Chapter 1435： Where did the sour come from

Li Wuming stood for a moment, stuck between Ye Qingqing and Ruan Yingzi, his hand was not right, Yaowu should stretch his right hand, but this guy stretched his left hand because he is left-handed.

In this way, it looked like he was inviting Ruan Yingzi.

But in fact, what Li Wuming wanted to invite was Ye Qingqing. When he planned to dance, he would show his identity, and then take the opportunity to propose cooperation and jointly deal with the old ghost. As long as the cooperation is successful, Ye Qingqing can't just watch his partner die tragically!

Ye Qingqing also thought that he invited Ruan Yingzi, poked her funny, and joked, "They are very sincere!"

Li Wuming couldn't help being stunned, but then he thought that it would be good if he could communicate with Ruan Yingzi, and he could use detour tactics, which would be better than asking Ye Qingqing directly. He secretly praised his intelligence, and smiled more attentively at Ruan Yingzi.

"Beautiful lady..."

Ruan Yingzi didn't actually want to dance, but it just happened so coincidentally that one of her most hated suitors was walking towards this side, and she definitely wanted to ask her to dance. What the hell!

"go!"

Ruan Yingzi pulled Li Wuming decisively, even more anxious than him, and disappeared into the dance floor in a blink of an eye.

A thin young man came over, but Ruan Yingzi was gone, Ye Qingqing smiled and pointed to the dance floor, "You're a step late!"

The thin man sighed in disappointment, then invited another girl and went to dance.

Lu Mo also came over, holding a wine glass in his hand. Just now, under the introduction of Miao Tianxiong, he met a lot of celebrities in HK, including Mr. Hua, and they talked very happily. This trip to HK has been very rewarding. .

"Going to dance?" Lu Mo asked with a smile.

"You can dance?" Ye Qingqing joked.

She didn't think that Lu Mo, an old-fashioned guy, could dance. He was about the same as military gymnastics. Lu Mo's smile deepened, he dragged her up, and walked towards the dance floor, "A little."

Soon, Ye Qingqing found out that this guy is not only a little adept, he is a master of the dance forest at all, he can dance very well in rumba fast, four slow and three slow, and the dance steps are quite standard, obviously he has practiced.

"Be honest, who did you dance with before?"

Under the leadership of Lu Mo, Ye Qingqing spun round and round, and the jealousy became deeper and deeper. She danced so well, she must have danced with girls before, hum!

"Weisho, he jumps in women's steps, I jump in men's steps." Lu Mo said honestly.

In high school, He Weishao wanted to invite his favorite school beauties to dance, so he dragged Lu Mo to learn. As a result, when the dance was completed, the school beauties were pried away by others. He Weishao was half-dead.

Ye Qingqing also remembered at this time, He Weishao said before that Lu Mo was a fan of the Little Tigers when he was in school, and even learned breakdance, she smiled slyly, tiptoed to Lu Mo's ear and said, "You can give it to me in the future. Pole dancing!"

"Snapped"

Ye Qingqing felt a pain in her foot, Lu Mo danced in a chaotic manner, and stepped on her foot heavily, committing her own sins and not being able to live. She was talking about her.

On the other side, Ruan Yingzi was even more miserable, her toes were about to break, she was so angry that she couldn't care about dancing, she stepped on Li Wuming's feet a few times, "You stepped on it on purpose, step by step, step by step. Feet, won't jump, you join in the fun..."

Li Wuming hurriedly dodged, and shouted, "Just step on your feet, don't step on your pants, you'll be charged if you step on them!"

The deposit for renting clothes is his last living expenses. If it is not deducted, he will really be hungry!

The audience was suddenly silent, everyone stopped, and looked at the two people who were fighting, with a confused expression on their faces.

To attend Miao Tianxiang's dance party, she still has to rent clothes. Where is the poverty?

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