First Frost ( Requested )

The dance performed by Wen Yifan is not long, and the total time is only three or four minutes. As the music stopped, her last action ended.

After freezing in place for a few seconds, Wen Yifan retracted his posture and bowed to the audience. Only then could she spare her energy to look at the position of her own table, and instantly found Sang Yan in the crowd.

Wen Yifan panted lightly and blinked.

After stepping down, Wen Yifan quickly returned to his position.

Sang Yan stared at her sideways.

Wen Yifan wears makeup on his face, and small diamonds are pasted under his eyes, which looks shiny. After other colleagues said some compliments to her, she looked at Sang Yan, curled her lips and said, "When did you come?"

"Before your show started." Sang Yan pulled the coat she hung on the back of the chair and put it on her, "What's the matter with your clothes? Could there be less cloth?"

"..." Wen Yifan couldn't help but smile, "This is how it looks good."

Sang Yan didn't say a word, and helped her dress her coat.

Wen Yifan sat obediently, waiting for his next words, but didn't hear another sentence from him for a long time. I don't know if he was thinking about words. She waited a while and reminded: "Why don't you comment on my performance."

"Didn't you just tell me that you can't dance anymore?" Sang Yan poured a glass of water and put it in her hand again, his expression was flat, and the words of praise seemed a little sloppy, "This is not a good dance."

"I practiced for a long time," Wen Yifan said honestly, "I still dance amateurishly."

"Where is it for amateurs." Sang Yan didn't know what her standard was. She elbows on the edge of the table, leaned her face, and kept her eyes on her. "Also, don't you feel cold if you wear this kind of dancing in winter?"

Wen Yifan shook his head: "There is heating."

After that, Sang Yan didn't mention her dancing again.

Wen Yifan suddenly felt that this man was extremely ruthless.

She comforted herself, and it should be considered a good evaluation to dance well.

The next period of time.

Wen Yifan could use his peripheral vision to notice, and Sang Yan never looked away from her. The frequency increased, she turned to look at him, somewhat confused: "Aren't you watching the show?"

Sang Yan's eyebrows were slightly raised and he hummed neatly.

"..."

It feels that he is not really interested in these, and Wen Yifan did not force him. But she was afraid that he would be bored, so she could only watch the show for a while, and then took the time to talk to him.

Sang Yan responded, playing with her fingers carelessly.

Before the end of the party is the awards ceremony.

Wen Yifan's show took the second place in the Personality Award, with a prize of 3,000 yuan. Her main purpose was to give Sang Yan an accident, but she never thought that she could win a prize at her level.

He took the red envelope back on stage, and Wen Yifan stuffed it directly to Sang Yan.

Sang Yan looked at her: "Why did you give it to me?"

"I wanted to show it to you." Wen Yifan's eyes curled down, with a bright light in his eyes, very frank, "So if you get the bonus, I should give it to you."