The actor's little flirt is an all-around boss

Liang Huo felt that it was outrageous when he said it.

I wanted to add a block to the tiger thorn.

Unexpectedly, in the end, I gave away a building in a prime location for nothing.

Fuck!

The people from Tiger Thorn were able to predict their predictions.

"Thousand-year-old orchid is interesting." Liang Jingzhi rested his clean and slender fingers on his knees, his thin lips were slightly pursed, and he spoke with a murderous air, "Is there a batch of tiger thorns passing through Juwuzhou recently? Tell Chu Wenzhou, I want this batch."

Liang Huo's heart shivered, and he said respectfully: "Yes!"

Liang Feng lowered his eyes and did not dare to speak.

This time the tiger thorn and the boss are really on the fence!

Pursuing Miss Jiang is not going well.

The boss was full of anger and had nowhere to vent, so he could only fight the tiger to extinguish the fire.

***

noon.

The sun is a bit strong, the sun is dazzling, and it burns people's eye sockets.

Holding the phone, Gu Fu followed the direction of the map navigation in the phone and turned into a small alley.

After walking another few hundred meters, the eyes suddenly opened up, and a low-key and simple dance studio appeared.

Gu Fu checked the address carefully and found that it was correct, so he knocked on the door.

It was a slightly familiar man who opened the door.

The man has high eyebrows and narrow eyes, and his facial features are very regular and full, giving people a very righteous feeling.

"You are?" The man looked at Gu Fu and asked in doubt.

Gu Fu carefully stared at the man in front of him for a few times, the more he looked at it, the more familiar it became. It seemed that something in his memory was about to burst out, but he couldn't find the point to come out vigorously.

Gu Fu threw away the messy thoughts in his mind, bent over, and introduced himself politely:

"Hello, my name is Gu Fu, my master asked me to come and find you."

"Your master?" The man's eyes fell on Gu Fu calmly, this time he looked up and down several times, his eyes complicated, "What's your master's name?"

Gu Fu scratched the back of his neck, "Jiang Nan, Master said that there is her imperial dance troupe here."

It seemed that he was really that person's apprentice. The man had complicated emotions for a moment, and after a long time, he said: "Yes, we are her queen dance troupe, come in."

Gu Fu followed into this dance studio, only to realize that it was surprisingly big inside.

The surrounding mirror walls are smooth and smooth, with plaster trim and soundproof cotton treatment.

Going further inside, there are three stages with different styles.

The lights are gorgeous, but they are not dazzling, and there are even simulated fog and surging water on the table, which is very realistic.

This……

This is simply a paradise for choreographers and the cradle of dance troupes.

Gu Fu is not a novice choreographer, he has also seen many cool stages and dance studios in w choreography company.

But no one has ever been able to do this. Just walking in seems to make the soul resonate.

Is Jiang Nan's queen dance troupe actually here?

"Gu Fu, right? Wait here." The man stopped and pointed to the stool on the side, "I'll call the dance troupe over."

Gu Fu nodded, withdrew his eyes from looking around, sat down, "Okay."

Soon, the man went back and forth, followed by more than [-] people.

They are similar in stature and age.

There is a sense of neatness and neatness.

Most importantly, every face looks familiar.

Gu Fu pressed his temples, looked at each face one by one, a thread in his mind seemed to be pulled suddenly.

Gu Fu looked at the man who brought him in at the beginning, his eyes narrowed imperceptibly.

The tongue seemed to be tied, "Bu... Le?"

When Gu Fu spoke, his eyes didn't move at all, he just looked at Bu Le quietly, his stern face was stained with surprise.

One of Bu Le's eyebrows raised, "Yeah."

Gu Fu swallowed his saliva, and continued, "Qiao Xueming, Ji Zishi..."

Every time he said a name, Gu Fu's voice trembled a little more.

In the end, Gu Fu was already sitting on the stool just like the relief, his head was empty.

At this moment, he couldn't tell whether the scene in front of him was a dream or reality.

He finally remembered why he found these people familiar.

What the hell, these people are all members of Yang Xi's Queen's Dance Troupe!

However, how did Yang Xi's imperial dance troupe become Jiang Nan's imperial dance troupe?

Could it be... Jiang Nan's real identity is Yang Xi?

no... it's impossible...

Gu Fu was obviously still sitting on the stool, but he felt that his buttocks were very soft, as if he was stepping on a ball of cotton under his feet.

Couldn't speak for half a day.

His throat seemed to be blocked by something, and it took him a long time to make a sound with difficulty.

"Yangxi's real name...isn't Jiang Nan?"

"That's right!" Bu Le turned his eyes sideways, snapped his fingers, and looked at Gu Fu with light and indifferent eyes.

It seemed to be laughing at him for making a fuss.

Bu Le's hand tremblingly touched his face, and after touching it, he pinched it very hard.

It hurts.

It should not be a dream.

"So, my master is Yang Xi?" Gu Fu pursed his lips, trying his best to suppress the shock in his heart, but his chest still heaved slightly uncontrollably.

"Naturally." The corners of Bu Le's mouth curled up, "You're lucky, you're Yang Xi's first apprentice."

Qiao Xueming moved his body, walked up directly, and grabbed Gu Fu's shoulders, "Okay, since we know each other, we can save the introduction. Let's go, now I'll take you to see Yang Xi's choreography."

……

It took a whole afternoon for Gu Fu to come out of the dance studio.

When he came out, Gu Fu stood quietly at the door for several minutes.

The man looked up at the sky, then touched his fragile little heart.

Suddenly he grinned.

Yang Xi.

His master turned out to be Yang Xi? !

His master is Yang Xi, the strongest choreographer! ! !

***

w choreographer.

Everyone was surrounding Song He, their words were extremely flattering.

"Song He, I heard that you met Suo Wu today? How are you doing?"

"You're asking this question. If Song He is so good, Suo Wu must be satisfied. If you ask me, the most talented choreographer is Song He!"

……

Everyone likes to hear rainbow farts. Song He crossed his legs and listened to the compliments in his ears, and he was a little bit elated.

He patted his shoulder with his fingers, and immediately someone was busy pinching his shoulder.

Song He closed his eyes and curled the corners of his lips happily, "My master is naturally the most powerful! Today we have completed the apprenticeship ceremony! My master said that he will introduce me to other seniors in the circle in a few days."

As soon as the words came out, there was another burst of compliments.

The choreographer circle is, after all, a very niche circle.

It is very difficult for them to gain a firm foothold in the choreography circle.

But with a highly respected master, there is no doubt that there is a shortcut.

In terms of status, Suo Wu is second only to Yang Xi.

Yangxi has always been elusive, and has never taken in an apprentice.

Under such circumstances, it has almost become the dream of all choreographers to have Suo Wu as their teacher.

As for worshiping Yang Xi as a teacher, that can only be wishful thinking.

It doesn’t make much sense to repeat the words, Song He straightened up a little, and thought about it, “I heard that Song He also went to Jiang Nan’s dance troupe today, I don’t know what to do?”

Someone responded immediately, with obvious disdain in the tone, "Jiang Nan's dance troupe, isn't it a team composed of square dance aunts?"