Chapter 644

Gloria stood on the top step, looking at the commotion and cheering of the crowd below, feeling a little excited and nervous.

Then her eyes found MEG in the crowd.

It's like a boat adrift in the wind and rain suddenly finds a lighthouse in the dark, and the nervous heart suddenly settles down.

Her face showed a relaxed smile, slightly raised his chin, hands holding the skirt, elegant and leisurely toward the bottom.

"It's... it's... impossible!" Cyril looked at gololia, who was walking down. In his memory, the little girl who had to wear a hood every time he ate, and who was shrinking in the corner without saying a word, when did she become such a confident woman.

Moreover, at such a moment, the calm he showed made him see another hill.

Originally just as an opponent of a joke, he suddenly became a person who could hold his fate by the throat. This sudden sense of urgency made him hard to accept for a moment.

"If this dress is from her own clothing store, it must be an interesting opponent, which makes me want to customize a red one." Hill looked at Gloria with a smile on her face, but her eyes seemed to stare at her prey and opponents.

"It's my sister!" Cried Mickey, a little excited, waving his hand at Gloria.

"It's really her, our daughter." Debra's face was also surprised. Looking at Gloria's smile, her eyes turned red and she covered her mouth. She didn't know whether she was laughing or crying.

"Well, the children are laughing. Why are you crying?" Lance reached over her shoulder, put his arms around her and said with a smile, but his eyes were a little red for some reason.

Geoffrey's face, which was very stiff, had a rare smile, though it soon faded away.

"President, this is Professor Lance's daughter?" Michael asked, looking at Jeffrey with a smile.

"Yes, it made the city master laugh." Jeffrey nodded slightly.

"It's much more beautiful than Professor Lance. Like her wife, she might be the next hill." Michael said with a smile.

"Compared with the little girl of the buffet family, it's still far away." Jeffrey shook his head.

"If you want me to say that, sometimes you should learn from the old man Ian. Look at her. Now she's fishing and walking birds every day. How carefree she is. Are you going to die?" Michael looked at Geoffrey and said with a smile.

"As you can see, my son can't do much now. If I retire, Morton will fall." Geoffrey shook his head, not much changed.

Michael just laughed, but he didn't continue to say anything.

All eyes were fixed on Gloria. Women were eager to know where to buy such beautiful clothes, while men were reluctant to look away from such beautiful people.

Gloria enters the banquet hall, and the dance music just starts. Everyone is curious about whose partner she will be tonight.

The men arranged their clothes and tried to be gentlemanly. Then they invited Gloria, but she refused them with a smile, including the son of the deputy city master and Elaine, the son of the ambassador from lodu.

"Mr. McGonagall, may I have a dance with you?"

Gloria came to MEG and said with a smile, her hand shaking slightly as she grasped the skirt.

"Oh! How is that possible? Miss Gloria invited the man to dance

"My God! Who the hell is this man? Is he the prince of the Los Empire? "

"This man's luck is so good that it's enviable!"

"Is there anything special about this man besides his good looks?"

The crowd was in a complete commotion, the men envied, the women began to think about deeper problems.

"I can't dance." McGonagall touched his nose a little awkwardly. He is good at modern social dancing, but he really doesn't know how to dance in this world, and Alex doesn't remember it.

The men were suddenly relieved.

"I can teach you." Said Gloria, looking at MEG, with a blush on her face.

"Come on, father." Amy said with a small fist.

"I'll look at Amy." Luna said with a smile to Meg, nodding slightly to Gloria, holding Amy's hand and turning around, feeling a little lost.

"This man is a big obstacle. Do you want to get rid of it?" Camilla holds the black cat and frowns at Meg's back.

"Please." MEG grinned and held out his right hand to Gloria.

Social dancing is a necessary skill in the upper class. Since such a beautiful girl is willing to teach him, there is no reason to refuse.

He just likes the way those men look at him when he's upset but can't get rid of him.

Gloria looked at the long fingered hand, hesitated for a moment, stretched out her left hand, and took Meg's hand gently.

It was a big warm hand, like a stove. The hot temperature made her face more red. She stepped forward, lowered her head slightly and said softly, "please put your hand on my back."

"All right." Meg's expression was gentle and calm. Instead of rippling because of the catkin in his hand, he put his fingers together and gently put them on Gloria's waistcoat, but they didn't touch her back. Instead, they were about an inch apart.

Gloria looked up at McGonagall unexpectedly. She praised McGonagall's gentlemanly behavior in her heart, but she felt a little lonely.

Melodious and soothing dance music, guests dance in the dance floor.

Gloria guided MEG to practice from the most basic dance steps, and slowly began to keep up with the beat. Before long, she was able to keep up with the beat of music and dance softly.

"There are many similarities with modern ballroom dancing, but there are some differences in the basic steps. After learning, there is no difficulty at all." McGonagall sighed in his heart that it only took more than ten minutes from being taken by Gloria to flying with Gloria.

Feeling the envious or murderous eyes around, McGonagall danced more happily.

At the end of a dance song, Gloria pressed her heart slightly and looked at MEG. She couldn't believe it and said, "Mr. McGonagall, have you ever danced?"

The others looked at MEG with disbelief, and they all believed that Meg was deliberately trying to take advantage of Gloria.

"It's really the first time. Maybe that's the talent." MEG shrugged.

"Shameless!"

All the people skip a word at the same time.

"You are a genius." Gloria looked at MEG with adoration.

Now MEG was a little guilty.

"Are you Mr. McGonagall of the McMillan restaurant? I wonder if I can have a culinary duel with you? "

Then a voice came from behind MEG.