Chapter 164: I'm the King's Dance

In front of these foreigners, there were still many Chinese around, one by one, and those foreigners looked arrogant and ignored, and Tang Qiu was on fire when he saw it.

He didn't expect that a drinking party held by the Tianjin Chinese Entrepreneurs Association would come to so many foreigners, in his subconscious, he hated dealing with foreigners, even before crossing, it was the same, from the eyes and demeanor of those foreigners, he always felt something indescribable, stimulating his heart.

Especially after crossing over to this era, the arrogance of foreigners and their prejudice and contempt for the Chinese have always stimulated his blood nature and self-esteem in his heart, and also made him more realize that only when the poor and weak motherland stands tall among the nations of the world and is rich and strong can it obtain the right to peaceful dialogue.

His eyes were looking inside, and suddenly his body stiffened, and the murderous aura couldn't help but gush out, and Xiao Ling, who was holding his arm, knew very well that Qiu Li only made no secret of his murderous intentions when he saw enemies or people and things he hated very much.

Following Tang Qiuli's gaze, Xiao Ling's body was also tight, he saw several Japanese, two of them wearing devils' military uniforms, in the Northeast, and fighting devils for several years, Xiao Ling was extremely sensitive to this yellow clothes, it was a natural hatred for the enemy who did not share the sky, her fingers tightly grasped Tang Qiuli's arm, it was so hard.

The rest of the Japanese are better distinguished, short and short, with hoop legs, but still wearing suits, so awkward up and down, the most striking thing is the mustache like a bottle cap under the nose, coupled with undisguised arrogance and arrogance in the eyes, it is not difficult to pick out these non-humans from the crowd.

However, there were the most Chinese around them, nodding their heads one by one, servile and kneeling, and they were cold when they looked at them.

Tang Qiuli exhaled deeply, suppressed the anger in his heart, and slowly walked into the hotel hall with Xiaoling.

The master of ceremonies at the door took the invitation and sang loudly: "Mr. Qiu and his wife Ms. Zhang come to the reception" may be that they came late, or their names are too simple, and there is neither a company name nor a title on the introduction.

The guests who were chatting hotly at the cocktail party turned their heads one after another, wanting to see who this Mr. Qiu was. Or is it so sacred that it dares to be late.

Everyone felt that their eyes lit up, as if two dazzling stars, suddenly descended here, set off the lights of the hall slightly dimmed, the man was young and surprising, a pure white suit, handsome, clear, upright, elegant bookish but could not hide the restrained heroism, eyes as bright as the morning star, the female guests present suddenly felt their hearts jump, as if hidden in the depths of their hearts, a soft thing was suddenly moved, and there was no reason to panic.

This is a man who cannot be ignored anywhere, no, to be precise, it should be a boy, he is not more than twenty years old, and when his gaze scans you, it is like a knife-edge substance, but it makes you feel the openness and sincerity of his heart, this is a boy who is favored by the Creator and makes all men a little jealous.

The girl holding his arm, dressed in white and black dress, set off her plump and soft body, like a blooming snow lotus, the color of white and black, a perfect match on her, fresh as bamboo, elegant temperament, beautiful face, a little powder, a pair of water-cut eyes, looking around with a little curiosity, with the brilliance of wisdom in her eyes.

In the glance, it feels like a warm spring breeze gently brushing your body and mind, her gaze just swept over, and then, with a shallow smile, floated on her ivory-like delicate face, and her head leaned slightly on the boy's shoulder, as if her whole body and mind had been handed over to this big boy, and her long black hair poured down to her round shoulders like a waterfall.

Her smile instantly shattered the hearts of the men present, and they were so intoxicated that they just wanted to get close to her, inhale her permeated fragrance, and wash their hearts that were tainted by materialism and the world.

Those bejeweled ladies, broad wives, and rich ladies, all ashamed of themselves, put the gold and silver jewelry on their bodies, and couldn't help but recycle and cover up, the appearance of this girl suddenly overshadowed these women, vulgar and unbearable, this is a girl who makes men obsessed and women jealous and wants to go crazy.

The appearance of Tang Qiuli and Xiaoling robbed everyone of their brilliance, and Tang Qiuli noticed that a Japanese man holding a radiant Japanese woman recovered from the initial loss, surprise, and jealousy, and turned his disdain and contempt back to them.

Tang Qiuli unceremoniously replied to the past with a knife-like gaze, he would never be polite to Japanese devils, that short Japanese man, as if he had been shocked, his breath was embarrassed, and he was cold, like a knife with a cold light in front of him, but it was the Japanese woman, her good-looking eyebrows raised, her ruddy lips slightly upturned, and a look of surprise in her eyes.

