By this time, the party was actually almost coming to an end, and Eric had a conversation with someone interested in him, and then found Norman to bid him farewell.

"Don't dance another dance, it's going to be a dance soon." Norman said with some regret that he wanted to keep Eric for a private chat, at least to establish a closer connection than Obadi, but when he saw Harry, he was no longer worried.

In the future, Harry will have many opportunities to go to Eric - for the friendship between Osborne and the mutants.

"Let's dance and let's get our collaboration off to a perfect start." He invited Eric again.

"I didn't bring a female companion." Eric shrugged, he wasn't going to find a random woman to dance with, there were a lot of starlets here, but that had nothing to do with him.

Eric is no casual person.

"Oh", seeing his insistence, Norman didn't ask for any more, and he patted his forehead. "It must have been me who was too reckless, I should have invited you a week in advance, I'm sorry this time, then next time—" He asked in a long voice.

"It will be as you wish." Eric replied with a smile.

"Do you have any unfulfilled wishes?" A mustachioed man came over, and he interjected from the side with a young lady who was not very glamorous in appearance but rather elegant in temperament.

"We've got a lot to say, Tony. You know, there's a feeling called instant acquaintance. Norman squinted at Stark, his attitude was neither cold nor hot, the biggest pressure on Osborne was Stark Industries, and Tony, although he was the controlling owner of Stark Industries, usually left the matter to Obadiah and Pepper. His own abilities have not yet been recognized by the world, and Norman naturally looks down on him.

"That's good. As much as you love each other, I just want to accompany my little darling to meet our Mr. Mutant - you know. She's never been close to such a wonderful creature before, and I think it will inspire her to make art and then dedicate a classic to the masses. Tony shook his finger and said to his female companion, "Honey, go and pet Mr. Mutant to see if he has any beast hair on his body." ”

Norman's eyebrows immediately raised as his partner was humiliated in front of him, but Eric kept his usual smile as if it wasn't his own body that was touched by that hand.

"I'm sorry Eric. Tony! "Pepper. Potts screamed angrily. "Mr. Eric was kind enough to bring me into the venue, and without him I'm still outside to blow the wind."

"That's why I'm poisoned by things that can never be done, go talk to Obadai, and don't bother me with these things." Tony wasn't impressed.

"Tony. Mr. Stark! Pepper was really angry, and when he saw her shouting by name, Tony finally took a step back, and he stroked the beard on his lips and nodded casually to Eric and Norman, and was about to leave.

"I'm sorry Mr. Eric. Tony was a kid who didn't grow up. Pepper dissuaded Tony and explained to Eric in a loud voice.

"If I'm really sorry, then—" Eric said he didn't mind. Then he smiled and said, "How about dancing with me?" ”

Norman laughed, killing two birds with one stone.

"No, no, no." Tony. Stark pretended to leave, but kept his ears on this side. Hearing Eric's invitation, he let go of his female companion and rushed over to Pepper, saying, "You can't dance with him." ”

"Is it true that Stark's tradition is to treat secretaries as personal property?" Eric taunted him from the side. Miss Potts was also a little angry at Tony's stopping, not that she had to dance with Eric. Rather, he was dissatisfied with Tony's attitude.

"Anyway, I will never agree, go to your little love. Man, isn't she there? Tony pointed to Susan next to Doom, who was trying to stop over to talk, and his mouth opened in shock when he heard Tony's words.

"Don't try to fool my eyes - and my nose - you guys were fooling around in the bathroom and trying to kidnap my secretary now? People often say I'm a playboy, but today I'm down to you. "Tony. Stark looked at Eric with disdain, Pepper looked at him, then at Eric, and hugged his elbow with a smile.

Doom's face turned pale, but Susan was calm, she had already made a decision, so the things she had worried about before were nothing. She is free, and since she is unhappy around Doom, who can stop her from finding happiness?

But she didn't plan to look for Eric now, she shook off her hand and left the hall, Durm looked at Eric, his eyes were fierce, he hesitated and chased after Susan.

"Looks like I'm destined to be alone tonight." Eric smiled wryly at Norman. "No one is going to dance with me anymore."

Before Norman could reply, a familiar female voice rang out.

"Who says no one dances with you?"

