Marriage can't wait: Gao Leng and Feng Shao bow down

Feng's ballroom is decorated extremely professionally, and at this time, it is arranged in a suitable style according to the nature of the banquet.

He Mulan has no doubt that as long as the Feng family is willing, even if it is arranged like a disco, there will be no sense of disobedience.

The ballroom was decorated in a retro style, with gentle lighting, and men and women danced gracefully on the dance floor.

The melodious music sounded, and He Mulan listened to the tune, and it was "Lake Baikal" that was playing.

"Who arranged this? It's really stylish." He Mulan couldn't help sighing after hearing such a soothing music.

Feng Anyan, who never thought of her, replied after hearing the words: "Me."

"You?" He Mulan looked at him suspiciously.

Feng Anyan laughed: "I have also studied abroad and learned a lot, so setting up a dance hall is not a problem."

"Then you also picked this song?" Seeing that Feng Anyan did have this ability, He Mulan asked.

Feng Anyan nodded, closed his eyes slightly and listened: "It's a very melodious melody, it sounds calming."

This time He Mulan didn't refute him, she had nothing to refute about Feng Anyan's taste, except of course the ugly pair of flat shoes he gave her last time.

"I didn't expect you to have such a bad eye for picking shoes, but the rest are not bad." After thinking about it, He Mulan couldn't help but say it.

Feng Anyan said dissatisfiedly: "You sprained your ankle at the time, and comfort is the priority. Women are really troublesome, they hurt to death, but they still want to look good."

"Stop sophistry." Feng Anyan's last sentence made He Mulan very unhappy, but the unhappiness was not happy, Feng Anyan did carry herself all the way home, it is undeniable that she was a little moved.

Feng Anyan didn't bother to argue anymore, he stretched out his bony hand to He Mulan: "Miss He hasn't learned to dance, has she?"

He Mulan snorted disdainfully, and put her slender hand on Feng Anyan's: "Stop underestimating people."

The corner of Feng Anyan's mouth twitched, and he squeezed He Mulan's hand slightly, He Mulan exclaimed and fell into his arms.

There was a faint scent of men's perfume on Feng Anyan's body, which smelled very comfortable. He leaned close to He Mulan's ear and whispered: "Then don't let me down."

He Mulan's ears turned red, and she was ashamed and annoyed, but Feng Anyan sent her out of her arms, and dragged her to the center of the dance floor.

Everyone else on the dance floor cast their eyes more or less over, and He Mulan vaguely saw Master He and Mrs. He walking down from the first floor with the elders of the Feng family.

She knew that she must not make mistakes in this dance, otherwise it would be really embarrassing.

The familiar melody of "Lake Baikal" was replaced by another song. Feng Anyan put one hand on He Mulan's slender waist, and held He Mulan with the other hand, stepping on the melody and dancing with He Mulan.

The rhythm of the song is hot, and He Mulan only feels that following Feng Anyan's footsteps, she gradually becomes like a whirling butterfly. The hem of her skirt rises and falls as she turns around sharply. She stares at Feng Anyan's deep eyes. There is the serenity of "Lake Baikal", but more of it is the enthusiasm of this dance music.

He Mulan's dancing skills are very solid. She has been trained since she was a child, so it is easy to keep up with Feng Anyan's rhythm. They cooperate with each other tacitly.

Other people on the dance floor had stopped dancing, and all eyes were on the two of them. Those two seemed to exist in their own world, blending with the dance music.

"A pair of Bi people." Lin Yuru couldn't help sighing.

At this time, a woman came slowly down the stairs, and Lin Yuru was the first to notice that she frowned inaudibly as she looked at the person coming.

It was Feng Anyan's mother. Mrs. He and Mr. He looked at each other, not understanding what she was doing, while Mr. Feng looked helpless.

Mrs. Li stared at the two people on the dance floor with a blank expression, not knowing what she was thinking.

Lin Yuru pondered for a moment, then went up to meet her: "I don't even know when my sister came."

Mrs. Li glanced at her coldly, and replied indifferently: "Just now."

The smile on Lin Yuru's face didn't diminish at all. She had already expected this embarrassment: "Because the dance party started, I brought the master down to have a look, and I missed it."

"Don't worry, I'm just here to see An Yan and his fiancée." Mrs. Li didn't even look at Lin Yuru, but focused on Feng Anyan and He Mulan.

At this moment, the song ended, Feng Anyan took He Mulan and bowed to take the curtain call. Both of them were sweating profusely, but they were full of heart.

Feng Anyan handed He Mulan a tissue and a drink, the excitement still lingered in his eyes, like a child who got a toy.

"I didn't expect your dance to be not bad." Relieved, Feng Anyan regained his indifferent expression and said.

"Of course." He Mulan said proudly, she drank the drink in one gulp.

Feng Anyan smiled secretly: "It really didn't disappoint me."

He Mulan rolled her eyes: "It's none of my business whether you are disappointed or not? It's best that you are very, very disappointed, and break off the engagement with me in a fit of anger."

"How could I break the engagement? I'm responsible for you, are you right?" Feng Anyan deliberately lowered his voice in the last sentence, He Mulan blushed, and was so angry that she didn't know what to reply.

"If you don't know how to dance, I'll teach you until I don't feel disappointed anymore. Anyway, a lifetime is so long." Feng Anyan said it extremely seriously.

He Mulan was at a loss for words for a moment, how could she answer this, she could only lower her head and play with her skirt with her fingers.

Fortunately, Feng Anyan didn't care about He Mulan's response, he seemed to just say it casually, and didn't want He Mulan to answer him.

"An Yan." When the voice sounded, He Mulan saw Feng An Yan's face change at a glance.

She looked up the stairs, and sure enough, she saw the woman whom Feng Anyan called Mrs. Li was walking down with a smile on her face.

"What are you doing here?" Feng Anyan took two steps forward to greet her, and said without any hesitation.

Mrs. Li was a little embarrassed when asked, she said softly: "An Yan, I just want to see you."

"Then thank you Mrs. Li for your concern, I'm fine, I'll go back when I'm optimistic about it." Feng Anyan said coldly.

Mrs. Li's bright eyes darkened, and she said in a trembling voice: "An Yan, I just want to see you marry a good wife, I'm worried..."

Feng Anyan's patience was about to be exhausted, and he said in a bad tone: "Mrs. Lao Li is worried, I am naturally capable of distinguishing a good girl from a bad girl. Is Mu Lan good or not? Words can tell.”

He Mulan vaguely heard her own name, and became more curious about their conversation, but they were in a corner, and their expressions couldn't be seen. From a distance, it seemed that two people were having an ordinary conversation, and the content of their conversation was covered by the music. .

He Mulan was a little anxious, she simply pretended to go to find Mrs. He and Master He, and walked past Feng Anyan with her waist down as if unintentionally.

"Stop." Madam Li's voice was not loud, but she yelled these words majestically. He Mulan was so frightened that she looked at Madam Li.

Feng Anyan frowned, not knowing what Mrs. Li wanted to do.

I saw Mrs. Li folded her arms and raised her chin, looking down at He Mulan: "You don't walk with your chest up, and you are afraid of your hands and feet. How can you look like a lady from a rich family?"

Can this also be scolded?He Mulan was anxious and angry, and she saw that Feng Anyan's face also darkened, as if he was about to explode in the next second.