The joy of the violin and the comfort of the piano are combined together, which complements the toasts and chats in the entire banquet hall and outlines the beautiful and enchanting faces under the fragrant clothes.

The daytime exhibition ends, and the evening is a happy dinner. Not only are there food from top chefs, but some masters invited by the organizers are playing wonderful music here.

Bai Jia was wearing a dark green silk long skirt and a net hat crocheted from pearls. She sat on the sofa, just like a beautiful woman in an oil painting showing elegant classicality, quietly watching everyone spinning into the dance floor, raising the hem of the skirt, or twisting their waists under the accompaniment of music.

At dinner, everyone needs a male or female companion, so there are too many eye-catching existences in this dinner, which inspires the enthusiasm hidden in people's hearts.

Bai Jia has no male companion. According to her original plan, she wanted to invite Jiang Han to accompany her to attend such an occasion. However, since Teng Ye appeared, she abandoned this choice. Firstly, it was because she didn't want Teng Ye to be unhappy, because she remembered that Teng Ye was dissatisfied with Jiang Han. It was indeed difficult for two equally proud people to bow to each other. Secondly, it was Jiang Han's obsession with him. She already owed him a lot, and now she didn't dare to drag him down. She knew that it was always difficult to repay the debt of his heart.

So she did not bring her male companion to the venue, just sat here, looking at him from time to time, surrounded by the beauty around him. What appeared in her mind was the past when they were together, not only their love, but also the scene of him kissing, hugging and zuoai in front of her...

"Hey, everyone!" Suddenly the music ended, and the host held the microphone and smiled in the audience: "Tonight is our happy night, everyone has to dance at least! But how boring is it just to invite your dance partners? We decided to prepare some surprises for everyone. Maybe it brings you joy, maybe it is a spark of cooperation! Oh, don't look at me like this, friends, because it is not me who decides who you will dance with, but give it to the hand of fate, so that your fate will set sail!"

After the host said that, someone brought two big boxes.

More than a dozen etiquette ladies began to issue different license plates in red and blue colors.

"Everyone, each man has a blue license plate. Yes, everyone, even if you are a kid who gets in for free, you will still have a share!" The host said humorously: "Lady is a red license plate, and one for each person! Please take it and put it in the conspicuous place of your clothes after you get it. Oh, don't put it on. We have to let fate decide your dance partner for you, so don't hide it! At least you can know who fate has arranged for you tonight!"

The host said that he also took a sign and pinned it on his chest, with a blue number of 22.

"You are not wrong, I have a share too!" The host said and smiled, turning around to introduce the box behind him: "The blue packaging box is blue with red numbers, and naturally red numbers. We prepared ten games in total, the first game is 10 pairs of guests dancing together, the second game is 9 pairs of guests dancing together, and so on. By the last game, there is only one pair! Of course, for more fun, our ten dance music is not repeated, that is, you have to dance which dance you catch up with!"

The supporter said, shaking the blue number plate in front of him: "For example, the first dance music is rumba. If I don't know how to do it, but I'm drawn, then I can only dance, even if it's ugly... How to choose, it's very interesting. I started to draw the first person. The person I drew was responsible for drawing out the second person. The second person pulled out his dance partner in the other party's color box. The dance partner then pulled out the next participant, and she went to draw out his dance partner." He reached out and pulled out the first number plate from the blue box.

"Blue license plate No. 33! Who?" The host directly showed off the license plate, and immediately a relatively strong man stood up. The host watched him walk to the middle with great enthusiasm, cleared his voice and said, "There is one more man today, so, for the sake of good matching, I am honored to be assigned an important task, which is to dance with him after giving up this person. So, friend, the lady you want to draw will match with others, and I am your dance partner!"

As soon as the host finished speaking, the audience burst into laughter, and everyone clapped and laughed happily. The man looked at the host with a look of surprise: "Hey, I don't know how to dance with a lady..."

"It's okay, I will transform into a lady to make up for it!" The host said, and took off his suit and shirt directly, and then exposed a long skirt.

The applause in the venue became even more enthusiastic. When the host took off his trousers very quickly and stood in front of the man in a skirt, he even lit his armpits specifically: "Hey, I've been removing my hair!"

The atmosphere in the venue immediately reached a happy gaochao under the host's self-sacrifice. Seeing this, the man naturally smiled and cooperated to draw lots. Soon, ten pairs of dance partners gathered together under the guidance of the license plate, including those of old and young, as well as those of Pangpang and Pangpang and Pangpang. This dance was full of tenderness and love. When the music started, everyone started dancing. The laughter filled the dinner with joy in various combinations.

