Chapter 287: dancing!

Guantanamo, Liward Airport.
Clooney from 'Inkley' is standing in front of a radio in a quiet room, and the confidential correspondent looks at him eye-to-eye with silence.
"Come and let me know immediately." Clooney informed the headquarters of "Inkley" about Zhou Qingfeng's proposal of "beheading", and stood for hours in front of the radio. Zhou Qingfeng's suggestion was bold, which made Clooney eager to receive a response.
Out of the confidential radio room, the air outside was exceptionally fresh, and Clooney adjusted his tie to make himself more comfortable. Suddenly, a burst of gunshots sounded from the direction of the base across the bay, and a large-caliber heavy machine gun fired a tracer projectile towards the sky.
"What's going on ..., is there a rebellion?" Clooney was shocked immediately and contacted the other side quickly. Only after asking, did I know that the gunfire was the opposite party holding a dance, adding atmosphere. He watched the gunfire that kept flying into the sky, and sighed, "The way these South Americans do things is beyond description."
Just then, the confidential correspondent came out, holding a note in his hand and handed it to Clooney. Clooney shredded the note immediately after watching it, and said in a deep voice, "Victor Hugo has won again. He may have guessed that the headquarters would have promised him. Go, let's go to the party to find Lucky guy. "
At the other end, Mr. Jose, Cuba's most powerful representative, was also invited by the party. He asked the soldiers who had sent the invitations who were going to the ball, and when he learned that Zhou Qingfeng had a share, he couldn't help but sneer.
"I've been to China, and I know Chinese people. People in that country are very strict. Many people have never danced in their lives. Mirta actually invited Chinese boys. I think he can only hold a wine glass outside the venue."
In fact, Zhou Qingfeng was really a little bit stunned at the moment. Not for dancing, but for the scene in front of him. Guantanamo's open-air theater is a place for the US military to show movies. Normally, it can accommodate at most 2,000 or 3,000 people, but 10,000 people now have it. The range of the venue is far beyond the open-air theater.
Hundreds of bonfires were burning. The Cubans inside the base mobilized to enjoy the evening, but the venue was set up in just one afternoon. An old movie called "Love Havana" is being broadcast on the open-air screen. Whenever the male and female protagonists start dancing, the audience in Cuba immediately enters the carnival mode.
"Oh ..., it seems that no one cares about me." Zhou Qingfeng saw a large swarm of people shaking his head, and the pressure in his heart was greatly reduced. Who would look at him in such a black rumbling situation!
It was just that thought had just arisen, and the Cubans around the area suddenly exclaimed: "Look, Mr. Hugo is here. He is coming to our dance party!"
Zhou Qingfeng was originally surrounded by seven or eight sisters, but as soon as he debuted, the opposite hula ran over at least one hundred sisters. In the scream of exclamation, people drowned him like a tide.
"Mr. Hugo, come and dance with us."
"Victor, we love you!"
"Victor Hugo, I'm going to bed with you!"
Hold a big grass! Situation estimates are wrong.
Since Zhou Qingfeng's duel with old Santos's men last time, his handsome and handsome image is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. It's impossible to look at any amazing marksmanship.
Seeing a large number of women turned into she-wolves, Zhou Qingfeng really had nowhere to escape, and was surrounded by them in an instant. Most of these Cuban women soldiers were fifteen to twenty-five, enthusiastic and excited, shouting the names of their idols, and pushed forward desperately.
There were people around, around, and one arm grabbed at Zhou Qingfeng, and women rushed to him. Within a few minutes, he passed the hands of hundreds of women like a doll, and had hundreds of women's lips printed on his face.
The clothes were torn, the hair was messed up, and the whole person was rubbed around like a dough. Zhou Qingfeng felt that his head had been touched countless times. The palms of these women were caught by these women, and the number of women who attacked his chest was completely innumerable. There were many women who went straight to him down the third road, very simply. Just touch the crotch and jj.
Too-but-afraid-birds ..., women are hooligans, men can't stop them! If I knew it would be the scene right now, I wouldn't have participated in any dance party. But now I ca n’t go, I can only call God to help.
Zhou Qingfeng was pushed from the outside by the enthusiastic women to the middle of the field, and immediately found that she still could not escape the fate of dancing. Because the sole purpose of these women doing this is to let everyone see him.
In the sound of fast-paced music, a large group of women gathered around and shouted, "Victor, come and dance with us."
Uncle, I really can't! Do you want to see the epilepsy patient escape from the hospital? I probably dance like that.
Zhou Qingfeng really wanted to cry. Just in order not to lose face, he can only quickly glance at the women around him to see how others jump, and then do a few moves.
In Zhou Qingfeng's view, Latino dance is naturally Latin dance. From the situation of watching TV, shouldn't it be the national standard dance of the Eight Classics? But he soon found out-I seem to be wrong, very wrong!
This group of Cubans did not imagine it was complicated, but extremely simple. There is no softness or elegance at all. With cheerful music, the body is twisted enthusiastically. This is completely wild and uninhibited.
Passionate, generous, heroic, free and easy, just a few moves back and forth, but each muscle is moving. Zhou Qingfeng has excellent coordination of hands and feet. He quickly kept up with the rhythm and perfectly mobilized the emotions of others.
"I was really wrong. I thought the dance was listening to music, and a group of elegant men and women were strolling lightly. To know this is the form of a big party for the people, I'm afraid of ass! This is not more beautiful than anyone else Elegant and clear is more powerful than anyone else! "
Compared to strength, Zhou Qingfeng has some!
At this time, the old Jose, who just happened to be in the sky, was entering the stadium. His status was the highest, but Mirta himself accompanied him in. Surrounded by the hot dance crowd, the old man in José also seriously said Zhou Qingfeng's bad words to Mirta.
"We are all Cubans. It is the right choice to unite against American talents, but now you are working with the Aurora Corps. This is extremely wrong. The boy named Victor Hugo is not reliable, let alone May agree with our values, I bet he can't even dance, how can such a person trust? "
Milta was silent. She knew that Jose was talking nonsense, but the reality was that fists made sense. The group that occupies Florida's "committee" is a big fist.
But Jose's words reminded Mirta of the kid's embarrassed expression when he asked Zhou Qingfeng. Does he not even have the simplest party fast dance? You should know that there is basically one action at a large dance party-twisting, twisting, twisting, twisting, and twisting.
Mirta wondered if he was really embarrassing Zhou Qingfeng, maybe the other party would not even twist his waist? It may not be a good idea to deadlift him to the ball. But at this time ~ EbookFREE.me ~ The old Jose who was next to her suddenly stopped and widened her eyes as if she saw a ghost.
Mirta naturally turned his eyes to the front. In the cold, he saw a few piles of bonfires. Zhou Qingfeng was shaking his hands, kicking his legs, twisting and turning his body in accordance with the rhythm, and even raised his hands to pat the melody that echoed smoothly.
Yeah ... the enthusiasm of the onlookers was ignited by this dynamic dance, and everyone cheered loudly, which was unexpected. Zhou Qingfeng is handsome and handsome, dancing is better than expected, hands and feet and waist and waist are extremely coordinated, the whole body's movements are like a flowing cloud without flowing astringent.
The most terrible thing is that Zhou Qingfeng seems to be playing a little crazy. He didn't know where to get a wireless ear-like microphone, and was dancing to Michael Jackson's "beatit" while dancing, and the song even came out from the big speakers throughout the dance scene.
Hey, the audience! Everyone was jumping.
Wow ... roar roar! This is rock music that echoes the dance! And it sings very well. It feels like a rock king.
Mirta laughed aloud, it turned out that this kid had been pretended! (To be continued.)