In the hall of the Xindadu nightclub, the lights flickered, the crowds were crowded, the colorful neon lights flickered and swayed, and a lingering and slow dance music fluttered and whispered in the hall.

Chu Yun sat alone at table 8, constantly refusing the men who came to invite her to dance.

Last night, she received a new order from her superiors, instructing her to join up with a comrade at the Xindadu nightclub tonight to accept a new assignment.

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She wore a bright red evening dress and a black fan in her hand, and sat at table 8. The other party was wearing a white suit with a red rose in his jacket pocket.

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Miss, your dress is so suitable for this dance, I wonder if I have this honor? ”

"I'm very picky about my dance partner, sir, do you have that confidence?"

"The contemptible man is very confident and will never disappoint the beautiful lady."

Thinking of this sour toothless code, Chu Yun couldn't help frowning.

A fiery red evening dress reflected her crystal white skin, her charming and beautiful eyes shone brightly in the light, her black hair curled and scattered on her smooth shoulders, and a black folding fan with gold trim was elegantly held in her right hand.

She sat proudly at the table, like a real Spanish princess, and provoked a myriad of salivating eyes to shoot hot glances at her.

She sat there calmly, her pretty eyes looking forward to the wind, but she had no fixed goal. The 180th time in her heart, she cursed the formulator of this immoral plan, which was like roasting her on a red-hot steel plate, this trick was too damaging, and she cursed for the 181st time.

Finally, a passionate tango dance sounded, and she couldn't help but feel a little nervous, she didn't know which god was greeted with such fanfare.

When she was in a trance, her ears rang with the lines she had already memorized: "Miss, your skirt is too suitable for this dance, I wonder if I have this honor?" ”

She looked up and saw a familiar face that had been carved into her mind, Ouyang Fu, his face that made her hate and love was looking at her with a polite smile.

There was a moment of vacuum in her brain, and she replied mechanically, "I'm very picky about my dance partner, sir, do you have that confidence?" ”

The corners of Ouyang Fu's mouth lifted upward, and the burning light emitted from his eyes immediately sucked her in. He stretched out his right hand and made an inviting gesture, "The contemptible man is very confident, and will never let the beautiful young lady down." ”

At this time, Chu Yun was already fully awake, she raised her head and looked him up and down, and the white fit suit was worn on him in a chic manner, which made this always cold killer suddenly add a lot of gentle and elegant handsome temperament, and the angular face hid a compelling murderous aura, replaced by a handsome and free and easy that she had never seen before, and she was surprised to find that the demon she once hated to the bone also had a suave side.

She smiled brightly, stretched out her soft and boneless little hand and gently put it on his big hand, stood up gracefully, and opened her teeth lightly: "Then let's test it!" ”

Ouyang Fu immediately grabbed her little hand, wrapped his right hand around her slender waist, and with a little force, she entered his embrace. It was the third time she had been embraced by him, and each time she felt differently, but it all made her heart skip a beat.

As soon as their pair of dance partners entered the dance floor, they immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the dance hall, with white suits and red evening dresses, superb dance steps, tacit harmony, one wild and charming, one handsome and free, fully interpreting the wild and bold style of Spanish tango.

Chu Yun's light body was skillfully led by Ouyang Fu, stretching to the fullest, and the long-suppressed mood also flew into the blue sky with the dance steps, as the speed of the music became wilder and faster, all the weight of her body was leaning on Ouyang Fu's arm and spinning rapidly, spinning, she really wanted to keep spinning like this, turning to the sky, to a place where there were only the two of them.

The moment the wild music stopped abruptly at **, her body leaned back suddenly, her black curly hair floated to the ground like a waterfall, her hands around his neck, a ninety-degree waist, her right leg was raised high, the red skirt slipped down, and a slender and sexy thigh in stockings suddenly appeared in spring.

Ouyang Fu put one hand around Chu Yun's slender waist, really worried that such a violent bend would break it, holding her long legs high with one hand, through the thin stockings, feeling all her beauty, and suddenly wishing to blind the eyes of all the disciples in the dance hall with a shuttle. He leaned over and looked at her face to face, for a second, two seconds, three seconds, and then with a little force, he let go of the hand holding his leg, and wrapped his hands around her waist and back, she was held up, and her body was close to his hard and hot body for a moment, and he felt his big hand caress her bare back, and the moment his face touched his face, a voice sounded in his ears: "Tomorrow at four o'clock in the afternoon, Beihai White Tower, the third floor." Then the two faces quickly separated, and so did the bodies. Ouyang Fu bowed slightly, picked off the red rose on his chest, and handed it to Chu Yun with a smile in his eyes, Chu Yun took the rose mechanically, and was politely sent back to table 8 by him, nodded at him politely, sat down, grabbed the fan on the table, and fanned it desperately, his chest rose and fell violently because of dancing or too excited. She sat there straight as if in a dream.