Chapter 102

The first time I went to the nightclub, it was the rose paradise of the last time. When I went in, mu qianhan was anxious to find comfort and didn't pay attention to the decoration inside.

When she came out, she was forced out by the nomadic wind, and naturally she did not pay attention to it.

She looked around her curiously, like a new child, but she also forgot what she was here for today. Is it for her to enjoy the night club that she was brought by pastoral style?

"I don't seem to be in the wrong place. You're really interested in nightclubs." The sound of the nomadic wind came faintly.

The look to Mu qianhan in the eyes with that if there is no irony, let mu qianhan eyes flash a trace of uneasiness.

"I don't like nightclubs." Mu qianhan retorted weakly.

Mu Yifeng did not respond to her retort, but said, "there are countless programs in the nightclub. On that stage, many programs will be performed. That stage belongs to you today. " Mu Yifeng said casually, leaning on the sofa, as if waiting for mu qianhan's reaction.

On the stage in the center of the nightclub hall, this is the place with the most concentrated light beams. There are only one stainless steel pipe connecting the ceiling and the stage.

Mu qianhan took several minutes to digest the meaning of the pastoral wind. Did she let her perform on that stage to make him happy? Just like the dancers in the nightclub.

She raised her head and her eyes fell on Mu Yifeng's face.

The latter's sharp eyes shot back, as if to say, you are not to plead for your Shen Xuechang? Then go up and please me. When I'm happy, I sign the contract.

The eyes straight forced mu qianhan to close her eyes, her humble prayer can not

Mu Yifeng looked at mu qianhan without blinking. He was waiting for her to regret, waiting for her to come and tell him that she would not give shenzili to intercede.

Just when mu qianhan stood up with his back to him, he was disappointed.

She still insists on pleading with her sweetheart

Mu qianhan's pace is very slow, a short distance of more than ten meters, for her, it is like several tens of thousands of meters long.

Her face was full of tears, shining in the neon light.

Mu qianhan step by step on that stage, the sound of high-heeled shoes also step by step in the heart of Mu Yifeng.

He watched her take off her high-heeled shoes on the stage with her back to him, and slowly walked to the center of the stage and stood in front of the steel pipe.

Mu qianhan looks at the cold steel pipe, which to her is just like spiritual torture. She's only heard pole dancing, but she doesn't know how to do it.

"Why didn't it move? Are you waiting for me to invite you? " The voice that urges a soul behind that rings, let mu qianhan a shudder.

It's good to be hesitant. Come down now! Mu Yifeng almost wants to roar this sentence out.

He just wanted to make her remember that the price of pleading with her old lover was not what she could afford, and that she should retreat in the face of difficulties.

However, he did not want him to let her back in the face of difficulties, but let her face the difficulties. Poor shepherd president, wrong again! It seems that he is always only in front of Mu qianhan. How can he not understand it!

When mu qianhan raised his right hand and held the steel pipe slowly, the expectation in Mu Yi's heart cracked.

Full of anger, but mixed with a glimmer of vague expectations and some of the emotions he did not know.

Mu qianhan can't dance, also can't pole dance, but this person sometimes is so strange, can't thing, grope for, convenient person has no teacher.

Mu qianhan is like this, with two hands holding the steel pipe to do the action, let himself slowly walk around the steel pipe, while tears, the body weight delivered to the steel pipe.

Well, because the overcoat was too cumbersome on her body, she also took off her overcoat. Inside was a long wool skirt, which was very close to her body, so that her perfect curve was exposed to match the steel pipe.

Pole dance in the nightclub, bearing is the love 6 color performance, moyifeng original intention is to frighten mu qianhan, but don't want mu qianhan not to be scared.

She felt out of the dance at will, and he couldn't move his eyes any more.

Maybe it is the reason of the venue that makes mu qianhan's sense of shame double boiling, but this is the requirement of moyifeng. She can only try her best to please him.

On the surface, moyifeng sat quietly, without any expression, and made people think that mu qianhan's dance had no influence on him. In fact, under the nomadic wind, it's almost exploding.

She doesn't know sexy, she doesn't know temptation, she doesn't know how to please, and it's just these shyness that don't understand interwoven, which successfully arouses his impetuousness.

His eyes were burning more and more on her.

Mu qianhan's tears fall on the steel pipe drop by drop, which adds a little bit of coolness to the cold steel pipe.

Until she finally had no strength, she just collapsed on the stage. She couldn't please him or anything. I'm sorry, Shen Xuechang

"No more?" Warm spray on your ears. I don't know what kind of dialogue, moyifeng has come to Mu qianhan's back.His eyes searched for tears all over her face and then put them aside.

"Useless, isn't it..." Mu qianhan feels that the voice behind him is just like the devil from hell. It is so cold and merciless.

No reply, just directly to Mu qianhan pressure on the steel pipe, bow his head to kiss this infatuated mouth.

At this time, mu qianhan has forgotten the unsuccessful event of pleasing Mu Yifeng, and all her attention has been paid to moyifeng.

The tip of his tongue swept her teeth, causing a burst of sound. Mu Yifeng turns him over and moves his finger belly on the curve of her body. Then he peels off the wool skirt on her body, and then it is pressed on the steel pipe again. Suddenly, it touches the cold steel pipe, which makes her shiver.

"You really have a talent for pole dancing! It's so sexy Mu Yifeng's breath is very thick, can't stand murmuring in Mu qianhan's ear.

Hearing the murmur of the pastoral wind, mu qianhan has the illusion that the temperature in the blood is soaring rapidly.

The strong light reflection, the stimulation created by the pastoral wind behind him and the emptiness in his body, make mu qianhan writhing.

"The wind Ah The voice of supplication escaped carelessly from the depths of his throat.

The accident of half coquettish and half pleading stimulated the pastoral wind behind her.

He didn't please her? That probably can only deceive mu qianhan so simple person.

"Please Mu Yifeng's forbearance can be heard in his low voice.

"Please Ah

His touch, his passion burned all her reason to ashes. In that white ash, there was still a familiar touch, his only touch.

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