On the second floor, Mr. Zhao, who was slaughtering a pig, was only halfway through the call, and Zhao Ying covered her mouth with ruthless and cold blood!

She looked at the at a loss Chen Xiaoqiu with interest: "It's right."

...

"Are you, are you, invite me?"

Chen Xiaoqiu asked in a trembling voice.

Because it was very quiet, Han Le heard it.

Han Le nodded with certainty: "It's you."

After saying that, he walked over and reached out to her.

At that moment, Chen Xiaoqiu felt that the happiness of the entire universe had been smashed.

She didn't know how she finished the opening dance like a zombie under the eyes of everyone.

She just followed Han Le's footsteps, followed his rhythm, and finished the last dance step like a completion ceremony.

It was only then that she suddenly woke up.

Because my face was covered in sweat, my makeup was a little bit shaved.

She lowered her head and asked softly, "Why is it me?"

"Well, I'm not familiar with other people." Han Le replied.

"Is this the reason?"

"There are also elements of thanks."

“Eh? Thank you?”

"Well, thank you... I like me." Han Le scratched his head embarrassedly: "I asked Han Er to help me check the p-address of that little fan. Anyway, thank you very much."

At that moment, Chen Xiaoqiu felt that his neck was about to break and his ears were about to burn.

The neck is broken because the head cannot be buried lower.

The ears are burned because they are extremely shy.

The music came to an abrupt end.

In the last move, the two of them leaned against each other.

In the eyes of others, it is like a couple.

Warm applause rang out.

The happy Mudong Festival dance finally kicked off. The breath of happiness began to spread on the dance floor.

Only Mr. Zhao, who was held tightly on the second floor by Zhao Ying, shed tears of humiliation.
Chapter completed!