Xuewei wanted to know what a gene mutant was, so Xie Hou had to tell her the most famous example (as far as he knew) - the story of Jordan's height soaring in high school and eventually becoming the God of Basketball.

"You want to say that my figure is the same as the one in MJ?" Xuewei asked.

Xie Hou spread his hands, he didn't say that, but it didn't affect Xuewei's understanding.

After that, the dance officially began, with more than a dozen pairs dancing disgusting dances in the beautifully decorated lobby, which looked extremely stupid.

"We don't need to dance, right?" Xuewei seemed to be convincing herself.

Thank you for a smile.

Now what is in front of everyone is a multiple-choice question.

Will Russians really die without vodka?

Or will Russians really die without music?

The correct answer is the second item. Although most people in the world have an impression of Russia that this country is vast and sparsely populated, competitive and has a huge alcohol tolerance. If you don’t take vodka to toast people when you go out, you’re embarrassed to say that you are a Russian. However, this does not mean that Russians like vodka.

Vodka is indeed a sacred existence for those low-level people who are addicted to alcohol, but because vodka is expensive, most of these people cannot drink volodka. These people are addicted to alcohol. Those with better conditions buy cheap and inferior alcohol, while those with worse conditions can only drink medical alcohol.

So, without vodka, Russians can't die, but without music, Russians who are already extremely bored will really die.

After living in Moscow for so many years, he has the most profound experience of Russia: coolness, nine out of ten Russians are twisted and stubborn, and is serious and serious in doing things like the Japanese. The little loli and the little boy are so cute and beautiful, and wherever music appears, they can get excited every minute.

Although Xie Hou hates the entertainment activities of these people, there is a saying in China that follows the local customs. He likes lively people as much as he does. He usually goes to various singing and dancing troupes with his teammates, and together with various Mao girls, he became the king of the Moscow Dance.

So, seeing so many people dancing, he was a little itchy.

"Do you hope to be suppressed by Shirley forever?"

"Cocoa, but I, I can't dance..." Xuewei said in confusion.

“Follow my pace.”

Xie Hou gently pulled Xuewei's hand, first taught her to pose, and then recited numbers and helped her find the rhythm just like a child doing radio gymnastics.

“Doesn’t it feel good?”

Xuewei danced for the first time. Although she had a boyfriend before, her closest contact was kissing and hugging. She broke up before she even reached the final stage. She stuck together for so long and did a disgusting dance (I really found it wasn't disgusting when I did it). It was unprecedented.

Xie Hou patiently taught her that he looked very charming. At the same time, Xuewei finally discovered that this man had the greatest advantage besides being handsome and good at playing basketball - he was so good at stealing the limelight.

With her, a layman, the average frequency of stepping on him every half minute, their dance was quite harmonious and they soon arrived at the center of the stage.

When the music reached its climax, Xie Hou first gently swung Xuewei's body outward, and then pulled her back - Xue Wei had no idea what to do, and her body was at the mercy of Xie Hou, spinning like a ballerina, from Xie Hou's palm to his forearm, arms, and then his chest.

Xuewei fell on his chest, their cheeks were so close that they could feel his breath.

The song is over.

Xuewei's heartbeat trembled rapidly. Xie Hou's biggest feeling was that a certain part of this woman was really real and looked very big, but she was still very big when she touched her (very fucking big).

"I didn't expect Arthur not only can play basketball, but also dance so well." Manning smiled.

Xie Hou ignored Manning, who was stolen from the limelight, and said to Shirley, who had a stiff expression but still had a forced smile: "Where, I can't dance at all, it's Xuewei who danced well."

"You are too modest, Arthur." Shirley teased in her words, "Actually, you may have a better prospect as a dancer. After all, basketball is too savage."

She found a male companion who played NFL, but said that basketball was savage? Manning didn't know what he felt when he heard this.

"Your advice is very good, but I think you can dance at any time, you can dance at 15 years old, and you can still dance at 55 years old. When I retire, if you need a dance partner, please consider me." Xie Hou said with a smile, "I am very happy to dance with you."

Shirley just wanted to find a boyfriend to support the scene, but she didn't expect that this nominal boyfriend would be so effective.

Her gratitude increased in her heart, and she became more and more pleasing to Xie Hou. When she thought about him being so good at playing basketball, she couldn't help but say, "Why are you so ruthless to Shirley? She actually has no malice."

"Are you going to stand up for your sister? Please, I risk offending her for you and said those words." Xie Hou looked at her in disbelief.

"Of course... Of course I won't stand up for my sister Shirley..."

Before, Xuewei could have looked at Xie Hou for more than a minute without feeling shy. But now, after just looking at each other for a few seconds, she felt shy as if she had dirty things on her face.

Sherry was so angry that she danced the first dance in her life (a perfect dance she will never forget). This dance tonight was perfect, and it was the most perfect dance she had participated in in her life for so many years.

"Luckily for you tonight."

Xuewei asked for a plate of hot cake.

"Dance is still very interesting, right?" Xie Hou asked with a smile.

"That's right..." Xuewei dug up a small piece of cake with a knife and fork - this was the knife and fork she had just used, and then took the knife and fork containing the cake and asked thanks, "Do you want to eat something?"

Everyone in the Mustu family is so... special?

Xie Houzheng didn't know how to refuse, but suddenly pointed to a beautiful flax-colored curly-haired beauty drinking alone in front of him and said, "Who is that?"

Xuewei looked in the direction he pointed: "I don't know."

"I bet she is Russian." Xie Hou said confidently.

Xie Hou's eyes were not just "I guess she is Russian", but Xue Wei saw that there was also a demand for "I want to have a drink with her" in his eyes.

"What if not?"

"It must be, do you want to make a bet?"

"What are you betting on?"

"If she is not Russian, I can satisfy you an invitation that conforms to the morality of the world, does not violate the law and discipline, and is similar to the request tonight."

"What if I lose?"

"If you lose..." Xie Hou thought about it. There was nothing Xuewei could do to help him at the moment. "Give me your sister's contact information?"

Xuewei stared at me: "Aren't you interested in my sister?"

Xie Hou was too concerned about the beauty and could not notice the anger flashing across Xuewei's face. There was no doubt that the good chemical reaction they had finally established was ruined because someone had no urge to find anything in his heart.
Chapter completed!