Chapter 77: Don't know how to dance? I'll teach you

Zhou Jihuai realized that the voice was not Wen Zhile's, so he didn't stop.

Under normal circumstances he would have turned around, but now he was in no mood to exchange pleasantries, so he just pretended not to hear and continued walking inside.

The beautiful social dance music was playing lively, and the dance floor was crowded with men and women dancing together.

He walked forward, looking for Wen Zhile, but things did not go as he wished. Zhou Jihuai looked around but could not find the familiar figure. Instead, the owner of the voice caught up with him: "Ji Huai!"

The sound was getting closer. Zhou Jihuai felt annoyed and suppressed his emotions and turned his head.

When he saw who was behind him, his expression became even more indifferent: "What's the matter?"

Xu Jing took a few steps forward and said happily: "Ji Huai, I thought you wouldn't come to the social gathering."

Zhou Jihuai took a few steps back and said, "I'm here to find someone."

"Comrade Xu, you can call me by my full name."

"Okay." Xu Jing's face froze. "Did you find the person?"

"no."

The other person's tone was too cold. Xu Jing looked at him, unwilling to give up: "My brother said that you are very good at social dancing, but I am too stupid to learn it. Can you teach me?"

"Your brother dances well, too." Zhou Jihuai answered simply, continuing to search the surroundings.

Not far behind him, Shu Cheng'an was sitting bored with his hands spread out on the back of the bench. From a distance, it seemed that he and Wen Zhile had a special relationship. The gay men and lesbians who were around and wanted to dance with them were reluctant to approach them when they saw this.

He achieved his goal, and with a smile on his face, he looked around for excitement.

After looking at the excitement on both sides and in front, turn around to find the excitement behind.

As he was searching, he saw Zhou Jihuai.

The tall man was eye-catching even with his back to them.

"Zhizhi, is that Brother Huai?"

Shu Chengan called Wen Zhile: "Behind us, look back."

Wen Zhile was surprised: "Cousin, are you dazzled? Brother Zhou said he wouldn't come." He said it with such certainty.

She said this and looked back.

The gay man who could be mistaken for Zhou Jihuai by her cousin must be no ordinary person. She would take a closer look at him just to please her.

"That's Brother Huai." Shu Cheng'an clapped his hands, "The one opposite him is...Xu Jing?"

Wen Zhile raised his eyebrows.

Before he could say anything, Shu Cheng'an pulled him up and walked forward.

She almost fell down: "Brother, slow down, are you trying to get back at me for pushing you into the car?"

Shu Chengan slowed down his pace: "You are right."

"Brother Huai!"

They were not far away; they were just a few steps away.

When they arrived, Xu Jing was already speechless and asked reluctantly, "Who are you looking for? I can help you find it."

At this time, Shu Chengan pulled Wen Zhile over.

The first thing Zhou Jihuai saw was his hand holding the little girl's arm, and he immediately realized who the flower-guarding messenger the soldier outside was talking about.

His eyes relaxed: "Why are you here?"

Shu Chengan greeted Xu Jing and said, "You should ask Zhizhi about this."

Wen Zhile nodded to Xu Jing and said, "I am following my uncle's orders."

"Brother Huai, you are still blaming me. Why are you here too? Don't you never attend social gatherings?"

Shu Chengan hinted at something and looked at him teasingly. Zhou Jihuai ignored him and looked at Wen Zhile: "Can you dance?"

As soon as she asked the question, Wen Zhile noticed that Xu Jing was looking at her.

She answered decisively: "No."

"You can learn if you don't know." Soldiers looked at Wen Zhile's face from time to time. Zhou Jihuai pursed his lips and stretched out his hand, "I'll teach you."

"..." Wen Zhile glanced at the dance floor and really didn't want to squeeze in.

Dancing today must have made you sweat.

As one song ended, a new one started playing.

The comrades in the dance floor had already danced a song. Wasn't she going in now just to smell the sweaty human flesh?

"I'm dumb and hard to teach. Brother, if you want to dance, why don't you join my cousin?"

Shu Cheng'an looked at Wen Zhile in shock and whispered in her ear, "Sister, don't sell me out even if you don't want to dance. Brother Huai has already stretched out his hand, don't you really want to dance?"