Age of Rebirth

In front of these foreigners, there were many Chinese people around, each of them fawning. Those foreigners looked arrogant and ignored their answers, which made Tang Qiu very angry from the bottom of his heart.

He did not expect that so many foreigners would come to a reception held by the Tianjin Chinese Entrepreneurs Association. In his subconscious mind, he hated dealing with foreigners, even before he crossed over. In the process, he always felt some inexplicable things that stimulated his heart.

Especially after traveling to this era, the arrogance of foreigners and the prejudice and contempt for the Chinese often stimulated his blood and self-esteem in his heart, and made him realize that only a poor and weak motherland can stand tall among the nations of the world. Only when the forest is rich and the country is strong can it obtain the right to dialogue. Without the dignity of the country, there is no talk of personal honor or disgrace.

His eyes were looking inside, and suddenly his body froze, and the murderous aura surged out uncontrollably. Xiao Ling, who was holding his arm tightly, knew very well that Qiu Li could only be killed when he saw the enemy or someone or something he hated very much. Only then did he not conceal his murderous intent like this. [

Following Tang Qiuli's gaze, Xiaoling's body also tensed up. He saw a few Japanese, and two of them were wearing devil's military uniform. They fought against devils in the Northeast for several years. Wearing yellow clothes, Xiaoling is extremely sensitive, which is a natural hatred for an irreconcilable enemy. Her fingers tightly grasped Tang Qiuli's arm, so hard.

The rest of the Japanese are easier to distinguish. They are short, with bow legs, and they are still wearing a suit. They are so awkward from top to bottom. The most striking thing is the beard that looks like a wine bottle cap under the nose. Coupled with the undisguised arrogance and arrogant arrogance, it is not difficult to pick these few non-human beings from the crowd.

However, they are surrounded by the most Chinese people, nodding and bowing, servile and servile, looking at them with aversion to cold.

Tang Qiuli took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and led Xiaoling slowly into the hotel lobby.

The master of ceremonies at the door took the invitation and sang loudly: "Mr. Qiu and his wife, Ms. Zhang, are coming to the reception!" Maybe they came late, or their names were too simple, and there was neither company name nor title in the introduction.

The guests who were chatting enthusiastically at the reception turned their heads one after another, wanting to see who this Mr. Qiu is?Or who is sacred, dare to be late.

Everyone felt their eyes light up, as if two dazzling stars had suddenly descended here, and the lights in the hall were slightly dimmed. The man was surprisingly young, dressed in a pure white suit, handsome, clear, tall and straight, with a refined and bookish air. However, she couldn't hide her introverted heroic spirit, her eyes were as bright as morning stars, and the female guests present felt their hearts jump suddenly, as if something soft somewhere was suddenly moved in the depths of their hearts, flustered for no reason.

This is a man who cannot be ignored anywhere, no, to be precise, it should be a boy, his age will not exceed 20 years old, when his eyes glance at you, it is as real as a blade, but Let you feel the frankness and sincerity in his heart, this is a boy favored by the Creator and makes all men a little jealous.

The girl holding his arm tightly is wearing a white dress and black dress, setting off her plump and soft body, like a blooming snow lotus, the white and black colors are a perfect match on her body, fresh as bamboo, elegant temperament, She has a beautiful face, a little makeup, and a pair of water-cut bright eyes, looking around with a little curiosity, the eyes are smart and full of wisdom.

In the glances, it feels like the warm spring breeze is gently brushing your body and mind. Her eyes just swept away, and then, with a slight smile, she floated on her ivory-like delicate face, and her head slightly turned to this boy's shoulder. Leaning up and leaning, it seemed that she had given her whole body and mind to this big boy. Her long black hair poured down onto her round shoulders like a waterfall.

Her smile instantly shattered the hearts of the men present. When they were intoxicated, they just wanted to get close to her, to inhale her fragrance, and to cleanse their souls polluted by material desires and the secular world.

Those bejeweled ladies, rich ladies, and rich ladies are not ashamed of their appearance, and they can't help but gather back and cover up the gold, silver and jewelry on their bodies. The appearance of this girl immediately makes these women eclipsed, and they are so vulgar. , This is a girl who makes men obsessed and women are jealous.

The appearance of Tang Qiuli and Xiaoling took away everyone's brilliance. Tang Qiuli noticed that a Japanese man was holding a gorgeous Japanese woman, recovering from the initial loss, surprise, and jealousy. Cast disdainful and contemptuous eyes on them.

