My wife is not a demon

Time passed little by little.

More and more people came to gather, waiting eagerly.

"Chong-"

A zither sound suddenly penetrated the layers of noise and exploded in the night.

There was an instant silence in the noisy room.

When everyone was wondering, the white gauze curtain on the waterside pavilion was slowly pulled back, and the actors and singers on the high stage had already appeared on the stage.

The lamps and candles are brilliant, reflecting like daytime.

A dozen or so delicate women in plain clothes and rings are accompanied by the melodious melody of the piano, with their long sleeves fluttering, and the light gauze flying in the wind, a piece of pink and fragrant.

Pedestrians sit or stand or sit, watching quietly.

Chen Mu and the others also found a place to sit down and watch comfortably.

But after a glance, I was quite disappointed: "Although the looks are good, they are not worthy of what I said before. What do you mean the nine-day fairy descended to earth?"

"I am very happy to disappoint my husband." Bai Xianyu's eyes narrowed.

Chen Mu sighed, lacking interest.

From the corner of his eyes, he secretly admired the beautiful woman Meng Yanqing.

Today, the beautiful woman dressed up specially. She was wearing a pink single-shirt and long skirt. Although it was tightly wrapped, it was full of mature charm.

Along the way just now, there were many fiery eyes.

Especially the moist red lips like freshly picked peach cherry, I can't help but want to make people taste the rouge.

A woman's sixth sense is still very accurate, maybe she noticed Chen Mu's fiery eyes, and a layer of pink rose on the neck of the beautiful woman as delicate as jade.

"It was really a mistake not to pick this pomegranate that day."

Chen Mu's heart was burning, and he was just about to stretch out his hand to reach out quietly, when Bai Xianyu coughed lightly beside him, and Chen Mu quickly sat upright.

Pretending to look at those singing and dancing girls, nodding frequently: "Not bad, not bad."

Bai Xianyu raised her bright eyes, smiled at Yan Yan, and said to Meng Yanqing: "Sister Meng, you can't see clearly, come and sit next to me."

"……it is good."

Meng Yanqing hesitated for a moment, got up and sat on the other side of Bai Xianyu.

She bowed her head slightly, obviously she didn't do anything, but she felt ashamed of being raped, her face was burning red, and her heart was beating faster.

Bai Xianyu took her arm very kindly, looking very affectionate.

The two chatted while watching the singing and dancing.

Chen Mu smiled wryly, ignored his sister-in-law's mocking grimace, and looked at the woman dancing on the waterside pavilion.

Well, it even looks good.

After a while, a melodious melody suddenly sounded, and the sounds of ding ding dong dong sounded like playing a dulcimer, and the melody was continuous.

In the astonishing sight of everyone, a woman slowly appeared in the hazy mist.

At this moment, she seems to be bathed in the gentle moonlight, against the crescent moon in the sky, and her reflection in the water, as if slowly falling from the sky.

The woman holds the skirt in one hand, tiptoes lightly, and dances in the accompaniment chorus.

The skirt dances like fluorescent lights.

The ties restricting the waist of the skirt dragged along the floor, fluttering with the dancing posture, really sitting on weaving grass, indescribably elegant and moving.

At this moment, everyone held their breath.

When Chen Mu saw the woman, his head was in a daze: "Why is it her?"

The masked woman dancing on the stage was none other than Xue Caiqing from Juchunlou, Qingyu County—a Latin American to be precise.

After the Ju Chunlou case was over, Chen Mu bid farewell to the other party.

Before leaving, the woman danced a dance for him.

She said that it was the first time she danced for a man, so Chen Mu also got her first time.

I thought that the two of them would not have any intersections, but I never thought that this woman would actually come to the capital to develop. This is not in line with her elegant temperament like a chrysanthemum.

In Chen Mu's impression, this woman is a piece of ice jade.

Want nothing.

Why did you come to this place all of a sudden?

The sound of the zither is like resentment or admiration, like weeping or complaint.The sound of the piano is Qi Qiran, outlining the melancholy of Liren.

The woman's dancing posture seems to be integrated into the sound of the zither.

The sleeves are like flowing water, and the nimble toes tiptoe up the skirt and fly, grasping everyone's emotions at all times.

There are thousands of styles in the world.

She couldn't catch any flirtatious demeanor that a brothel girl should have. Instead, she was like a quiet orchid and chrysanthemum blooming silently in a famous temple in Qingzhai.

"gorgeous……"

Even Bai Xianyu's beautiful eyes are full of splendor.

She naturally recognized Xue Caiqing, after all, she lived in Qingyu County for half a year.

It's just that she never thought that Xue Caiqing's dancing posture was so beautiful.

Seeing that her husband's mouth was about to squirm, Bai Xianyu gritted his silver teeth, lifted his jade foot and stepped on him.

With a strong smell of vinegar, he blurted out: "I'll dance for you when I get home."

After she finished speaking, she regretted it.

She can't even play the piano, let alone dance.

However, Chen Mu's eyes widened, he swallowed his saliva and said in anticipation: "My lady can also dance? Can she dance that kind of undressing?"

Undressed?