rich husband's young wife

The cheerfulness of the violin and the comfort of the piano blended together, setting off the interlacing of cups and cups in the entire banquet hall, and outlining the beautiful and enchanting faces under the shadow of fragrant clothes.

After the exhibition during the day, there will be a happy dinner at night. Not only will there be delicious food provided by top chefs, but also some masters invited by the organizer will play wonderful music here.

Bai Jia was wearing a dark green silk dress and a net hat crocheted with pearls. She was sitting on the sofa, just like a beautiful woman in an oil painting showing elegant classics, watching quietly. Accompanied by music, everyone spins onto the dance floor, raises their skirts, or twists their waists.

At a dinner party, everyone needs a male or female companion, so there are too many dazzling presences in this dinner party, which inspire people's hidden enthusiasm in their hearts.

Bai Jia didn't have a male companion. According to the original plan, she wanted to invite Jiang Han to accompany her to attend such an occasion, but since Teng Ye appeared, she discarded this choice. Firstly, it was because she didn't want Teng Ye to be unhappy. Because she can remember Teng Ye's dissatisfaction with Jiang Han. It is indeed difficult for two equally proud people to bow their heads to each other. Secondly, it is Jiang Han's obsession with herself. She already owes him a lot, and now she dare not If you drag him any longer, she knows that the debt is always hard to repay.

So she didn't bring her male companion into the arena, she just sat here, looking at him surrounded by beauties from time to time, what came to her mind was the past when they were together, not only their love, but also the relationship with that moment The pictures of him kissing, embracing, and huddling with other women in front of her...

"Hey, everyone!" Suddenly the music stopped, and the host squeezed the microphone and said with a smile on his face, "Tonight is our happy night, and everyone should dance at least once! But, you are only allowed to invite your own dance partner , how boring is this? We decided to prepare some surprises for everyone, maybe it will bring you joy, maybe it will be a spark of cooperation! Oh, don't look at me like that, friends, because I don't decide who you share with Dance, but give it to the hands of fate, let your fate set sail!"

After the host finished speaking, someone brought up two large boxes.

More than a dozen hostesses began to distribute red and blue number plates in different colors.

"Everyone, every man has a blue number plate, yes, everyone, even if you are a kid who sneaks in and eats, you still have a share!" The host said humorously: "Ladies have a red number plate, Same, one for each! After you get it, please pin it on the conspicuous place of your clothes, oh, be sure to pin it, we have to let fate decide the dance partner for you, so don’t hide it! At least you You can know who fate has arranged for you to dance with tonight!"

The host said that he also took out a sign and pinned it to his chest, the blue number 22.

"You read that right, I also have a share!" The host said with a chuckle, and turned to introduce the box behind him: "In the blue package box, there are blue numbers, and the red ones are naturally red numbers." No. We have prepared ten performances in total. In the first performance, 10 pairs of guests will dance together, in the second performance, 9 pairs of guests will dance together, and so on. In the last performance, there will only be one pair! Of course, for more fun, Our ten dances are not repeated, that is to say, you have to dance whichever one you catch up with!"

The supporter said and shook the blue number plate in front of him: "For example, the first dance song is rumba. If I don't know how to do it, but I am drawn, then I can only dance, even if the dance is ugly... …And how to choose is very interesting. I started to draw the first person. The person I drew is responsible for drawing the second person. The second person draws his partner from the box of the other party’s color, and the partner draws out The next person to participate, she will draw out his dance partner." He stretched out his hand and pulled out the first number plate from the blue box in a normal manner.

"Blue number plate No. 33! Who is it?" The host directly showed the number plate, and immediately a burly man stood up. The host watched him walk to the middle with great interest, cleared his throat and said : "There is one more man today, so, for the sake of a good match in the future, I am honored to be assigned an important task, which is to dance with him after picking out this one, so, friend, you have to take out The ladies are going to be paired with someone else, and I'm your dance partner!"

As soon as the host finished speaking, the audience roared with laughter. Everyone applauded and laughed happily. The man looked at the host with a look of astonishment: "Hey, I don't know how to dance like a lady..."

"It's okay, to make up for it, I'll turn into a lady!" The host took off his suit and shirt, and then revealed a long skirt.

The applause in the arena was even more enthusiastic. When the host took off his trousers very quickly and stood in front of the man in a skirt, he even lightened his armpits on purpose: "Hey, I have a special hair removal!"

