The canonization turned a blind eye to the crowd around him, and calmly led Luo Yangyang to the dance floor.

"Holy! Mike, who is he? ”

Seeing that the canonization took Luo Yangyang away, Barney withdrew the gentleman's invitation and slowly straightened up, his eyes full of hostility when he looked at the canon.

"How do I know? It was also the first time I had met him. ”

Mike's eyes narrowed slightly, looking at the back of the saint, he really didn't know who the other party was.

"How do I feel that he and Yangyang Godwin know each other?"

Barney looked at Fengsheng and Luo Yangyang, who were leaving hand in hand, and said thoughtfully.

When the Oriental man invited Yang Yang Godwin to dance, he clearly saw the joy in Yang Yang Godwin's eyes, and they must have known each other.

Otherwise, just based on his and Mike's appearance, they wouldn't even have the ability to compete, so they lost inexplicably.

Luo Yangyang was led onto the dance floor by the canon.

On the big dance floor with the red carpet, as far as the eye can see, there are only her and the canon.

The melodious waltz music sounded, and Luo Yangyang swept her eyes and saw many pairs of eyes coming towards her.

Although there were people clinking glasses, and there was no time to take care of her feelings, she still felt nervous.

"Is it too late to do the same?"

Luo Yangyang asked in a low voice about the canonization, and suddenly regretted it a little.

Why should she be at the mercy of the host on stage?

The host said that if she was asked to dance the first dance, would she have to dance?

She should be able to refuse not to jump, right?

"What's next? I haven't officially danced with you yet, so tonight is just right. ”

canonized and didn't give Luo Yangyang a chance to slip off the field at all.

She's already come up, and it's impossible not to dance a dance.

So, Feng Sheng suddenly hugged Luo Yangyang's little snake waist and spun around her with her.

Luo Yangyang's long hair flew up, and when he turned around, the flowing silk-like hair gently swept from the side of the saint's face, as if on his heart, stirring up a series of ripples, along with the fragrance of her hair.

"The jump was good."

Feng Sheng looked at Luo Yangyang, who was a little flickering because of nervousness, and her innocent little face was also shy and pink, and her eyes looked at her stupidly.

"I've learned."