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Chapter 952 Have We Met Before?

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    When He Yihan was about to slip away, the man wearing the same mask as her stopped in front of her.

    "Beautiful lady, may I have the honor of dancing with you?"

    He used the Belgian dialect, which He Yihan could understand.

    She had spent two years in a design school in Belgium, and even now has many friends in Belgium, who are fluent in Belgian as if they are locals.

    "How do you know I can speak Belgian?"

    She also responded to him in fluent Belgian, and became somewhat interested in this tall man.

    After looking for another dance partner in the banquet hall, the dance music was played. There were already couples holding a pair of masks, and they came to the dance floor in the middle and swayed slowly.

    In order to create an atmosphere, all the lights were dimmed by one degree.

    Originally, they were wearing masks, but because of the dim light, He Yihan couldn't see the man's face, only a faint outline.

    "Designer He Yihan, I am honored to have heard about your life experience."

    The man continued to answer in Belgian.

    Although she didn't know who this man was, for no reason, He Yihan felt a liking for him just by listening to him.

    Of course, this kind of goodwill has nothing to do with love.

    He Yihan was just a little interested in him, the kind who wanted to be friends.

    She casually put the champagne glass in her hand aside, and stretched out her hand.

    In a somewhat dim environment, her hands were slender and fair, with shining jewels on them, which further set off her boundless nobility.

    "In this case, I can't refuse you."

    She handed her hand to him, and the man slowly grabbed her hand, and the warm palm transmitted the warmth to He Yihan's hand.

    He Yihan can dance, although ballroom dancing sometimes sees two people embracing and dancing, but under normal circumstances, when meeting for the first time, or just friends, even when dancing, they will maintain a certain distance.

    This man looked elegant and polite, so He Yihan thought he knew the rules.

    However, when the two of them stood on the dance floor, and his hands gently wrapped around her waist, and then drew the distance between the two of them closer, a sullen look flashed across He Yihan's eyes.

    "It seems that you don't often dance with others, sir."

    He Yihan pulled his body a little farther away, and even stretched out his hand directly, and lifted his hand on her waist up a little.

    Just now, his index finger, seemingly inadvertently or on purpose, touched the top of her sunken waist.

    He Yihan felt uncomfortable in his heart, so he directly reached out to adjust.

    All of this was done very quickly, except for the two of them, no one knew what happened between the two of them.

    The man said sorry softly in Belgian, and then whispered in her ear: "I'm sorry, I lost my composure, I just remembered an old friend."

    He Yihan slightly raised his eyelids, and moved his footsteps in accordance with the rhythm of the music. Hearing this, she snorted coldly.

    "Sir, do you know how many people I have heard said such words to me when I was studying in Belgium? I think people in Belgium should be better at using these words to pick up girls, right?"

    When the man spoke, it was still an authentic Chinese dialect that He Yihan couldn't tell the difference.

    "I am not a native of Belgium."

    Under his guidance, He Yihan gently turned around in a circle, the skirt was like a blooming rose, gorgeous and enchanting.

    "Then which country are you from?"

    He Yihan leaned back into his arms, smiled softly, and continued: "Since you already know my identity, sir, I think if you don't tell me your identity now, wouldn't it be a little less gentlemanly?"

    The man paused for a moment, and He Yihan looked up at him. The lights on the dance floor were a little brighter, and she could see the man's clear eyes, black pupils, and slightly retracted eye ends.

    She only glanced at it, and felt a strange feeling in her heart.

    As if suddenly, the heart was clenched, and even the breathing lost its frequency.

    He Yihan frowned slightly, thinking of staying up late in the past few days, he thought to himself.

    It seems that I am getting older, and I have not yet passed my 30th birthday, so I have to start paying attention to my body.

    "Are you from Huaxia?"

    In order to cover up her momentary gaffe just now, He Yihan asked immediately.

    "I am."

    At this moment, changeda song.

    He Yihan and the man changed their footsteps at the same time. When the song was changing, someone beside him stopped and left the stage, and someone paused for a few seconds before changing their positions.

    On the stage, for a moment, it was only He Yihan and the man who led her to dance. They had a perfect understanding, and they smoothly changed to another dance step without any change.

    "But I don't know you."

    He Yihan said clearly.

    Although she is wearing a mask, if she is always in contact with people around, she will definitely recognize it, just like He Ling who is standing next to the dance floor, holding Hua Jin's waist, with such a domineering posture, don't  Speaking of wearing a mask, He Yihan can recognize him even if he changes clothes.

    "maybe."

    This time, the man answered her in Mandarin.

    Following the movement of the dance steps, these three words drifted past He Yihan's ears like a gust of wind.

    When He Yihan heard his voice speaking Mandarin, his heart seemed to miss a beat, and his hands seemed to have no blood, and they suddenly became numb.

    When speaking different languages, people's tone of voice will change to a certain extent, some people will change a lot, and some people will change a little bit less.

    So when a person speaks a different language, it is easy to feel different.

    He Yihan heard the man's slightly lowered voice, and for some reason, her body had these inexplicable reactions.

    She wouldn't really have a heart attack because of exhaustion, but after a moment of strange feeling, her heart beat steadily again.

    He Yihan inexplicably felt that the man's voice was somewhat familiar, "Have we met before?"

    she asked in a low voice.

    As the music became faster and faster, the dance steps between the two of them also became faster and faster. When He Yihan asked this question, there was still some panting in his voice.

    The man's eyes darkened, and his hands supporting He Yihan's lower back sank slightly, but at this moment He Yihan didn't feel it at all.

    He answered irrelevantly and said, "I am the host of this banquet."

    Brandt Black.

    He Yihan remembered the name he saw on the invitation when he entered the door just now.

    "It seems we haven't met, Mr. Black."

    He Yihan put the messy thoughts behind him.

    "It seems to be just a coincidence. For some reason, I always feel like I have heard your voice somewhere before."

    She raised her eyes and looked at the man in front of her calmly.

    Is this Brandt Black?  Who on earth is he, and why did he invite all the dignitaries of the city to gather here?  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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