With the voice, Jean, who was like the most noble empress, walked into the hall with Auroro, she wore her favorite fiery red evening dress, generally speaking, people prefer dark blue, gray, dark red these common neutral colors, and stay away from overly exaggerated colors, so as not to appear exaggerated and shallow, but this flame color is worn on Qin's body, she is like a beautiful phoenix burning with flames, and the momentum overwhelms the audience.

Compared with Jean, Auroro is a little inferior, her black evening dress is much more subtle, her capable and delicate style sets off her temperament well, and a beautiful silver brooch on her chest makes her neutral beauty reveal a sense of playfulness. It can be seen that Qin's spiritual power is not in vain, and the clerk did try his best to find her the clothes that can best show Auroro's temperament. Although six or seven of the ten women present wore small black dresses, none of them clashed with her. The clerk understands a woman's mind, and makes Auroro, who is usually dressed simply and casually, appear gracefully and freely in front of Eric.

Now she was less than five feet away from Eric, her nose fluttering slightly, her eyes fixed on the man she was thinking about.

"Music." Norman had studied the people around Eric, Jean and Auroro were no strangers, and when he saw their eyes, he understood everything as he was sophisticated. He beckoned to the band, and the lingering romantic, lively and enthusiastic music rang out.

Jean pushed Auroro, and she staggered into Eric's arms without waiting for an invitation.

"Oh no, I can't dance." Auroro cried out, she could only dance simply, but this kind of vigorous music was not something she had ever been exposed to, and now that she felt terrible, and the courage she had so hard to muster was in vain.

"Neither will I, just follow in my footsteps." Eric comforted her, his warm breath like a warm spring breeze, gradually smoothing Auroro's tense nerves.

"Is that okay?" Eric invited the shy Storm Girl, who hesitated and grabbed Eric's arm.

Jean laughed slightly, waving her hand slightly.

Drinks, snacks, and decorative flowers flew into the sky, as if they were also happy for the couple to walk together, and the guests who had not yet left seemed to have entered a dream, and they wiped their eyes and looked over, only to realize that this scene was real. Some people are not hungry, but they also reach out to take the food in the air, curiously taste the similarities and differences in their tastes, or put their mouths to the crystal wine fountain rising to the sky, and drink it freely.

Norman. Osborne's birthday party changed to a different look, and he watched in amazement at the spectacle, once again impressed by the mutant's abilities.

In this dreamland, Eric dances with Auroro.

As he said, there was nothing difficult about dancing, Auroro was almost half-lifted in the air by his powerful arms, and he just had to match the movements. With Jean's help, the people around her are distracted so that she can be more open-minded. They danced, and suddenly Auroro felt like she was back in the midst of the storm and the lightning, and the invisible and lovely elves came to her again, floating and jumping beside her, dancing with her joy, these familiar friends made her regain her confidence, and she was really immersed in the music, and a joy that was countless times stronger than when she had danced alone rose up like a rushing electric current.

Jean looked at Auroro's expression, and her eyes narrowed slightly. Now Auroro's eyes seemed to have lost focus, but they radiated a strange light, and although her dancing was not very standard, an astonishing enthusiasm was radiating to the audience, and people had begun to notice her and Eric's dancing together, and were moved, and they let go of their curiosity about the floating objects and watched with great interest.

Now Auroro can be said to be a good dancer, her plump and slender body swings from side to side with the hip joints, and the cycle back and forth and the constant change of hands show more and more romance, sex appeal and charm. Eric's hand was around her waist and caressed, each touch made her feel like she was being set on fire, spinning and stretching, her body at the mercy of her command, gently and confidently expressing her beauty, until after a series of complex movements, she bent down to the rest at the highest point of the music.

Eric looked down Auroro's bent upper body, her cheeks flushed visibly, her eyes like hazy water, her thick lips trembling slightly, and he kissed it.

At this time, people began to admire that Eric and his wife were not dancers, but it was rare for them to be able to dance with such a feeling, which is rarely achieved by amateurs.

The compliments alarmed Auroro, who stood up slightly embarrassed, took Eric's hand and nodded around, and Jean walked over.

"Now it's my turn." As she spoke, the drinks in the air flickered in the light like bursting fireworks. (To be continued!)

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