Chapter 811

"Stop." Smell green lazy move eyebrow tip, tone inside take a bit of warning meaning.

It's a bit awkward for a woman to stop in the same place with her past action. But the next moment, when she sniffs Qingwei's squinting eyes, she can't help but jump in her heart and get a blush on her cheek uncontrollably.

She had noticed the two men for a long time.

So many people, they are undoubtedly the best two, impeccable appearance and good temperament, let her some eager to try.

Especially in front of this man, he can't raise interest in anything, just like poison, let her rise a desire to conquer.

Wen Qing catches the wave light with strong purpose in her eyes. Ironically, she slightly hooks her lips, just about to open her mouth and let her go away.

All of a sudden, I heard the owl tut. I was surprised and said, "what a coincidence."

Wen Qing followed his line of sight to see in the past, absent-minded expression, there was a small change in an instant.

At the door of the bar, a delicate figure is looking around for something.

The girl's temperament is pure and clean. In this environment, she is particularly attractive.

Smell owl helplessly smile, "it seems that the eldest sister-in-law has snitched."

Wen Qingwei's frown tightened for a few minutes, and then he continued, "well, Miss Zheng has seen you, coming this way."

Two people ignored completely coquettish woman some do not come down, embarrassed way, "excuse me, then I first, go first."

After hearing the light at the end of green eyes, I caught a glimpse of Zheng Meijia walking towards this side with a twinkle in her eyes.

All of a sudden, he stretched out his long arm and took the woman's soft waist. In an ambiguous tone, he leaned over her ear and said softly, "let's go now Is it a little early? "

"You..." The woman didn't expect that she would turn around. She bit her lip and took a sneak look at his side face. She said, "let's go dancing ~"

with that, she pulled Wen Qing onto the stage, straightened her chest and squeezed his arm, hoping that the whole person would hang on him.

Wen Qing was fumed by the pungent perfume smell on her body. She waved her hand in front of her nose and tried to wipe away the smell.

Suddenly, he pushed her away, and in her exclamation, he caught her little hand again, gently.

Women came to a 180 degree big rotation, red long skirt fluttering, in mid air across the beautiful arc.

Wen Qing seems to be playing with a string puppet. He is so careless that he even drinks amber liquid in his glass.

"Good!"

The men and women on the stage burst out a burst of cheers, automatically and consciously make a little space, watching the two people dancing, clapping from time to time.

Smelling the owl looking at the situation on the stage, he looked at Zheng Meijia who had already gone to the stage, and asked with some headache, "shall I take you back?"

Zheng Meijia didn't say a word. She looked at the two people dancing on the stage without blinking. Her expression was slightly stupefied.

"No No more... "

Woman Xiang sweat dripping in Wen Qinghuai, Jiao panting, "I'm tired, tired to death."

Wen Qing raised her chin, and there was a little evil radian on the corner of her mouth. Her slender fingers crossed her full lips, and Yu Guang swept the stage without any trace.

I found that the woman clubbing there like a stake moved her eyebrows without any trace, but her face was still lazy.

"Not at this level?"