Chapter 205 A song of empty spirit

The dance party entered the established program with the elegant dance music. Houston, the host of the banquet, held the first dance for everyone, and then it was the time for everyone to find a dance partner. At such a celebrity banquet, everyone carried their own dance partners of the opposite sex, and only Qin Mu and Han Xueling were alone. Qin Mu was a little better, at least there was Xueli around him, but Han Xueling was a little helpless. This was the first time she attended such a banquet. Although she was from a high-ranking career, old people like Mr. Han who had experienced the War of Resistance Against Japan hated these debauchery and would never pursue this kind of petty bourgeois mood. Even if they heard any dance, songs, etc., they would have to calm down. Therefore, Han Xueling could only refuse other people's invitations again and again, including men and women.

Qin Mu turned his head and smiled at Xueli, "Oh my God, my little princess has become a dilemma. Let me, the prince, rescue her." In Xueli's puzzled eyes, Qin Mu held the wine glass and slowly walked towards Han Xueling.

Han Xueling was embarrassed and rejected the invitation from a girl again. Her forehead, nose and palms were filled with sweat. She had always been not interested in dancing, but she was forced to Liangshan at this moment and cursed Qin Mu in her heart. Her appearance was also a move by Qin Mu to press against Wang Haitao. Now the chess piece herself didn't know whether to cross the river or stop moving forward. Qin Mu naturally wanted to rescue her. When his hand held Han Xueling, who was covered in sweat, he clearly felt Han Xueling's sharp nails sucking him like a hatred, causing Qin Mu to stretch out his right hand and hugged Han Xueling's slim waist.

"What are you doing?" Han Xueling screamed in surprise, feeling that Qin Mu's palms were wide and powerful, as if they had a sense of peace of mind.

Qin Mu smiled and put his mouth close to Han Xueling's ear, and said softly: "If you don't want to be ugly, follow my steps. If you step on my feet, you will treat it as stepping on a stone."

Han Xueling felt warm in her heart, and the special female hero's thoughts were covered with a hint of softness. She shook her head slightly, pulled the braid to her chest, and whispered: "Then hold on, I'll step on it."

Qin Mu smiled slightly, walked into the dance floor with Han Xueling's waist. When the dance steps were taken, he realized painfully that Han Xueling's footsteps were not dancing. He simply regarded his feet as a rock for trials. Almost every foot could make Qin Mu feel heart-wrenching.

Xueli looked at Qin Mu who was suffering in the dance floor in a daze. She knew that she shouldn't cry at this moment, but tears kept spinning in her eyes. She didn't know where the courage came from, so she walked to the band with the hem of her evening dress and said a few words to the band's conductor. The conductor smiled and nodded, and gave a thumbs up to Xueli. This girl who was as delicate as Snow White, anyone would have a good impression of her.

At this moment, Luo Minghui finally had free time. He looked at Wang Haitao beside him with a bright look and asked in a low voice: "Wang, you should know what happened. Maybe we need to consolidate our friendship?" He said this, but his tone was filled with depressed anger. It was obvious that Wang Haitao did not tell him the identity of Qin Mu, and Luo Minghui felt that he had been deceived. Political deception can only be called a strategy, but Luo Minghui, a member of the US House of Commons, was fooled by a person without any official position, which made him a little unacceptable.

"Mr. Luo, there must be a misunderstanding between us." Wang Haitao's old farmer-like face showed a honest smile, but Luo Minghui was no longer tempted by his illusion. He directly stopped Wang Haitao's defense, looked around and confirmed that no one was focusing on him, and then said in a low voice: "Wang, you must know that without certain interests, I will not make a clear statement with the Chinese government. If you and I cannot be honest with each other, I don't think I would mind using you to exchange for the friendship of the Chinese consortium."

Since they have already tear their faces apart, they can make people see the power of it even more. Wang Haitao and Luo Minghui have their own thoughts. Luo Minghui thinks about Wang Haitao's heavy industry connections and business channels, and Wang Haitao thinks about Luo Minghui's protection. The two have not reached any friendship or something. Now Qin Mu's strength has shown high-profile display of skills, which has caused great rifts between the two of them to use each other. The fragile alliance has reached a precarious situation.

The two looked at each other, as if they were two hedgehogs in winter. They wanted to rely on each other to get a sense of security, but also protected themselves with thorns all over their bodies, not allowing others to touch their bottom line.

At the end of the song, the crowd on the dance floor gradually dissipated, looking for a seat to rest and have a drink. Weng Wenhua had already sat in the main seat with Houston, and it seemed that their conversation was very pleasant, which made Luo Minghui even more angry. If it weren't for his hesitation, the right to talk to Ms. Weng Wenhua should belong to him, not the old mayor who was about to go out of date.