In this short distance of more than ten meters, the two of them were bombarded by countless lights, coupled with the dazzling magnesium lights, those reporters were busy running forward and backward, lest they miss every shot, as if they were welcoming the emperor's arrival.

At the beginning, Xiao Ling was a little nervous when she saw such a big scene, especially the gazes of some men, which made her unbearable, as if she was going to strip her clothes, she only kept smiling and grabbed Qiuli's arm even more.

The huge momentum and strong self-confidence from Tang Qiuli gave her courage, she carefully felt the warm breath exuded by Qiuli's body, and her heart was surrounded by a kind of sweetness and pride, she was a smart and delicate girl, from the expressions of the guests present, she had a little pride, not for herself, but for her beloved.

The organizer of the reception, a middle-aged man in his forties, greeted them politely and gave them their seats.

This dazzling debut, immediately became the focus of the audience, it is impossible not to attract attention, there are constantly some people who look very gentlemanly, raising their glasses to Tang Qiuli and nodding to Tang Qiuli, including which foreigners, of course, except for those Japanese garbage.

Before Tang Qiuli and Xiaoling came, the Japanese woman was the focus of the audience, I have to admit that this woman is indeed very beautiful, almost delicate face, a pair of beautiful big eyes like spring water, plump figure, tight dress, more prominent her plump, towering rufang, slender waist and straight buttocks, this is a kind of coquettishness, so that normal men when they see it, they think of the beauty of the bed, and they can't wait to press it under their bodies immediately, and indulge their inner **.

After Xiaoling entered the scene, her brilliance and limelight were immediately taken away, and they all said that women are jealous animals, and this Japanese woman is no exception, the jealousy in her eyes cannot be concealed, she sat there, and from time to time she turned her eyes to Tang Qiuli, as if she was planning how to turn this handsome boy into a minister under her skirt.

It's a pity that she was disappointed, the boy didn't look at her at all, and all his energy was focused on the girl who made her jealous, which aroused her competitive spirit, and no man dared to ignore my Miyo Haruyama's cunzài.

The reception officially began, the organizer said a few simple words, nothing more than welcome everyone to come and other clichés, sure enough, as Tang Qiuli expected, the consuls of various countries in the Tianjin concession came, and he was most interested in which German consul, because Battle was going to study in Germany.

Then, the dance party began, Tang Qiuli and Xiao Ling went off the stage, Tang Qiuli also did enough work, which made Xiao Ling unable to hold back laughter, dance music sounded, and the spacious hall was full of moving music.

Xiao Ling was completely immersed in the music, there was no one else in her eyes, only this boy who made her dream, unforgettable, and tender, spinning with Qiuli, like walking in the clouds, Xiao Ling thanked Tang Qiuli in her heart, it was he who let him go to a completely different world, thus changing the fate of his life.

Without him, she is still a girl in a simple mountain village, simple, simple and happy, but this happiness seems to be thin, it is he who took himself out of the mountains, experienced the battlefield of artillery fire and bloody rain, and also experienced the happiness of warm romance and physical and mental integration, his heart has been completely filled by this big boy, and it seems that his life is for him.

Today, let me be a part of your life and body, dance to your heart's content, Xiaoling's character, she is not very interested in this kind of activity, when she has time, she would rather quietly look at her beloved boy, even if she doesn't say a word, as long as it is silently warm in her heart.

Xiao Ling's everything is for her beloved, including today's cocktail party, Qiu Li is already a near-perfect boy, he can't make him lose his color, let his image tonight have any flaws, Xiao Ling put all her enthusiasm, even her life, into dancing with Tang Qiuli.

What's more, dancing with your beloved is an indescribable joy in itself, especially because of her own cooperation, which makes her beloved boy more brilliant, Xiaoling's mind suddenly appeared an ancient poem: "I dance for you" She smiled.

The two of them danced to their heart's content, and they didn't realize that the people around them had stopped dancing, gathered around them, and gave them a soft high-five, playing for the pair.

At first, only Xiaoling, Tang Qiuli and the Japanese woman and his dance partner were left on the dance floor, it seemed that this woman wanted to compete with them, this Japanese woman's dancing skills did belong to the list of masters, helpless, her dance partner was really inferior, short and short, and was taken by this tall woman, like dragging a pickle jar, rolling around all over the ground, how awkward it was, and later, this Japanese woman felt invincible, so she had to hate and leave.

On the dance floor, the two of them were dancing unhappily, and there was no zài around them, and they were already immersed in boundless joy.

(To be continued)

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