Tang Qiuli responded unceremoniously with a knife-like gaze. He was never polite to the Japanese devils. The short Japanese man felt as if he had been shocked by an electric shock. The flashing knife loomed in front of her eyes, but it was the Japanese woman, with her beautiful eyebrows raised, her ruddy lips slightly upturned, and a look of surprise in her eyes.

In this short distance of more than ten meters, the two of them were bombarded by countless lights, coupled with the dazzling spotlights, the reporters rushed forward and back, afraid to miss every shot, as if they were working hard to welcome the emperor.

At first, when Xiaoling saw such a big scene, she felt a little nervous, especially the gazes of some men, which made her unbearable, as if she was about to strip her clothes off, so she could only keep smiling and hold on tighter. Qiu Li's arm.

The great momentum and strong self-confidence emanating from Tang Qiuli gave her courage. She carefully felt the warm breath emanating from Qiuli's body, and her heart was surrounded by a kind of sweetness and pride. She is a smart and delicate person. Girl, from the expressions of the guests present, she has a little pride, not for herself, but for the one she loves.

The organizer of the reception, a middle-aged man in his 40s, greeted them graciously and let them take their seats. Shanhu, Battelle and ten soldiers stood coolly behind them, and the bodyguards Very powerful.

This dazzling debut immediately became the focus of the audience. It was impossible not to attract attention. There were some gentleman-looking people who toasted Tang Qiuli and nodded, including some foreigners. Of course, those few Except for Japanese garbage. [

Before Tang Qiuli and Xiao Ling came, the Japanese woman was the focus of the audience. I have to admit that this woman is indeed very beautiful, with a nearly delicate face, a pair of beautiful big eyes like spring water, a plump figure, and a tight dress , more prominent her plump, towering breasts, slender waist and straight buttocks, this is a kind of flirtatious, so that when a normal man sees it, he will think of the beauty of the bed, and he can't wait to press it under him immediately , Indulge your inner desires.

After Xiaoling entered the arena, her brilliance and limelight were immediately taken away. It is said that women are jealous animals, and this Japanese woman is no exception. The jealousy in her eyes cannot be concealed. His eyes drifted to Tang Qiuli, as if he was planning how to turn this handsome boy into his servant.

Unfortunately, she was disappointed. The boy didn't even look at her. He put all his energy on the girl who made her jealous, which aroused her competitive heart. No man dares to ignore me, Chunshan The existence of Miyo.

The reception officially started, and the host said a few simple words, not just to welcome everyone to come, but as expected by Tang Qiuli, consuls from various countries in the Tianjin Concession came. Which German is he most interested in? Consul, because Battelle is going to study in Germany.

Then, the dance began. Tang Qiuli and Xiaoling came off the stage gracefully. Tang Qiuli also did a good job, making Xiaoling couldn't help laughing. Dance music started, and the spacious hall was filled with moving music.

Xiaoling is completely immersed in the music, and there is no one else in her eyes, only this boy who makes her dream, unforgettable, tender heart, spinning with Qiuli, like walking in the clouds, Xiaoling I thank Tang Qiuli in my heart, it is he who made me walk into a completely different world, thus changing the destiny of my life.

Without him, I am still a girl in a simple mountain village, innocent, simple and happy, but this kind of happiness seems to be thin. After experiencing the warmth, romance, and joy of blending body and mind, my heart has been completely filled with this big boy, as if my life exists for him.

Today, let me be a part of your life and body, dance to your heart's content!With Xiaoling's personality, she is not very interested in such activities. If she has time, she would rather quietly look at the boy she loves, even if she doesn't say a word, as long as the silent warmth flows in her heart.

Everything Xiaoling did was for the one she loves, including today's reception. Qiuli was already a nearly perfect boy, and she couldn't make him lose his color or let his image tonight have any blemishes. His enthusiasm, even his life, was devoted to the dance with Tang Qiuli.

What's more, dancing with the one you love is an indescribable happiness in itself, especially because of your own cooperation, which makes the boy you love even more glorious. An ancient poem suddenly appeared in Xiaoling's mind: "I am the king Dance!" She smiled.

They danced to their heart's content, unaware that the people around them had stopped dancing, gathered around them, clapped their hands lightly, and sang for the couple.

At first, only Xiaoling, Tang Qiuli, the Japanese woman and his dance partner were left on the dance floor. It seemed that this woman wanted to compete with them. His dancing partner is really inferior. Being short and short, being taken by this tall woman is like dragging a pickle jar, rolling around all over the floor. It is as awkward as it is. Had to hate to leave.

On the dance floor, the two of them were left dancing unrestrainedly, everything around them disappeared, and the two of them were already immersed in the joy of the side.