Under the regretful and jealous gaze of the women, Shen Hou stood, and the man bowed halfway.
But listening to her speak slowly—
"Sorry, no."
Wow—
One stone stirred up a thousand waves.
"Who is this woman?"
"So arrogant?"
"Even Yan's face dare to refute."
"That cheongsam looks pretty, but it's a pity to wear it on her."
"How come the more I look at it, the more familiar? I seem to have seen it where, where..."
"Isn't this the one picked up by the Song family? I even showed up at the confession dinner not long ago!"
"Yes! I saw her with Mrs. Song!"
"Why... why did you choose her? This one...cough..." Xiao San'er!
It was the third son of the deceased heir of the Song family. It is said that both children have given birth to two children!
For an occasion like this, if you invite a dance or an opening dance, the candidate must be determined in advance. It can't be really random, but the result seems to have been randomly selected at the moment.
Otherwise, no matter how much you will spend Shenhou!
You know, even if Pan Xiaojing is dead, she still can’t make it to the stage. However, she was able to make a public appearance on this occasion by giving birth to a son and a daughter of the Song family’s lineage, but in fact her name is not righteous. , The family background is not innocent enough.
Whoever chooses Master Yan to dance this dance, it is impossible to choose her!
Zhong Yuhong talked and laughed because he met a few old sisters, but didn't notice Shen Hou for a while, and the two separated.
While Yan Zhi returned to invite the dance, her heart sank, and she wanted to step forward, but was quickly stopped by a few old sisters—
"What are you going to do? Add chaos."
"No... I have to help Xiao Shen to get out of the siege! She can't cope with this kind of scene!"
"Don't worry, wait and see, see if she agrees or refuses."
"Yes, the identity of the heir of the Yan family is a sweet pastry. We are worried that the temple of your Song family is too small to live in this big Buddha. Just take this opportunity to give her a try!"
"But..." Zhong Yuhong muttered softly with his feet stagnant: "A bird that wants to fly will eventually fly, even if you know the result, it won't help."
"Birds want to fly, and manpower cannot be stopped. But you have to have this foresight in advance, so that you have the defensiveness, and the investment that is destined to be unrewarded will also be reduced accordingly, so as to avoid the loss of people and money."
They are all smart people, and there is no need to explain the deep meaning in the words, they can be understood at one point.
"Hey! Look! She refused—"
Zhong Yuhong raised her eyes suddenly, helplessly being too far away. He could see people but couldn't hear the sound. He could only learn the development of the situation from the discussions of other people around him.
"No, right? She agreed again."
"real or fake?"
"Hands over, can I still lie to you? Don't believe it and see for yourself.
"It really is... ... "
Soon, the melodious waltz sounded, the crowd dispersed, freeing a middle space for the two to dance.
The man has a straight suit, and the woman's cheongsam is gentle, one supporting his waist and one shouldering his shoulders. Every step is incomparably tacitly stepping on the beat.
At first glance, it looks like a stranger.
In the face of such brilliance, everything around was reduced to a foil for the two, eclipsing them.
"Who are you?" Shen Hou looked at the strange face in front of him with a torch in his eyes.
"Didn't I just introduced myself yesterday?" The man laughed.
"Yan... Know what to return?"
"So you still remember." He seemed very happy, like a spring breeze between his eyes.
"Well, knowing back... Shao Yan did something wrong?"
The man didn't rush to answer, but took her a few times and switched dance steps at the moment when the high pitch was rising. As the music eased, he gradually slowed down.
"... ... Perhaps."
"For love, or for profit?"
"Losing is nothing more than pain, and feelings have to be heart-wrenching." He looked at her, his black eyes were like a deep pool, as if he would sink in if he was not careful.
Shen Hun didn't know what he thought of, and there was a moment of wonder in his eyes.
"So, the name means—" He leaned closer, spraying the heat, a bit ambiguous, but his eyes were extremely clear, "It's not too late to know when you're lost."
She retreated calmly, avoiding the atmosphere he deliberately created, still following her dance steps skillfully and gracefully, with a graceful posture.
"It doesn't sound like an epiphany, it's like an atonement."
The man took a deep look at her, but she didn't look at him directly, didn't want, didn't want, or even bothered to guess his heart.
After a long while, he lowered his eyelids and hooked his lips like self-deprecating: "...Yes, it's an atonement."
Without thinking deeply, Shen Hun stayed with him for so long. As the music gradually came to an end, her little patience slowly ran out.
"You just said that you can help me get what I want—what do you mean?"
Yan Zhifan was stunned, and immediately laughed: "It means literally."
"I'm not joking, and please don't bend the corners." His eyes were like a knife, and his voice was like icy edges.
"If you didn't say that, would you agree to my invitation to dance?"
"No." She had already refused.
If it hadn't been for Yan Zhifan to quietly say that to her in a low voice, Shen Hou might not even look at him.
This dance was exchanged for it, with hidden intentions and conditions.
"You lied to me?" The smile narrowed.
Yan Zhifan hugged her in a circle, and then in a circle, turning his head in a natural way, brushing his ears for a moment, and listening to him softly speak: "The person you want to follow, I have helped you keep an eye on it. Enough for you to earnestly accompany me to finish this dance."
Shen Hou's sharp eyes fell on his face, with a sense of scrutiny.
The man is not evasive, not only is he not guilty because of her gaze, it seems that there is still a bit of joy that finally gets her a straight eye.
At this moment, the melodious tune of the dance music suddenly changed, and it suddenly became high-pitched, like a small stream gurgling into the Pentium River without any transition.
When the music changes, the dance will naturally change.
Yan Zhifan: "Tango club, right?"
He knew that she would, once he saw her skipping with Quan Hanting.
At that time, he could only hide in the shadow of the corner, even anger must be restrained and restrained, and jealousy was not allowed at all.
Now, her hand is in his hand, and her person is in his arms.
Maybe this is what God makes him alive-make up for everything, redeem everything!
Cross step, kick, jump, spin, luxurious and elegant, passionate and wild.
The man is completely dominated, and the woman follows closely.
Strictly speaking, cheongsam is not suitable for such a wide-open dance movement, but it is not abrupt right now, and Shen Hou's body movements are not hindered by it.
On the contrary, the dignity of the cheongsam and the seriousness of tango are the same.
The music stops and the dance is over.
Both men and women thank each other.
After that, Shen Wei exited the scene and disappeared into the crowd; Yan Zhifan talked with the greeting guests, intertwined.
When the second piece of music sounded, men and women were paired and slid onto the dance floor.
Shen Hou retreated to the corner, opened his palms, and a room card appeared in front of him.
On a black background, it is decorated with silver auspicious clouds, and the lower right corner is marked-4403 in small gold letters.