The band conductor in a tuxedo walked to the center of the dance floor in a passionate voice and said to the microphone: "Once upon a time, each of us had dreams; now, each of us is chasing dreams. God bless everyone lives happily. Singer a cappella, isethegod!"

Xue Li Luoluo walked to the center of the stage generously, and took the microphone firmly amid the whispers of the guests, and carried out the audience with a gentle voice. She said emotionally: "Once upon a time, there was a little girl who was poor in her family but firmly believed that she lived in the embrace of God. No matter how difficult her life was, she believed that her pious heart could bring God to mercy. When her parents died in a car accident, she firmly believed that she prayed; when her grandfather flew to heaven because of old age, she firmly believed that she prayed; when her grandmother left her because of illness, she firmly believed that she prayed!

How hard life is, she has always devoted her heart to God. Finally, her persistence moved the God in the dark. Yesterday, she finally found her own guardian angel. She didn't know his name, but this song was already ready for him." After saying this, Xue Li stared in Qin Mu affectionately, and her small cherry lips opened a guardian passage like a falling pearl from the nine heavens in people's hearts, sending this song that was slow to the extreme but ethereal to the depths of people's hearts.

isethegod,

Becauseiamagirl,

ifyouknow,

ifyoutry.

...

This song flowed again in Qin Mu's heart. The girl's indomitableness, the girl's struggle, and the heart that had never been polluted in various lives moved him again. Qin Mu lowered his head slightly, blinked his eyes a few times, trying to completely hide the sadness at the corners of his eyes. Han Xueling, who was standing beside him, suddenly felt Qin Mu's momentum, and saw the crystal clearness of Qin Mu's eyes under the light. She couldn't help but cover her mouth and stared at Qin Mu in disbelief.

The singing of Sydney pears was without any artificial traces, just like the orchid deep in the snow-capped mountains, and like the song of birds in the natural forest. Everyone present was fascinated by hearing it. Weng Wenhua even closed his eyes, recalling the bitterness of the past struggle and the painful struggles he had lost last year's childhood Qin Mu, and his heart was even more ups and downs.

Every successful person has his own struggle and bitter history of making a fortune. The girl washes everyone's heart with her clean sound without any impurities. Without musical instrument accompaniment, she seems to be the elf who spreads the gospel, standing there quietly, telling the story of a girl with her singing voice, and also evoking everyone's memories.

At the end of the song, the long charm made people lose interest in conversation, and just looked at the pear that stretched his arms and slowly hugged her. After a long time, the girl curled up on the stage into an ostrich in the desert, which aroused thunderous applause from everyone. She used her own a cappella to infect everyone present, and used her heart to summon everyone's deep weakness.

Douglas approached Qin Mu and sighed: "Dear Qin, I only realized now how correct it was to not let this girl fall."

Qin Mu smiled and said, "In the near future, you will find that her achievements are far greater than today's performance. The person who sings with sincerity is at least a real person, right?"

Douglas smiled gracefully again, but there was a hint of vicissitudes of life at the corner of his eyes. Everyone has their own life. Qin Mu would not make a spontaneous statement, but just smiled and wanted to introduce Ms. Weng Wenhua from the Chinese Consortium to Douglas.

Douglas shook his head quickly, Qin Mu was very surprised. The man in his forties said with a little embarrassment: "Don't let my bloody smell defile the mysterious goddess of the East, don't let my appearance destroy her perfection." Qin Mu felt helpless. This man was really respectful to women like a British man. Maybe he really had a relative with the British royal family.

The most outstanding thing about this dance is Weng Wenhua's mysterious arrival and Xueli's a cappella. As for the turbulent waves that happened in Qin Mu and others, few people could see them. Some things can be explained without opening their mouths. Just a move or a layout can let others know what you mean.

Han Xueling did not get the chance to show off. On the way back, she got angry at Qin Mu and asked Qin Mu if he had something to hide from the foreign woman from him, making him look like a neglected young wife, which made Qin Mu and Weng Wenhua smile bitterly. Han Xueling began to get used to her identity.

Sydney was sent home by Douglas. When they were about to break up, Qin Mu whispered to her, "God will favor the girl", which made her heart pound. When she lies in the worn sheets in the shabby attic, her heart was still filled with Qin Mu's magnetic voice and gentle smile.

"Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding!" The ancient wall clock rang at twelve o'clock, and Cinderella was made into a prototype at this time. Sydney grabbed the sheet tightly and shouted hard: "I don't want it, I don't want it!"

As the sound of the wall clock, the doorbell of her house was ringed.
Chapter completed!