Mr Grant, Please Be Gentle

“What took you so long to come out, it was all over any later.”

Blanca Roach complained, noticing that Matthew Grant didn’t take the party seriously at all, agreeing to it easily at first and not participating in it.

He didn’t care so much that his daughter had recognized a godmother.

Blanca Roach was a bit resentful, and Matthew Grant saw it and gave her a provocative pinch on the face, loving the way she puffed up.

“Matthew Grant!” the little puffer fish was about to explode.

Matthew Grant hurriedly wrapped Blanca Roach in his suit to save her from blowing up: “Pufferfish, take it easy.”

Although there was no band, Blanca Roach also set up a session, social dancing.

It was a great atmosphere today, not so formal, so those who could or could not dance, got off the dance floor.

In an area of the lawn, men and women were paired up in pairs, and the atmosphere was thick with elegant and ambiguous music and a dark environment.

When the music first started, Blanca Roach also pulled Matthew Grant along and danced in the crowd.

Body close to each other dance body, this atmosphere, Blanca Roach and Matthew Grant dry fire, with the rhythm of the music quickly turn to the corner, dance steps do not stop, but the heartbeat is chaotic …

Most people had company, even Alice was hugging her doll and spinning around on the lawn.

Winnie has returned to normal, but she stood alone next to the grill, looking at the dancing crowd in the distance, full of envy.

“Miss Winnie, can I ask you to dance?”This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Charles White handed out his hand with the kindness of a relief.

Winnie accepted this kindness, put her hand on Charles White’s hand and entered the dance floor.

The song was over.

The crowd came back from the lawn with interest and went back to business, but something seemed to be in the eyes of each pair.

Blanca Roach sat on the sidelines and said to Matthew Grant, who was grilling, “I think I’m a great matchmaker, I’m sure we’re going to make a lot of pairs today.”

Matthew Grant smiled lightly and handed Blanca Roach a freshly grilled skewer of meat: “One skewer only.”

Blanca Roach looked at the skewer with little meat on it and saw it as if it was a treasure; oh my God, she was dying for it, but barbecue is not healthy.

Her heart was dripping with blood.

“Blanca,” Winnie said, carrying her drink and sitting next to Blanca Roach, who was particularly happy today.

Not the same kind of happy as before, but leaping from the inside out.

“Blanca, who’s that guy who hit me?” Winnie pointed to Charles White, pretending not to recognize him.

“His name is Charles White, what, you want to get back at him?” Blanca Roach thought Winnie was holding a grudge for being hit.

Instead, she saw a glint of light under Winnie’s eyes, “He was very nice, and just saw me alone without a partner and asked me to dance.”

“…” Blanca Roach looked at Winnie’s eyes heart secretly chagrin, Winnie should not be interested in Charles White, right.

“He probably … didn’t have a date either, his girlfriend didn’t show up.”

“He has a girlfriend?” Winnie’s face changed.

She was saying this because she wanted Winnie to stop in time; Blanca Roach didn’t want to see a love triangle with a few of her friends.

“Well, they’re not married, but they even have a baby.”

Winnie stopped talking, staring at Charles White’s eyes turned from just delighted to torn.

Blanca Roach, vaguely sensing that there was a part of the story she didn’t understand, added.

“He’s scummy, stay away from him, his girlfriend has given him children and he’s not even married, do you think he’s scummy?”

“Well, scum.” Winnie dropped her eyes.

Blanca Roach distinctly saw the light in her eyes disappear, and she surprisingly felt a sense of guilt for doing something wrong, but not regret.