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The two danced in tacit understanding while talking, Yan Xiaohui deliberately stuck close to each other, and even the Europeans and Americans on the side were dumbfounded.

"I don't know how to answer you. I have never seen what a spy looks like. If I see one day, I will definitely introduce you. But that Seishiro Ozawa is probably a Japanese spy." Lu Ming deliberately provoked Huatou.

Of course, Lu Ming had his reasons for saying this. He knew that Ozawa was only a staff member of the Manchurian Railway in name, but was actually an intelligence officer of the Japanese Army Intelligence Department. This is a standard spy.

"Him? Impossible. How can there be such an arrogant spy? He looks like the Qinghong Gang." Yan Xiaohui didn't believe it.

"There are all kinds of spies, and not all of them are unknown. Maybe he is arrogant and domineering because he hides his identity." Lu Ming laughed.

Yan Xiaohui still didn't believe it. She believed that spies should hide in the dark, and then secretly collect enemy intelligence, or sneak into the confidential and vital places of the country in the middle of the night to steal intelligence.

Yan Xiaohui was right, most of the spies were indeed unknown, and even sat at home to complete intelligence collection.

On the eve of World War II, a Western spy saw the rapid rise in prices of steel, wool and other materials in the market from European newspapers, and judged that war was about to break out. Sure enough, World War II really broke out.

It is undeniable that a spy's analytical and reasoning abilities, especially his sense of smell, are different from ordinary people's. He can imagine the sea from a wave.Of course, this is also the result of specialized training.

In Yan Xiaohui's view, Ozawa is ostentatious and arrogant, and behaves more like a Japanese wanderer. How could he be a spy?Nothing like it.

Of course, Lu Ming couldn't explain Ozawa's real identity to her, there were too many things involved in it, and the relationship between the Yan family and the Japanese was neither black nor white.

After a dance, Lu Ming had just exited the dance floor, John cheerfully came over with a glass of wine and handed it to Lu Ming.

"Lu, your dancing posture is becoming more and more elegant. It seems that you have worked hard in recent years." John laughed.

Lu Ming drank the martini in the wine glass, turned sideways and smiled, "Didn't you see that it was Ms. Yan who led the way well, and I followed her rhythm completely. If I change my partner, I will Now it's in its original form."

What Lu Ming said was not all compliments, Yan Xiaohui is a well-deserved Christmas Eve dancing queen.

Yan Xiaohui, who had just exited the dance floor, was immediately surrounded by many European and American youths, who invited her to the next dance.

Yan Xiaohui nodded and agreed one by one. She knew that Lu Ming didn't like dancing, so dancing with her a few times tonight was already very valuable.

Afterwards, Lu Ming just stood aside talking to John, drinking a delicious martini, watching Yan Xiaohui dance one dance after another.

Women do have extraordinary tolerance for things they are interested in, such as shopping in the mall, and it is no problem to walk around in high heels for three hours.

At this moment, Yan Xiaohui, who looked weak, didn't know where the energy came from, and almost danced the whole audience, without missing a single dance song.

"It's a pity, a flower in Shanghai, I don't know who will end up with it." John suddenly sighed.

"What? Are you interested in Ms. Yan?" Lu Ming patted her on the shoulder and smiled.

"Nonsense, ask these men present, which one is not interested in Miss Yan, but it's all in vain." John said lonely.

Lu Ming felt happy. It seemed that John had pursued Yan Xiaohui before, so he must have hit a wall, but he couldn't help him.

"Miss Yan is quite interesting to you." John said with a sly smile.

"Nonsense, we are just family friends, just like a family, besides, I have a fiancée. I am engaged, and I am different from you." Lu Ming explained.

"What is a family friend? I don't understand this relationship." John shrugged.

Lu Ming explained to him this special interpersonal relationship, which is a special bond between Chinese families.In ancient times, family friends were invisible alliances formed between noble families.

Marriage is a further alliance.

For example, Lu Ming's family and Yuan Mingzhu's family are both family friends and relatives by marriage.

When the clock struck midnight, everyone stopped dancing and started cheering, jumping, and kissing each other.This night is unlimited. Anyone who arrives at the scene must "do as the Romans do".

Lu Ming hurriedly dodged around, he didn't want to have other people's saliva on his face, even if it was a woman's kiss.

But he couldn't escape in the end, and was cornered by Yan Xiaohui, who pressed countless passionate kisses on his face and lips.

Yan Xiaohui's whole body heat and alcohol rushed into his throat, making him feel dizzy.

Seeing this scene, the people around applauded enthusiastically. They thought Lu Ming and Yan Xiaohui were a couple, and they looked at them with envy and blessing.

This couple is so happy.

"I'm sorry, I'm so excited." Yan Xiaohui apologized softly, but her eyes were full of burning love.

Lu Ming smiled wryly and shook his head, meaning he didn't mind, but it was useless for him to mind, he couldn't help himself.

After midnight, the music changed. It was no longer a symphony, but a wild dance music from South America.Yan Xiaohui danced another wild dance, which caused the audience to cheer and applaud continuously.

Lu Ming thought to himself, perhaps this is the real Yan Xiaohui's temperament, aggressive, wild and unrestrained.

And Yuan Mingzhu is just the opposite of her, she looks very unrestrained, but she is actually a very skilled and gentle woman in her heart.

After this dance, the Christmas party was over and the guests dispersed.

Yan Xiaohui drove Lu Ming out of the compound of the consulate, and sighed, "It's a pity that Christmas Eve is only one day a year."

"We Chinese celebrate New Year's Eve, and there is only one day every year. It is impossible to celebrate the New Year every day." Lu Ming laughed.

Yan Xiaohui didn't speak, as if she was still immersed in the atmosphere just now, she couldn't get out for a while, when she got downstairs to Lu Ming's apartment, she suddenly woke up, and said with a smile: "So soon, you're home."

Lu Ming didn't speak, he opened the car door and walked out.

When he turned back to close the car door, Yan Xiaohui looked at him quietly, as if he wanted to say something, but didn't say it.

Lu Ming understood what she meant, and wanted him to take the initiative to invite her to sit up, but he didn't dare, he knew the consequences of doing so.

He said lightly: "Be careful on the road." He closed the car door mechanically, turned around and walked into the door of the apartment.

Yan Xiaohui was so angry that he stepped on the accelerator and drove away like flying.

After Lu Ming returned to his apartment, he felt a headache. The matter of Du Juan had just been dealt with, and before he had time to catch his breath, new troubles followed.

Compared with Du Juan, Yan Xiaohui is in big trouble here, the two are not on the same level at all.

Du Juan is just one person, but Yan Xiaohui has a huge family, and if he doesn't handle it properly, his parents will be affected.

He could escape, he could refuse in a disguised form, but he couldn't say "no" coldly, after all, the two families still had the friendship of the previous generation.

He thought of the poem "I'm afraid that the beauty will be tired by being passionate", but he is really not a passionate person.He himself sometimes doubts himself... At least he is not as impulsive as people of this age, and is prone to lose control in love between men and women.Perhaps the traditional cultural education and living environment in his youth still left a mark on him.

Is it normal for people of my age to go to Mazhangtai every day and sing songs every night?

Although he doubted himself a little, he quickly rejected the idea.

The only thing he can be sure of is that he must keep the bottom line.

Desire is like a flood. Once it opens, it is like a dam bursting, and it can no longer be blocked. At that time, it is difficult to determine whether the raging gushing out is happiness or disaster.

Just thinking about it, suddenly the phone rang.How could someone call at this time? Could it be that Mingzhu was worried about him?