Chapter 115 Is Mr. Zhou serious about Miss Song?

The addition of Director Fan suddenly made the whole scene funny.

Twisting the waist, swinging the hips, raising the legs high... Mu Yanshu's graceful and sexy dance moves looked completely different on him.

The sight of a bald middle-aged man posing in a coquettish manner was so shocking that the audience burst into laughter, with people booing and cheering. The atmosphere of the party became heated and noisy.

At first, Director Fan danced with an awkward look on his face, but gradually, amid the boos of the whole room, he didn't know whether he found himself or lost himself, his dance became more and more relaxed, and he became more and more confident, almost overshadowing Mu Yanshu.

Tickets for the dance troupe's principal performance are certainly hard to come by, but the dance debut of Director Fan of the Cloud Shield Group is something that only happens once in a thousand years!

Now no one has time to look at the charming and beautiful woman. Everyone's attention is grabbed by the bald fat man next to her.

"He dances so wildly, hahaha!" Xiao Liao laughed while quickly raising his mobile phone to take a video.

"I'll be able to make a fortune with this video when I return to the company tomorrow!"

Shuang Xu also laughed. Director Fan was arrogant and snobbish, and now he was making a fool of himself in front of everyone for everyone's amusement. This contrast was the most hilarious.

She followed suit and clapped her hands so enthusiastically that from the side one could see her lifted apple cheeks and the curved shape of her eyebrows.

When the dance ended, the whole audience cheered.

Mu Yanshu bowed gracefully to express her gratitude, with a charming smile on her face, but no one knew what she was feeling inside.

Director Fan came down amid the applause and cheers of the crowd, wiped the sweat off his forehead with his handkerchief again, glanced at He Tingzhou's expression, then turned to Shuang Xu and said with a flattering smile, "This show is specially prepared for President Song. What do you think?"

Mu Yanshu didn't throw her a flirtatious look, and Shuang Xu didn't expose her. Instead, he gave her a commercial compliment: "It's wonderful. Director Fan dances so well. Miss Mu's position as the chief dancer is in danger."

"No matter where you are." Director Fan breathed a sigh of relief. "As long as President Song likes it, that's fine."

Damn it, he was so blind before. The real boss was right in front of him every day, but he was like a blind man, and his flattery fell on the donkey's butt.

The folk music group left the stage, and Mu Yanshu walked towards them from the stage. After all, she was a professional, and compared to Director Fan's panting and persuasion, she didn't show any signs of fatigue, and each step she took was graceful and elegant.

"Ms. Song, congratulations. Today's live broadcast was very popular. Even people from our dance troupe came to watch the excitement."

Shuang Xu smiled politely: "Thank you for your support. Miss Mu's dance is also very unique."

Mu Yanshu's eyes fell on her skirt, intentionally or unintentionally. Just when Shuangxu thought she had been looking at it for too long, Mu Yanshu smiled and said, "Ms. Song's skirt is so beautiful. This is Master Zhou's favorite color."

Is this He Tingzhou's favorite color?

Everyone in the circle looked at Shuang Xu's skirt because of Mu Yanshu's words, which made her feel like she was being put on the judge's bench in public.

Engineer Liang was surprised and asked, "President He actually likes such a fresh color?"

Mu Yanshu gently waved her fan and said with a smile, "Master Zhou's portrait is this color, and it has not been changed for many years. This color is clean, and Miss Song has a good temperament, so it suits her very well."

He Tingzhou's profile picture is indeed this color. So, he does have a special liking for this clean and clear aqua blue color.

However, Mu Yanshu's words made people feel that she deliberately wore this color to please He Tingzhou.

This made Shuang Xu feel a little bit uncomfortable.

Especially when I saw the tacit smile on Mr. Liang’s face.

She said expressionlessly, "Ms. Mu really understands Mr. He. I never thought that Mr. He would like this color. Blue makes people depressed. I heard that if a man likes blue, it means his body is degenerating and it is a sign of impotence."

As soon as these words were spoken, the air around them suddenly fell into deathly silence.

Mu Yanshu was stunned.

Director Fan was almost choked to death by his own saliva: "Cough cough cough..."

What are you saying about him? You say he is impotent? These are the two words men hate to hear the most!

Half of the people here were from the same industry, and half were from Yundun and Feixue's own side. They looked at each other, not knowing whether they should be shocked that this little princess who never swore would say such a thing, or whether they should worry about the crown prince's wrath.

In the subtle stagnation, everyone's eyes were cast on He Tingzhou.

He raised his eyebrows, his lips curved lazily, and spoke in front of everyone: "You know I'm impotent?"

“…”

The air was getting weirder and quieter.

Xiao Liao covered his mouth with his hands in shock. His entire belief collapsed. "Mr. He, are you...really?"

The handsome guy is impotent, my God, who understands?

He Tingzhou was the only one who was calm and composed. He didn't worry at all about his reputation of impotence spreading. He put his hands in his pockets and said lazily, "Why are you so excited? My impotence doesn't affect you."

“…”

Shuang Xu had never expected He Tingzhou to be so shameless. His dissatisfaction was shattered by his speechless feeling.

He really is the one who can say anything ridiculous.

"Hahaha, President He and President Song are really good at joking! Hahaha, let's be happy today, everyone laugh, hahaha!" Driven by Director Fan's efforts, everyone laughed awkwardly but politely, and the weird atmosphere was finally broken.

Shuang Xu also smiled, and then at the right time, took Xiao Liao away.

Mu Yanshu watched her leave and then turned her gaze towards He Tingzhou.

He leaned against the Roman column, took a sip of champagne, and put away the lazy and nonchalant look he had just shown in front of Shuang Xu, and his expression became dull.

Mu Yanshu looked at him with eyes as clear as autumn water and whispered softly, "Is Master Zhou really impotent?"

He Tingzhou's eyes fell on the figure in the distance, and his voice was cold: "What are you asking? What does it have to do with you?"

Mu Yanshu smiled: "I'm curious, Master Zhou even admitted such words just to make Miss Song happy. Aren't you afraid of being laughed at?"

"What can I do?" He Tingzhou sounded troubled, but in fact, every word he spoke was full of satisfaction. "Who made her possessive of me so much? She spread rumors in public that I was impotent. She wanted to monopolize me. Tell me, she is so scheming. How can I beat her?"

“…”

Mu Yanshu regarded Shuang Xu as her rival, and imagined that Shuang Xu might show off to her, boasting that she got the person she couldn't get first.

But she never imagined that the person who showed his affection to her would be He Tingzhou.

The fan in her hand paused for a moment before she continued to wave it slowly: "Master Zhou is serious about Miss Song?"

"Did I pretend to be here?" He Tingzhou said, then stood up from the pillar and walked away in a leisurely pace.