Super Golden Eye

The quiet atmosphere lasted for a long time, and the undercurrent surging atmosphere was broken by Zhou Dongyu's chuckle.

Zhou Dongyu suddenly laughed, which looked strange in the current situation. Everyone looked at Zhou Dongyu, and even her supporters showed a puzzled look.

Fang Yang's expression was calm, and taking this opportunity, he secretly operated the Golden Eye to look at Zhou Dong's words. Good guy, all the fortune lines of Dongyu in this week are very high, that is far higher than that of ordinary people, and even the fortunes of many warriors are not as good as hers.

Moreover, Zhou Dongyu's aura was like an abyss, and he couldn't detect it for a while. According to preliminary estimates, this week's Dongyu was at least the cultivation base of the late Xuanjie.

This cultivation level is not strong, after all, he is the head of No.1 Clubhouse. Fang Yang always feels that Zhou Dong's language is far from being as simple as it seems on the surface. For example, her cultivation level, maybe there is some way to cover it...

Zhou Dongyu suddenly laughed, and after the laugh, he said: "Well, since we are always reluctant to discuss cooperation on such occasions, let's just leave it alone. When I'm free later, I will definitely bring the project. Plan, visit you at your company."

After speaking, Zhou Dongyu stopped struggling with this matter, and after saying a few more unpleasant words, he announced the beginning of the dance party.

The melodious and soft music played again, and various lampposts flickered on the carefully arranged dance floor, which was so dreamy.

Slowly, many elites who brought female partners or temporarily hooked up with female partners gathered towards the dance floor.

As soon as Zhou Dongyu was out of focus, Yang Chongming ran up and tried to invite Zhou Dongyu to be his dancing partner.

However, Zhou Dongyu didn't catch a cold to him, smiled politely, and then shook his head. After being rejected by Zhou Dongyu, Yang Chongming looked ugly, and then returned to normal, trying to maintain the gentleman's proper demeanor.

However, when he saw Zhou Dongyu walking towards Fang Yang and reaching out to Fang Yang to invite him to dance, Yang Chongming's entire face became purple, and his eyes seemed to be breathing fire.

Let's talk about Fang Yang. He watched Zhou Dongyu and came to him, suddenly stretched out his hand to pull himself to dance, and he couldn't help but feel a strange feeling in his heart.

Especially, Fang Miaomiao and Xu Meng's eyes were full of something called knives when they looked at Fang Yang. As long as Fang Yang dared to agree, they would pick up big knives and slash Fang Yang's eyes every minute.

Fang Yang tried his best to keep himself calm. He didn't look at Fang Miaomiao and other women. He pretended to smile indifferently, and said, "Zhou has so many suitors. It's not appropriate to invite me to dance? Wait for them to hate me, then I was wronged."

Zhou Dong said with a quiet smile at the corner of his mouth. He looked at Fang Miaomiao in his beautiful eyes, and then at Xu Meng and other women. He knew clearly, "I'm afraid I have to pay you back what Fang said. This came up at the risk of inviting hatred. Fang will not give me face, right?"

Zhou Dongyu's Yingbai slender hand still kept that movement, while Fang Yang was sticking there like a piece of wood, neither did he stretch out his hand, nor did he not stretch his hand.

The longer Fang Yang hesitated, the colder the eyes of everyone around Fang Yang looked at Fang Yang. Among them, Yang Chongming was first-rate, and he was so angry that he directly took a machete and chopped Fang Yang into meat sauce.

Finally, after hesitating for a minute and three seconds, Fang Yang took Zhou Dongyu's hand with so many suffocating gazes and slowly walked to the dance floor.

Fang Yang was born in the market. Naturally, he did not learn much in social entertainment. Skills such as ballroom dancing are not considered housekeeping skills, but they are pretty good.

As soon as the dance steps were taken, Zhou Dongyu praised: "It seems that I have practiced and danced well."

Fang Yang smiled modestly, and said, "Zhou Zhou has praised him. Mr. Zhou is the elf on the dance floor. The eyes of this admirer are about to cut me into pieces."

As the dance steps turn, Zhou Dongyu can naturally see the first-class jealous eyes like Yang Chongming.

Seeing all this, Zhou Dong said that he didn't care, and said with a faint smile: "It's just some small shrimps. Compared with Fang Zong, they are too infamous."

Fang Yang's words were so blunt in Zhou Dong's language that surprised Fang Yang. Fang Yang, who was unwilling to guess anymore, asked directly: "Let’s say, what is the purpose of holding this ball today? I don’t think this Hongmen banquet is superficial It seems so simple."

For Fang Yang’s straightforwardness, Zhou Dongyu tilted his head and fainted, his pretty face was slightly playful, and the mature charm was like a girl next door at this moment, saying: "I just want to simply hold a dance party. Isn't Mr. Fang unwilling to give me this little trust?"

With that, Zhou Dongyu's expression revealed a touch of grievance. Such an expression drew people's imagination. Yang Chongming and others, who were paying close attention to Fang Yang and Zhou Dongyu's words, wished to rush forward to take Fang Yang off.

Seeing Zhou Dongyu's words and deeds, Fang Yang looked weird and unconsciously thought of the gray-clothed man's words.

Is this the thing about Shaoqi and No.1 Clubhouse?

There are ground-level masters in the No.1 clubhouse. Could it be that such a powerful martial arts master has not found that No.1 clubhouse has been placed in a ten-finger obsessive array?

In other words, the One Clubhouse knows that it is just letting go, and the purpose is to attract the gray-clothed man?

Fang Yang couldn't figure it out, and he had a headache after thinking about it too much. Since I can't see through this situation at the moment, let it go on. I believe one day I will see through the purpose of Zhou Dong's language.

The dance party proceeded in an orderly manner. After Fang Yang finished dancing with Zhou Dongyu, Zhou Dongyu started her social journey, wandering among the crowd, and began to talk about her business experience and many cooperative projects.

The No.1 Clubhouse is very mysterious and powerful, and this Zhou Dong language is also a member of the ancient martial arts circle. However, the people she contacts are not limited to the ancient martial arts circle, she is like a money-making machine, and she talks about money-related matters with people wherever she goes.

As for Fang Yang, after dancing with Zhou Dongyu, Fang Miaomiao, Xu Meng and Guo Xiang also came to join in the fun. After Fang Yang danced three dances in a row, even Gong Qianqian came over to pull Fang Yang up.

After dancing the last dance with Gong Qianqian, Fang Yang found a place to sit down prostratively. Wang Qiang and Ji Ping happily came forward. Xue Zimei was with them, staring at Fang Yang with wide eyes. The expectation and hope between the looks can be seen by fools.

However, Fang Yang can only be a fool, pretending not to see, staring angrily at Wang Qiang and Ji Ping, and reprimanded: "What are you laughing at? Let you watch the excitement?"

The dance party in the upper class is the most boring, because the dance party is just a coat. The real purpose is to cooperate and win-win. It is to talk about their money-making projects. Even the warriors in the ancient martial arts world are not immune.

Finally, until the prom was about to end, and in the final dance, many people stopped talking about business and threw themselves on the dance floor.

Fang Yang was standing on the edge holding a glass of non-alcoholic cocktail, wanting to avoid the crowds, but that Tang Xiaoyu immortal walked towards Fang Yang, and under many gazes, he extended an invitation to Fang Yang.

This time, Fang Yang didn't hold it, but directly took Tang Xiaoyu's hand, wrapped her waist and plunged into the dance floor.

As soon as he took the dance step, Fang raised his head to Tang Xiaoyu's ear, and said softly, "When will you take off your mask?"