Bai Jia was in a little depressed mood, but this combination still made her laugh. She even looked at the host's pretended charming appearance, and her eyebrows were curved.

In the locker facing away, Teng Ye, who was holding many female companions, was smiling around the people who were standing back and forth, just curled his lips lightly and swept everyone's faces that were moved. In the end, he saw her smiling face in a dark green dress in that corner.

Suddenly, a kind of inexplicable throbbing rose up, so abruptly.

He quickly lowered his head, wondering why he was like this.

After all, he has seen too many beautiful women. Most women are beautiful in Saudi Arabia. When he comes to this city, women who are better than her have a lot of things. He has met her several times, and he has never experienced such throbbing.

But, with such a shocking glance, he actually felt that kind of heartbeat.

Incredible...

His eyebrows frowned slightly.

How could I do this?

He looked up and looked at her again in surprise, wanting to confirm whether it was an illusion. After all, he was a killer, and being moved by a woman was a taboo.

When he looked at her again, he looked at her smiling face and felt it was beautiful, as if it was very early and early, she was smiling in a sea of ​​flowers, her eyes were covered with tears.

The scene formed in his mind made him unexpected.

He guessed whether it was the identity memory he abandoned, which made him think about the past for a moment, but because of this, he was even more puzzled: Is there her in my self-hypnotic memory? If so, then I should not remember every little thing related to her, because I did not find the code to explain it. However, if it weren't for her, why would the "formatted" memory scene come back to my mind? Could it be that these are all engraved in my bones?

If this is true, I am afraid that everything I have done to her is not an illusion of identity needs...

In his confusion, the first dance ended, and the last dance partner began to give birth to the next dancer. Everyone immediately began to pay attention to everyone who was chugged in tension and laughter.

Laughing, dance music, and happiness on this night, in this way, immerses people who usually wear suits or tie, or are serious or noble, allowing everyone to abandon the constraints of their identities and enjoy the "teasing of fate".

After a few songs, everyone was dancing tonight's dance in a match.

When the last two pairs were couchu, before their foxtrot dance began, the host had already rushed to the middle of the dance floor in a long skirt: "Hey everyone, I want to emphasize here. I just said that everyone should dance, so at this moment, after these two danced, there was still a pair of people left in our field that had never danced together. They would be our last dancers. You can take this opportunity to think about it. Haven't seen anyone yet, and those two can also communicate first, because I kindly remind you that the last dance is difficult because it is, tango!"

After the host said that, he shook his skirt and twisted down, and the dance music also started, and the two pairs of dance partners began to dance.

At this time, some people began to look around, trying to find the last couple.

Bai Jia had already looked at Teng Ye, and Teng Ye looked at her without hesitation.

It is obvious that they were paying attention to each other and found that the other party had never danced on stage.

Half a minute later, Teng Ye stood up and walked straight to Bai Jia: "It seems that we will accept the arrangement of fate together later."

Bai Jia faced his gaze and was a little excited: "Yes, I will thank it for its arrangement, I just hope you don't blame fate too much."

Bai Jia's blunt words surprised Teng Ye a little. After all, the scheming woman should have a more shocked expression at this time, rather than just telling her own heart in a blunt way, which makes her clear-headed and clear-headed way to show that she is very clear about her disgust.

"I hope you can dance tango." He watched her pull her suit, full of pride.

"It's my honor. Among the ten dance music, the one I've ever skipped is tango." She looked at him and said softly: "And I'm only skipping with that person."

Teng Ye blinked: "The one you said, Teng Ye?"

"Yes, my husband." She looked at him: "I hope you won't dance worse than him, because I don't want to be embarrassed than you!"

"Get it." He said, turning his head to look at the dance floor, and the music happened to end, and the two pairs of dancers finished their foxtrot.

"Come on!" Teng Ye turned his head and looked at Bai Jia, then bowed: "Beautiful lady, I hope we can dance a beautiful tango."

Bai Jia put his hand in his hand: "Okay, I accept it, the arrangement of fate."

"Look! They have found each other, and in order to verify, I will also take out the last two license plates!" The host actively left the country again. When he took out the license plates, Teng Ye had already taken Bai Jia to the center of the dance floor.

"Oh, I have to say first, you are the one who seems to be the most reasonable match of fate tonight. Of course, the second pair is my partner and me!" The host's words made everyone laugh, and then he looked at the two of them: "I hope your dance is the same!"
Chapter completed!