The two danced in tacit understanding while talking. Yan Xiaohui deliberately stayed very close to her, showing such affection that even the Europeans and Americans on the side were stunned.
"I don't know how to answer you. I haven't seen what a spy looks like. If I see one one day, I will definitely introduce it to you. But that Seishiro Ozawa is probably a Japanese spy." Lu Ming deliberately provoked
Huatou.
Lu Ming certainly had his reasons for saying this. He knew that Ozawa was only a nominal employee of Manchuria Railway, but actually an intelligence officer of the Japanese Army Intelligence Department. This was a standard spy.
"Him? Impossible. How could there be such an arrogant spy? He's just like the Qinghong Gang." Yan Xiaohui didn't believe it.
"There are all kinds of spies, and they are not necessarily all unknown. Being arrogant and domineering may be how he conceals his identity." Lu Ming said with a smile.
Yan Xiaohui still didn't believe it. She believed that spies should hide in secret places and then secretly collect intelligence on the enemy, or sneak into secret key places of the place late at night to steal intelligence.
Yan Xiaohui was not wrong. Most spies were indeed unknown and even completed their intelligence collection work at home.
On the eve of World War II, a spy in the West saw the rapid increase in prices of steel, wool and other materials in the market from European newspapers and judged that a war was about to break out. Sure enough, World War II really broke out.
It is undeniable that the 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 special training.
In Yan Xiaohui's view, Ozawa is arrogant and arrogant, and behaves more like a Japanese ronin. How could he be a spy? Not at all.
Of course, Lu Ming couldn't explain Ozawa's true identity to her. There were too many things involved, 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, and John cheerfully came over with a glass of wine and handed it to Lu Ming.
"Lu, your dancing is getting more and more chic. It seems that you have put in a lot of effort in the past few years." John smiled.
Lu Ming drank the martini in the glass, turned sideways and said with a smile: "Don't you see, Miss Yan leads the way well, I completely follow her rhythm, if I change my dance partner, I will
His true form has emerged.”
What Lu Ming said was not all complimentary. Yan Xiaohui was the well-deserved queen of the Christmas Eve dance.
Yan Xiaohui, who had just exited the dance floor, was immediately surrounded by many European and American young people, who all invited her to dance next.
Yan Xiaohui nodded her head 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.
Next, Lu Ming stood aside talking to John, drinking delicious martinis, and watching Yan Xiaohui dance one dance after another.
Women do have extraordinary tolerance for things they are interested in. For example, if you go shopping in a shopping mall, you can wear high heels for three hours without any problem.
At this moment, Yan Xiaohui, who looked weak, didn't know where the energy came from, and almost danced for the entire audience without missing a single dance.
"What a pity, a flower in Shanghai, I don't know who will end up with it." John suddenly sighed.
"What? Are you interested in Miss Yan?" Lu Ming patted the other party's shoulder and smiled.
"Nonsense, ask the men present who is not interested in Miss Yan, but it's all in vain." John said lonelyly.
Lu Ming felt happy. It seemed that John had pursued Yan Xiaohui. He must have hit a snag, but he couldn't help in this matter.
"Miss Yan is quite interesting to you." John said with a sly smile.
"Nonsense, we are just family friends, just like one family. Besides, I have a fiancée. I am an engaged person, which is different from you." Lu Ming explained.
"What is a family friend? I don't understand this kind of 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.
The clock struck midnight, and everyone stopped dancing and started cheering, jumping, and kissing each other. There were no restrictions on this night. Anyone arriving at the scene must "do as the Romans do."
Lu Ming hurriedly dodged around. He didn't want to get someone else's saliva on his face, even if it was a woman's kiss.
However, he couldn't escape in the end. Yan Xiaohui forced him into the corner and pressed countless passionate kisses on his face and mouth.
The heat and alcohol all over Yan Xiaohui's body rushed into his throat, making him feel dizzy.
Seeing this scene, the people around them applauded enthusiastically. They thought Lu Ming and Yan Xiaohui were a couple, and looked at them with envy and blessings in their eyes.
This golden couple is so happy.
"I'm sorry, I'm so excited." Yan Xiaohui apologized in a low voice, but his eyes were full of hot love.
Lu Ming smiled bitterly and shook his head, meaning he didn't mind. In fact, it was useless for him to mind because 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 came off the stage and performed a wild dance, which attracted cheers and applause from the audience.
Lu Ming secretly thought that maybe this was the real temperament of Yan Xiaohui, aggressive, wild and unrestrained without any restraint.
Yuan Mingzhu is just the opposite of her. She looks very unrestrained on the outside, but is actually a very skillful and gentle woman on the inside.
After this dance, the Christmas party ended and the guests dispersed.
Yan Xiaohui drove Lu Ming out of the consulate compound and sighed: "It's a pity that Christmas Eve only happens once a year."
"We Chinese celebrate New Year's Eve only one day a year. We cannot celebrate New Year's Eve every day." Lu Ming said with a smile.
Yan Xiaohui didn't speak. She seemed to be still immersed in the atmosphere just now and couldn't get out for a while. When she arrived downstairs at Lu Ming's apartment, she suddenly woke up and said with a smile: "So soon, you are home."
Lu Ming didn't say anything, he opened the car door and walked out.
When he turned around and closed the car door, Yan Xiaohui looked at him quietly, as if he had something to say, but didn't say it.
Lu Ming understood what she meant, and wanted him to invite her to sit there, but he didn't dare. He knew the consequences of doing so.
He said calmly: "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 as fast as he could.
Lu Ming felt a headache after returning to his apartment. Du Juan's matter had just been dealt with, and before he could take a breath, new troubles came.
Compared with Du Juan, Yan Xiaohui is in big trouble here. The two are not at the same level.
Du Juan is just one person, but Yan Xiaohui is a huge family. If not handled properly, his parents will be affected.
He could escape or refuse in disguise, but he couldn't say "no" coldly. After all, the two families still had friendship from the previous generation.
He thought of the poem "I am afraid that being passionate will tire beauty", but he is really not a passionate person. He sometimes doubts himself... At least he is not as impulsive as people of this age, and can easily lose control in love between men and women. Maybe.
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 about their business every day and play music every night?
Although he doubted himself a little, he quickly rejected the idea.
The only thing he knows for sure is that he must stick to his bottom line.
Desire is like a flood. Once it opens, it is like a dam that bursts and can no longer be blocked. At that time, it is difficult to determine whether what is gushing out is happiness or disaster.
Just as I was thinking about it, the phone rang suddenly. How could someone call at this time? Could it be that Mingzhu didn't trust him?