Chapter 45

Fengjia's Ballroom decoration is extremely professional. At this time, it is arranged according to the nature of the banquet.

He Mulan has no doubt that as long as the Phoenix family is willing, even if it is decorated as a disco, there will be no sense of disobedience.

Dance hall decoration has become a retro style, light gentle, men and women in the dance floor elegant dancing.

The music is melodious. He Mulan listens to the tune and hears "by Lake Baikal".

"Who set it up? It's really stylish." Hearing such comfortable music, he Muran could not help sighing.

Did not think of her side of Feng Anyan Yan Wen Yan replied: "I."

"You?" He Mulan looked at him with a little doubt.

Feng Anyan laughed: "how can I study abroad to learn a lot of things, it's no matter how to decorate a dance hall."

"So you chose this song?" Seeing that Feng Anyan really has this ability, he Mulan asks.

Feng Anyan nodded and closed his eyes to listen: "it's a melodious melody. It sounds quiet."

This time he Mulan didn't refute him, for Feng Anyan's taste, she had nothing to refute, except for the pair of ugly flat shoes he gave him last time.

"I didn't expect you to be so bad at choosing shoes. The others are not bad." Thinking about it, he Mulan couldn't help saying it.

Feng Anyan discontented: "you sprained your feet at that time. Comfort is the priority. The woman is really troublesome, painful to death, but also want to look good

"Less sophistry." Feng Anyan's last sentence made he Mulan very upset, but she was not happy. Feng Anyan really carried herself back home all the way. It's undeniable that she was a little moved.

Feng Anyan didn't want to argue any more. He stretched out his hand to he Mulan: "miss he hasn't learned to dance, has she?"

He Mulan snorted with disdain and put the slender jade hand on Feng Anyan's hand: "look down on people."

Feng an Yan's mouth corners hook for a while, holding he Mu Lan's hand slightly, he Mu Lan exclaimed and fell into his arms.

Feng an Yan has a faint smell of men's perfume on the body. It smells very comfortable. He approaches HMM's ear and whispered, "don't let me down."

He Mulan's ears are red, shy and angry, but Feng Anyan takes her out of her arms and takes her to the center of the dance floor.

Other people on the dance floor cast their eyes more or less. He Mulan vaguely saw that master he and Mrs he were walking down from the first floor with the elders of the Phoenix family.

She knew that she couldn't make a mistake in this dance, otherwise it would be a shame.

The familiar melody of Lake Baikal is replaced by another tune. Feng Anyan puts one hand on he Mulan's slender waist, and the other hand holds he Mulan and dances with him on the melody.

The rhythm of the song is hot. He Mulan only feels that with Feng Anyan's steps, she is gradually like a rotating butterfly. Her skirt rises and falls with a large turn. She stares at Feng Anyan's deep eyes. There is the tranquility of "by Lake Baikal" in her eyes, but more of it is the blazing of the dance music.

He Mulan has a solid foundation in dance. She has been trained since she was a child, so it's easy to keep up with Feng Anyan's rhythm. They have a tacit understanding. He Mulan can arouse a burst of surprise every time he cooperates with Feng Anyan's jump and rotation.

The other people on the dance floor have stopped dancing, and the whole audience's eyes are focused on two people, who seem to exist in their own world and integrate with the dance music.

"A couple of Bi people." Lin Yuru could not help sighing.

At this time, a woman slowly came down the stairs. Lin Yuru was the first to notice that she frowned at people.

It's Feng Anyan's mother. Mrs. he and master he look at each other. They don't understand what she's doing. Master Feng looks helpless.

Mrs. Li was staring at the two people on the dance floor. She had no expression on her face and didn't know what she was thinking.

Lin Yuru pondered for a while, but still welcomed: "when did my sister come, I don't know."

Mrs. Li coldly glanced at her and answered, "just now."

The smile on Lin Yuru's face didn't decrease at all. This kind of embarrassment was what she had expected: "because the dance started, I'll take the master down to have a look. It's too late to welcome him."

"Don't worry, I just came to see Anyan and his fiancee." Mrs. Li didn't look at Lin Yuru, but was absorbed in Feng Anyan and he Mulan.

At the end of the song, Feng Anyan pulls he Mulan to bow and call the curtain. Both of them are sweating, but they are full of sweat.Feng Anyan hands he Mulan a paper towel and a drink. The light of excitement still lingers in his eyes, like a child who gets a toy.

"I didn't expect you to dance well." Slow over a God, Feng an Yan again restored cold facial expression, said.

"Of course." He Mulan is proud of the way, she will drink the drink.

Feng an Yan a sly smile: "as expected did not let me down."

He Mulan rolled his eyes: "what's the matter with me if you are disappointed? You'd better be very, very disappointed, and then break your engagement with me in a fit of anger. "

"How could I break my engagement? I'm responsible for you, right? " Behind a Feng an Yan specially low voice, he Mu blue blush, gas of don't know to return what.

"If you can't dance, I'll teach you until I don't feel disappointed any more. Anyway, it's a lifetime." Feng Anyan was extremely serious.

He Mulan's words stopped for a moment. How could she answer? She could only lower her head and play with her skirt with her fingers.

Fortunately, Feng Anyan doesn't care about he Mulan's response. He seems to just say it casually and doesn't want he Mulan to answer him.

"Anyan." When this voice rings out, he Mu blue sees the face of Feng an Yan to change.

She looked up the stairs and saw the woman named Mrs. Li by Feng Anyan walking down with a smile on her face.

"What are you doing here?" Feng Anyan took two steps forward and said rudely.

Mrs. Li was embarrassed when she was asked. She said softly, "Anyan, I just want to see you."

"Thank you very much for Mrs. Li's concern. I'm fine. I'll go back when I see it." Feng Anyan's cold way.

Mrs. Li's eyes darkened and said in a trembling voice: "Anyan, I just want to see you marry a good wife. I'm worried..."

Feng Anyan's patience was about to be exhausted. He said in a very bad tone: "Mrs. Lao Li is worried. Naturally, I have the ability to distinguish between good girls and bad girls. It's not Mrs. Li's eye that makes Mu Lan good, It can be judged in one sentence. "

He Mulan vaguely heard his name and was more curious about their conversation, but they were in the corner and could not see their expression. From a distance, it was like two people were talking in an ordinary way, and the music also covered the content of their conversation.

He Mulan is a little anxious. She just pretends to go to Mrs. he and Mr. He. She passes by Feng Anyan like a cat.

"Stop." Mrs. Li's voice is not big, but very dignified of shout out this words, frighten he Mu Lan a stir to work properly, see to Mrs. Li.

Feng Anyan frowned and couldn't figure out what Mrs. Li wanted to do.

Mrs. Li raised her chin and looked down at he Mulan: "if you don't walk straight and raise your head, you are afraid of your hands and feet. How can you look like a lady from a big family?"

This can also be scolded? He Mulan is anxious and angry in her heart. She sees that Feng Anyan's face is also dark. It seems that the next second will break out.