"Duo'er doesn't stick to the common customs. She lives natural and unrestrained. She has her own ideal and goal. If it can be changed easily, maybe she is not the old and strange money we see."
Although the words of long Mu Chen is to say to the two brothers beside, but his vision, but all the time looking at the person who is dancing under the stage.
There are different emotions floating in the deep eyes, such as surprise, praise, flames, jealousy and indulgence.
He is also a normal man, even if the heart is as broad as the sea, in the face of so many people salivating on her appearance, also can't help but feel sad.
Can't wait to lift her up like this, forever shut in Chen Wang Fu, let her beauty, bloom for oneself only.
But Xiao Ruo is right. If they don't respect her ideal, DOR will hate them!
Then look at the money under the stand, has been put into their own dance, everything around seems to have been thrown away by her.
She once told him that when she was in Shanghai before, she had participated in some talent shows, but she was eliminated before she had time to have fans and get on a big stage.
This makes her feel very depressed!
But now it's different. She came to ancient times and could open a nightclub to carry forward her proud art. With a large number of followers and students, she felt very proud!
In her words, she became an idol and a star! Become the object of worship!
When long Muchen thought of her shaking her head and smiling, he felt very satisfied.
It's also a headache!
This little thing, even if it's veiled, can fascinate people in the smog.
Every smile and every move perfectly and harmoniously deduces the natural contradiction between the fairy and the devil.
Invisibly, there are so many potential rivals all at once.
I have to study hard to keep up with her little brain after a thousand years!
While they quarrel on the second floor, Qian Duoduo's Indian dance has come to an end.
The men dancing with them all lay flat on the stage in a backward posture.
And Qian Duoduo's wide red pleated skirt spreads out on the ground. Her soft body, like catkins, is arched like a flying butterfly and fixed in the petals of the red skirt.
After the dance, the whole place fell into a strange silence.
Qian Duoduo quietly stood up, beautiful eyes slightly swept a look under the stage, looking at all the people are like lost three souls general, a response to the Leng did not.
The villain in her heart snapped her fingers and succeeded!
Then slightly lift Mou, blunt long Mu Chen playfully threw out a small Mei eye.
Long Mu Chen dotes on drowning of smile, stretch out thumb, in order to show encouragement.
"On the second floor, Mr. Fang Long gave Miss Mulan a thousand Liang flower baskets as a token of his love."
Small two timely shout a, immediately recalled all the guests under the stage soul son.
Then, the whole fenghuangyufei immediately fell into a violent riot.
It's no exaggeration to call it a riot.
On the table, climbing chairs, kneeling on the ground to worship, rubbing the table to hold thighs, all kinds of dazzling.
Baskets of flowers, like flying, were carried onto the stage.
Qian Duoduo looked at the current atmosphere was so hot, afraid that he would be surrounded and killed by this group of guests like hungry wolves. Taking advantage of the situation covered by the flower basket, he ran up to the second floor.
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