Quick Transmigration Counterattack: Mysterious Boss, Don’t Tease

Everyone looked at the door inadvertently and was shocked.

A purple evening dress, the perfect streamline outlines the exquisite curve, simple but not elegant, a green silk pick up, noodles like hibiscus, muscles such as gelatin, just that appearance, so that people in the venue are shocked.

The man standing next to the woman, wearing a tailored black suit, perfectly shows his handsome body, the resolute cold face, sharp eyes like a knife, the body exudes a strong and powerful momentum.

Everyone who noticed the doorway was banned.

After the people around them noticed, they followed the eyes of the crowd. When the eyes touched the men and women at the door, like other people, they had no voice and looked at them.

Several monks standing in the center of the venue also noticed the movement, one of them subconsciously looking towards the door.

"Look at what, let him be so surprised." Another commercial amnesty noticed his look of joke, and his eyes followed him to the door.

The other few saw the look of the two, and turned their heads curiously. Even Ke Yiyang, who had always been cold in everything, looked down on their sights. His darkness of the black scorpion suddenly became loud, and after the shock he was violently ecstatic.

It is a kind of joy after being recovered.

Ke Yiyang stared at the familiar face, the face that made him dream.

It is her, she is finally back.

Ke Yiyang stepped toward her. When she walked up to her, she suddenly stopped. He reached out, but when the hand was about to touch her, he stopped.

He did not dare to go forward, he was afraid, afraid that he would touch it, and the people in front of him would disappear into a bubble.

In the past three years, he has experienced too many similar scenes.

He is afraid that the person in front of him is just his illusion.

Ke Yiyang's hand stayed in the air, looking at her with affectionate and persistent eyes.

At this moment, the people around them have become illusory, and there seems to be only two of them between heaven and earth.

In her eyes, only her.

"Hello, Ke." Bei Yuyu reached out and held the slender fingers.

When the hand touches, the warmth of the palm, the familiar voice, let the dusty heart grow up again.

"Hey." Ke Yiyang's fingers gathered a little bit, holding her hand tightly, no longer loosening.

The northern rain 棠 only feels a pain in his hand, his eyebrows are slightly picky, and he is so eager to say: "Ke, you are bothered to let go."

Ke Yiyang ignored it and held her hand in obstinacy.

Suddenly, a pair of rough and powerful hands held his wrist.

Ke Yiyang recovered from the surprise and looked at his master in the direction of his arm.

Xi Shaotian said coldly: "Let your hand, you hurt her."

When Ke Yiyang let go of her hand, she saw her hand slightly reddish, and her eyes suddenly appeared, and a nervous apology, "Hey, sorry, hurt you."

"Ke, please call my name, Bei Yuxi. Hey, this name, I am afraid that something is wrong, after all, we are not familiar." North Yu Yan said with politeness.

Ke Yiyang frowned slightly, "Hey, what's wrong with you?"

Her indifference, her alienation, made him a little scared, like a feeling that she could not catch her and was about to lose.

That feeling in her next move seems to confirm his concern.

She took Xi Shaotian’s arm and smiled and said: "Ke, I will introduce it, this is my fiancé Xi Shaotian."