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However, Mu Chutong observed that Jiuman seemed to be someone who liked this kind of deadly sport.

But Mu Chutong thought about it, and felt that he was not sure. Jiuman didn't look like someone who liked Kunqu opera, poetry, and calligraphy.

When the words were stopped, the air became quiet.

Mu Chutong couldn't bear this kind of silence, so he spoke again: "This is really... If I don't ride horses, and I don't like to watch horseback riding, then I won't be able to enjoy much fun in this rare festival!"

But Jiuman had already thought of this, and said with a smile: "The bonfire party at night will have food, drink and fun, isn't it suitable for you?"

Mu Chutong also thought so.

"Then you have to learn their dance." Jiuman suddenly mentioned this sentence.

"Their dance?" Mu Chutong asked, "Aboriginal dance?"

"Yes." Jiuman stood up.

Mu Chutong smiled and said, "Shouldn't you be topless and have feathers on your head?"

Letting other people say this, Jiuman scolded, "Are you using your brain?" But the other party was Mu Chutong, so Jiuman could only say, "The winter here can freeze people to death."

Mu Chutong realized that he said something stupid again, but he didn't feel embarrassed anymore, he just laughed: "Yeah, I forgot!"

On the contrary, Jiuman felt a little helpless, so he could only smile, and suddenly stretched out his hand to grab Mu Chutong's hand: "Come on, I'll teach you."

Mu Chutong's hand was pulled unexpectedly, and he was stunned on the spot, but he felt Jiuman's palm was wide, rough, but warm.

But Jiuman took Mu Chutong to the entertainment hall next door. Seeing how stiff Mu Chutong was, he reached out and loosened Song Mu Chutong's shoulders, and said with a smile, "This is easy."

Mu Chutong was a little shy and said, "Yes, but I dance with the same hands and feet."

Jiuman smiled and said, "This is a pas de deux, I'll just take you with me. It's very simple."

Jiuman suddenly took Mu Chutong's hand, raised one foot, and said, "Look at me, just do the same as me."

This folk dance is indeed not difficult.Mu Chutong followed suit, his feet were as hard as frozen chicken feet, but looking at Jiuman's close-fitting leather jacket, his waist was flexible and his legs were slender. With the same dance steps, Jiuman was like a proud swan flapping its wings, Mu Chutong was pecking at rice like a famished chicken.There is no way.

Jiuman pretended to be patient and guided at first, but he couldn't help laughing afterwards.

Mu Chutong blushed at Jiuman's smile.

Jiuman quickly consoled him and said, "It's okay, it must be because there is no music. This kind of dance is just listening to the beat, it's easier."

Jiuman began to fiddle with a golden gramophone next to him.Mu Chutong was surprised: "Is this gramophone real? I thought it was a decoration!"

"Yeah, I forgot who gave it to me. I don't usually listen to it, and I almost thought it was a decoration." Jiuman smiled and took out the vinyl record.

The vinyl record is placed in a convenient place, and Jiuman is also very skilled in operating it. Presumably Jiuman often uses this gramophone, so saying "almost thought it was a decoration" is just a joke.

The gramophone soon came out with rustic music, with a very strong rhythm.

What Jiuman said is right, with music, the beat will indeed be better.

Duo, duo, duo—every time there was a sound, Mu Chutong knew that his feet were about to hit the ground.The dance moves are very repetitive, and Mu Chutong has gradually mastered the essentials, and began to enjoy the fun of dancing together—this only made the situation more complicated. I have the energy to feel the atmosphere of this moment.

The atmosphere at this moment is actually very rustic, because the music is very rustic.

It's not dreamy at all, Jiuman is wearing a black leather jacket, of course, he looks good in everything, while Mu Chutong is wearing a loose blue-gray home clothes, with slippers on his feet, and he starts to patter , his movements are awkward and clumsy, just like a gray duck.

But Mu Chutong was in love, so it was very easy to feel that the atmosphere was wonderful.

As long as Jiuman's hand touches him, he feels as romantic and unreal as a rose blooming on a branch of a tree.

Mu Chutong was stunned again, and the dance that had been better just now became random again, Jiuman smiled and said, "You idiot."

Although Jiuman is rough, he also thinks that dancing is a lovely thing.

For example, he also thinks Mu Chutong is a lovely person.

Mu Chutong was even cuter when he danced.

After dancing for a while, Mu Chutong was hungry and his stomach was growling.Jiuman said to ask Xiaoyu to take Mu Chutong to afternoon tea and return to work in the study.

The mafia boss is also very busy and has a lot of work to do.

Mu Chutong had afternoon tea in the restaurant by himself.He thought that he had paid 10 for the accommodation, and when Xiaoyu offered gold leaf chocolate and Ace of Spades champagne, Mu Chutong didn't have any psychological burden to eat it.But Xiaoyu was waiting for him, so he felt uncomfortable. He said guiltily, "I can't afford it. I'll just eat it myself." Xiaoyu didn't say anything, just smiled and left.

Mu Chutong is still not used to being served by others.

He finished his food, yawned, and was about to get the small handkerchief he carried with him, but found that his pocket was empty.

"Could it be somewhere?" Mu Chutong stood up and went back to look for his small handkerchief.The little veil was made of real silk, it was light and fluttering, and it fell off when I was just dancing.

Mu Chutong went upstairs to look for it.People with uncoordinated limbs usually have a poor sense of direction—Mu Chutong is an example.He often goes to the study of the boss, so I still remember the location of the study, but is the hall where the dance was just done on the left or right of the study?He has forgotten.

He made a bold decision to believe in a 50% probability.

He casually pushed open a door on the right, went in and found out—wrong bet.

But it didn't seem to matter. It wasn't an important room. If it was an important room, it must be locked, so Mu Chutong dared to open the door and go in.It looks like a large cloakroom here. There are a lot of things piled up, and there are many built-in wardrobes. There are also a lot of clothes piled outside the cabinets. Judging from the style, it should be worn for a long time.Mu Chutong saw that there was another door on the wall leading to Jiuman's study, which made him more sure that this was Jiuman's cloakroom.

Damn, Mr. Jiuman's cloakroom is more spacious than that of his uncle's young lady, but the matching is still so rustic.

Mu Chutong realized that he had gone to the wrong room. He should have left immediately, but his eyes couldn't help turning around curiously. After turning twice, he noticed a scarf hanging beside the cabinet.That scarf is incompatible with the overall style, so it is particularly conspicuous.

"Why does it look familiar?" Mu Chutong frowned, walked over, and took off the scarf, "This, why is this so similar to the one I used to have?"

Mu Chutong wrapped the scarf around his neck, and walked to the front of the large floor-to-ceiling mirror on the other side to look at it.

At this moment, the door connected to the study clicked—it was Jiuman coming from the study.He didn't immediately see Mu Chutong in the corner, but he saw that the shelf for hanging the scarf was empty first.What kind of personality is Jiuman? Of course, he immediately scolds people without even looking at him: "You motherfucker, who the hell surrounded me—"

Mu Chutong turned around from behind the cabinet and stared at Jiuman in a daze.

Jiuman's mouth continued to say: "Throw my few woolen socks on the ground." As he said, Jiuman pointed to a woolen sock that fell on the ground.