President please let go

Chapter 1 chapter2 Night Ghost

"hey... girl..."

"Beauty...keep dancing..."

"The pillar of love and thinness is different..."

As the music and dance progressed, all the male guests in the audience got excited, shouted regardless of their appearance, took out a whole stack of RMB from their pockets and threw it vigorously on the stage.

Xize, who was reclining on the large sofa, unconsciously tightened her cold lips, and her eyes as black as obsidian stared at the enchanting figure leaping on the stage without blinking.

Is that coquettish and sexy woman in every gesture and gesture really the little girl who tried hard to hide her cowardice and fear and was led into Luo's house by Uncle Yun?
A touch of confusion flooded into his eyes, Xi Ze raised his palm and put it on his forehead, his flying eyebrows raised slightly.

"Qiu Jun, I want to buy her a drink." Xi Ze closed his eyes and ordered in a cold tone.

Qiu Jun nodded slightly, "Yes."

Love is thin

backstage dressing room

Fleeing from the stage in a hurry, Chu Moyang opened his eyes and looked at the enchanting face reflected in the floor-to-ceiling vanity mirror.

The snow-white skin is as smooth as silk, the slender black eyebrows reveal an intoxicating style, the gray-green eyes flash with a charming brilliance, and the fiery red lips complement the snow-colored face, bringing the coldness to life. The gorgeous beauty is on display.

Fingertips brushed off the tulle covering her body, turned her arms over, and streaks of red marks appeared on her.

A look of pain surged in his eyes, and a sad smile was on his lips, and Mo Yang fought back bitter tears.

Luo Wentian's violence and madness left her with lingering fears, but the most frightening thing was the burning desire in those eagle eyes.

Mo Yang knew very well that next time, she might not be able to escape unscathed.

I don't know how long she sat silently in the dressing room, but the sudden knock on the door brought her back to her senses, "Boom... Zimo..."

Mo Yang stood up, opened the door, and greeted Wan Ping with an anxious face.

"What's the matter?" Mo Yang just asked, when the strong smell of alcohol made her cough lightly, "Ahem...how much alcohol have you drunk?"

"Go and have a look. There's a demon king in the VIP box. He's not easy to mess with. He's powerful. Even Manager Mo has to laugh with him when he sees him." stage name, with a look of pleading for help flashing in his eyes.

"Really?" Mo Yang frowned thoughtfully, a little surprised by this, Huanqing is the Luo family's property, and few people dare to make mistakes here.

"He asked you to drink with him by name..." Wan Ping looked at Mo Yang with some embarrassment, "No, Manager Mo wants me to come to you."

"Understood." Nodding with a serious expression, Mo Yang ran out of the dressing room, walked over high steps, and came to the VIP box area.

Before approaching the private room, she could already see a dozen burly men lining up in the corridor from afar.

With such a big battle, this "honored guest" must have a lot of background.

The bare feet stopped in place, and his brisk eyes met Mo Yan who was walking towards him.

"You're here. This man..." The friendly manager approached Mo Yang, sighed worriedly, and whispered something in his ear.

The look of astonishment flashed away in his eyes, Mo Yang lowered his eyes halfway, and said firmly, "Leave it to me."

Mo Yan thought for a moment, then ordered the security in the corridor to make way for Mo Yang.

An indifferent smile floated across Mo Yang's lips, she decisively walked around Mo Yan, and walked to the door of the private room under the nervous watch of the security guards.

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