother him, but he worried others couldn’t handle it, "Next time, I’ll take you to a gay bar and dance with you there, how about that?"

Ling Yin just smiled without responding.

"Or, we can find a place with no people, and I’ll dance with you!" Hua Hua was in such a great mood today that he was even willing to accommodate Ling Yin.

Ling Yin nodded enthusiastically, "That sounds like a good idea."

"Huh? You really want to dance? I’m already exhausted!"

"Weren’t you going to dance with me?" Ling Yin teased him.

Hua Hua playfully tapped Ling Yin’s shoulder with a grin, "I’m just being polite, but you’re really taking it seriously. I’m so tired I can’t get up, making money isn’t easy in this looks-preferential era..."

"Wanna try playing a different kind of game?" Ling Yin pulled him up.