The atmosphere in the arena immediately reached a joyful high thanks to the self-sacrifice of the host, and the man naturally smiled and cooperated to draw lots. Soon, ten pairs of dance partners got together under the guidance of the number plate, including young and old. For matching, there are also fat and fat people drawn together, and this dance is a rumba full of tenderness and love. Immediately when the music starts, everyone starts to dance, and laughter is in various combinations, making the dinner full. joy.

Bai Jia was in a depressed mood at first, but this combination still made her laugh, and even looked at the host's pretentiously charming appearance, her eyebrows and eyes were crooked when she smiled.

In the booth diagonally opposite, Teng Ye, who was surrounded by many female companions, just curled his lips lightly when the people around him were leaning forward and backward with laughter, and then went to sweep everyone's faces moved by laughter, and saw that In the corner, wearing a dark green dress, she smiled brightly like a flower.

Suddenly, there was an inexplicable throbbing in my heart, which came so abruptly.

He quickly lowered his head, wondering how he could do this.

After all, he has seen too many beautiful women. In Saudi Arabia, most of the women are beautiful. But when he came to this city, there are many things about women who are better than her. He even met her several times. , He had never experienced such throbbing.

But, with just such a glimpse, he actually felt that kind of heartbeat.

Incredible...

His eyebrows frowned slightly.

How can I do this?

Surprised, he raised his head to look at her again, wanting to make sure if it was an illusion. After all, he is a killer, and it is a taboo to be tempted by a woman.

Going to look again, he looked at her smiling face and thought it was very beautiful, as if, long, long ago, she was smiling with tears in her eyes in a sea of ​​flowers.

The picture formed in his mind by such a feeling surprised him.

He wondered if it was the memory of his identity that he discarded that made him think about the past for a while, but because of this, he was even more puzzled: Is there her in my self-hypnosis memory?If there is, then I should not remember the bits and pieces related to her, because I didn't find the code word to solve it, but, if there is no her, then why does the "formatted" memory picture come back to my mind?Could it be, are these all engraved in my bones?

If this is the case, this woman, everything I have done to her, I am afraid, is not an illusion required by identity...

In his confusion, the first dance was over, and the last dance partner began to call out the next dancer. Everyone was nervous and laughing immediately, and began to pay attention to everyone who was thrown out.

Laughter, dance music, and happiness, they infiltrate people who are usually in suits and leather shoes, serious or noble, in such a way on this night, let everyone abandon the shackles of those identities, and only enjoy the "tease of fate" to the fullest.

After the song is over, everyone is dancing the dance that belongs to tonight in the matching.

When the last two couples were chouchu, their foxtrot hadn't even started, and the host had already rushed to the middle of the dance floor in long skirts: "Hey everyone, I want to emphasize here, as I just said, let everyone Dance, so at this moment, after these two dance, we have a couple left who have not danced together. They will be our last dancers. You can take this opportunity to think about who you haven't seen yet. , and those two, you can also communicate first, because I kindly remind you that the last dance is very difficult, because it is, tango!"

After the host finished speaking, he shook his skirt and turned around, and the dance music started, and the two couples began to dance.

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

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

Obviously, they paid attention to each other and found that the other party had never danced on stage.

Half a minute later, Teng Ye got up and walked directly in front of Bai Jia: "It seems that we will accept the arrangement of fate together later."

Bai Jia met his gaze, 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 made Teng Ye a little surprised. After all, a scheming woman should have a shocked expression at this time, instead of telling her heart in such a straightforward way, so straightforwardly pointing out She was well aware of her dislike.

"I hope you can dance tango." He watched her tugging at her suit, full of arrogance.

"It's my honor. Among the ten dances, the one I have danced is tango." She looked at him and said softly, "And I only danced with that one person."

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

"Yes, my husband." She looked at him: "I hope you can't dance worse than him, because I don't want to lose face even more than you!"

"Understood." He said, turning his head to look at the dance floor, and at this moment the music ended, and the two dancers finished their foxtrot.

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

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

"Look! They have found each other, and for verification, I also took out the last two number plates!" The host aggressively went out of the country again, and when he took out the number plates, Teng Ye had already taken Bai Jia away In the middle of the dance floor.

"Oh, I have to say something first, you are the most reasonable pair arranged by fate tonight, of course the second pair is me and my partner!" The host's words made everyone laugh, and then he Looking at the two of them: "I hope your dance is the same!"

The host retreated, and the music began to play. When the melody of the piano and violin came to her ears, tears welled up in Bai Jia's eyes. She watched him hand over her hand to him and said softly : "Remember, this is our dance..."