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Outside the venue of the International Dance Association Gala.

After the event, people holding yellow and gray invitation letters are not allowed to stay at the venue.

Originally, Suo Wu wanted to apologize to Jiang Nan in person, but he heard that Jiang Nan had gone to see President Vincent, so he had no choice but to wait outside.

After leaving the venue, Suo Wu discovered Song He's back squatting on the ground and curling up.

Suo Wu frowned, and because he was in a bad mood, his tone was inevitably a bit cold, "What are you doing here?"

When Song He thought about being kicked out from the periphery, he felt his blood surge.

It was a huge shame to be kicked out of the International Dance Association event.

If one person doesn't handle it well, his dancing career will be over.

When he saw Suo Wu, Song He stood up suddenly. His legs were numb from squatting for too long. He staggered and grabbed Suo Wu's hand.

Crying bitterly.

"Master, Master, you must save me!"

Suo Wu frowned and patted Song He's hand, "What's wrong with you?"

Song Heyan explained the matter briefly and concisely.

At the end, he concluded with a distorted expression: "I don't know why Gu Fu knows Assistant Vincent, and he also got an orange invitation letter. I don't know, I really don't know."

After Song He finished speaking, Suo Wu's face was covered with a layer of frost, his temples were beating sharply, and he slapped Song He hard.

"You idiot."

"You actually dare to offend Master Yang Xi's apprentice!"

"From now on, you are no longer my disciple Suo Wu."

Song He was completely stunned by Suo Wu's slap. There was panic surging out of his pupils, and the corners of his lips were pursed tightly, "Master, what did you say..."

When did he offend Yang Xi's apprentice?!

He doesn't even know Yang Xi, how could he possibly offend Yang Xi's apprentice!?

Suo Wu had no time to talk to Song He anymore.

Because the door to the venue that had been closed was reopened.

Jiang Nan and Liang Jingzhi walked out together.

A passionate smile appeared on Suo Wu's face.

With his knees slightly bent, he walked over.

A groveling gesture.

His face was full of flattery and flattery, "Master Yang Xi."

Jiang Nan paused in his steps, raised his eyelids, looked at him casually, raised his eyebrows, "Is something wrong?"

"I was blind and didn't recognize you." Suo Wu completely let go of his condescending attitude, became extremely humble, and bowed ninety degrees, "I hope you can forgive me."

"I can't afford to ask for forgiveness from the Fifth Master."

Jiang Nan's tone was extremely calm, like a clear pool without any ripples, without any ups and downs at all.

Suo Wu gritted his teeth and made up his mind, "If Master Yang Xi doesn't dislike it, I am willing to give you my royal choreography troupe."

Although Suo Wu is considered the second best choreographer in China, there is a complete disconnect between him and Yang Xi.

Offending Yang Xi is equivalent to offending the dance circle of China.

This head has to be lowered.

In China, Yang Xi and Suo Wu are the only two people who have the imperial choreography troupe.

Raising a royal choreography troupe requires huge financial resources, and the training of each dancer takes a lot of effort.

For a good choreographer, giving up his royal choreography team is tantamount to poaching.

This is the highest sincerity Suo Wu can give.

"Oh?" Jiang Nan's legs and feet were slightly bent, and her delicate eyebrows were raised, "Tsk, Master Suo Five is quite willing to do so."

The girl tilted her head slightly and glanced at Suo Wu lightly.

His tone was still neither urgent nor slow, lazy and carefree.

"In this case, my apprentice Gu Fu still lacks a royal choreography troupe. Your choreography troupe will be handed over to him. I accept this apology."

After listening to Jiang Nan's words, Suo Wu's high-spirited heart finally settled down, and he thanked him profusely: "I'll do it right away. Thank you, Master Yang Xi."

If the royal choreography troupe is gone, we can still support it.

If you offend Yang Xi, it will be difficult for you to move forward in the dance circle in the future.

beside.

Song He, who had been watching the whole process, looked pale and the blood on his lips had completely disappeared.

My back was extremely stiff and my fingers kept trembling.

How is that possible.

Yang Xi turned out to be Jiang Nan!

and.

That was Suo Wu's royal choreography troupe. Jiang Nan actually gave it to Gu Fu like this?

Gu Fu.

How could such a good thing happen to him!

Song He silently recited these two words, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Originally, he was supposed to lead Jiang Nan's team during "Idol 101".

If he had not refused, Yang Xi would have been his master, and the royal choreography troupe would have been his.

But it was all too late.

His dancing career was completely over.

***

roadside.

Yuan Zhong had already parked his car on the side of the road.

After Liang Jingzhi and Jiang Nan got into the car, Yuan Zhong immediately started the car.

At the corner is a roadside stall with all kinds of foreigners sitting there.

A man dressed in a slightly hip-hop style and wearing a peaked cap was drinking heavily from a bottle of beer.

It's Morgan.

Yuan Zhong stared at Morgan for a few times, and suddenly remembered a gossip he heard outside the dance association, "I heard that Master Yang Xi came over today, and Morgan was tortured to tears."

Yuan Zhong said with a sigh, "I don't know what kind of god Yang Xi is, but he is so powerful?"

There was another moment of silence in the car.

Jiang Nan suddenly raised his head and said in a soft and slow voice, "I know."

"Ah." Yuan Zhong responded with a slap on his head, "How could I forget that Miss Jiang and the boss are at the scene. They must have seen Yang Xi in person. How about it? Isn't Yang Xi particularly fierce?"

Jiang Nan: "..."

She couldn't accept these words.

Yuan Zhong's curiosity aroused, and he asked without fear of death.

Liang Jingzhi couldn't see this stupid behavior, he tugged his lips and said directly: "He is quite good-looking. As for the person, you know him."

Yuan Zhong: "?"

Liang Jingzhi: "My surname is Jiang and my given name is Nan."

Yuan Zhong felt like someone had thrown a thunderbolt at his head.

Deep fried, it's crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.

"Miss Jiang..."

The car was shaking slightly.

Jiang Nan tilted his head and said calmly: "Drive well."

Yuan Zhong tightened his grip on the steering wheel and said, "Ms. Jiang, my heart is not very good. I don't need to be scared."

Jiang Nan was about to show mercy and comfort Yuan Zhong with a few words, when he heard the system's voice.

【bite!】

[A powerful little seductress can easily kill a single guy.]
Chapter completed!