Others said, "Cheng Yi is really tolerant and generous."

Shen Qiuyu wanted to roll her eyes, this matter has a P relationship with tolerance and generosity, could it be that the two accidentally "collided", and Cheng Yi still wanted He Jing to take it off?

Cheng Yi consciously crushed He Jing, so arrogant that she no longer gave He Jing a look, and ran to Yan Hanxi with her skirt: "Classmate Yan......"

Yan Hanxi changed into a black suit and appeared, the whole suit was not decorated, but it made him more and more extravagant.

He Jing even saw the shadow of the future president of the Yan clan described in the book, with cold eyebrows and eyes, a face without emotion, handsome and cold, and a written word all over his body that no one should approach.

Then, he didn't know where to get a pair of black gloves and put them on slowly, then he glanced at He Jing from a distance, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and then he looked at Cheng Yi who was running towards him, turned around and entered the dance floor, and did not make any gestures to Cheng Yi to invite dance.

Cheng Yi stopped in front of him, took the initiative to put his hand in his hand, and looked at his delicate jaw with his residual vision, and suddenly his cheeks were quietly red, and his heart was pounding.

She said shyly, "Classmate Yan, what kind of dance will we dance in a while, I can do ballroom dancing and waltzing."

Yan Hanxi's thin lips curled, and his eyes were slightly sneering: "Will you be flamenco?"

"Pherd...... Pherds for what?"

Cheng Yi's beautiful eyes widened, and the whole person was stunned.

The slow music of the piano at the dance party suddenly turned into a lively and enthusiastic fast tempo, and the other people on the dance floor who were about to dance immediately retreated as soon as they heard the music.

There were only two people left on the dance floor, Yan Hanxi and Cheng Yi, as if they were going to be used as an opening dance, and even Qin Yiyi didn't mind at all, with strong expectations.

Cheng Yi looked around, suddenly became nervous, and subconsciously grabbed Yan Hanxi's hand.

She trembled her voice and said a little scared, "Classmate Yan, I haven't practiced this dance......

"We can also not jump, I've always been a gentleman."

No!

No way!

Cheng Yi looked at Shang Yan's calm eyes, she bit her lip, and said in an uncertain tone, "I...... I can keep up...... Let's ......."

Yan Hanxi smiled slightly: "Then you have to follow."

After saying that, he led her and stepped on the rhythm.

Cheng Yi was held by Yan Hanxi's hands, smelling the sweet breath of the young man, looking at his bewildering and intoxicating smile, she could hardly hold back her joy: Yan Hanxi smiled at her, everything should be like this!

Rich parents, her spoiled brother, and an excellent boyfriend, only she, a real daughter, deserves to have.

He Jing, the fake daughter, should hide in the gutter like a mouse, full of jealousy of her.

Thinking like this, she felt that the lights on her body were dreamy, and the whole person was dizzy, but—

The dance she was dancing became her nightmare!

Flamenco is characterized by elasticity and explosiveness, and the movements look simple but are actually extremely difficult, many of which she can't complete at all, but Yan Hanxi controls her, like carrying a marionette, pulling her back and throwing her out.

Her eyes were dark, her head was dizzy, and she felt a little like vomiting after two casual turns, she felt her brains flying in her braincase, and she couldn't care about the movement of her feet at all, and she knew that the movements of her feet were a mess.

Because...... She almost tripped herself several times!

Fortunately, Yan Hanxi didn't let her fall, just gently pulled her and forced her to continue dancing, and every time she thought this was the limit, the new dance steps made her fall into a deeper collapse.