Dyed

There were not a few people who participated, the lights in the ballroom changed and the stage effect was excellent.

Bunches of magnesium lamps passed over the head, pulling away people's souls hidden under the flesh.

Ming Chengyou's beautiful peach blossom eyes are narrowed, and he leans on the sofa calmly and calmly like a king. This is his kingdom, the place where he competes to be king, and even if others do their best to avoid it, they can only be reduced to the palm of his hand. of prey.

Kuangzi never played this game. In his words, he knew how much he was.

But the female partner he brought today was an award-winning young dancer in the International Dance Competition. Seeing that Kuang Zi voluntarily withdrew, she was naturally happy to be a judge beside her.

Fu Randuan sat beside Ming Chengyou, the disparity in strength could be seen to the end at a glance, and many of them were amateurs, Ming Chengyou was like her, there was no competition sitting next to him, and he got up and brought the winner only after the winner was confirmed. He raised his female companion's hand, "You have a rest."

The woman's face was flushed, and she squeezed between Fu Ran and Ming Chengyou, "Third Young Master, I heard that you dance well, so you have to take me with you later."

Ming Chengyou smiled and said nothing, and patted the back of the opponent's hand with his palm, playing ambiguously with ease.

The winning man walked towards Fu Ran after joking with others. His voice was mellow, and his rare appearance was also top-notch. "What kind of dance are you good at?"

Ming Chengyou didn't look back, but Fu Ran had already caught a glimpse of the smile on the corner of his mouth. She raised her head to meet the man's expectant eyes, "I'm sorry, I can't dance."

The man showed surprise unabashedly, but after a while, he said with a deep smile, "Sister-in-law, you are really humble."

"I seem to be younger than you." Fu Ran didn't like this title, and didn't give him face verbally.

The man frowned and smiled, picked up the wine glass on the table and took a sip. He couldn't hear the gunpowder in Fu Ran's words, "Anyway, I have to dance to the occasion. I'm so old, but I haven't taken off my clothes in public before."

Fu Ran stared at the wine glass in the man's hand in a daze, Ming Zheng knew she could dance, and he pushed the situation into such an embarrassing situation with one word, why did he think she could win Ming Chengyou?

After resting for about half an hour, Ming Chengyou and his girlfriend got up and walked into the ballroom. Fu Ran is not a hypocritical master, he just danced. Change clothes."

"I'll take you to the locker room."

There are many kinds of dance skirts inside, and there are all kinds of sizes.

After Fu Ran changed her clothes, she walked out of the dressing room. She was standing with her back to the wall, and the whistle and passionate music in the ballroom could not be heard. There was a black shadow passing over her head. She looked back and saw the man leaning on the door frame beside her. superior.

"You don't like this place, do you?"

Fu Ran has a strong defense against strangers, she looked down at the golden dancing shoes on her feet, and did not answer.

"Actually, I don't like it either." The man took out the cigarette case, and the lighter was already in his mouth. He glanced at Fu Ran, and finally put it away.

"But there is no way. If you want to rely on others for food, you have to change your ways to please them. So what if you dislike them. You can't get the rich food and clothing you need by pretending to be noble."

Fu Ran raised her head and looked at the man. He was not very old, he was only about 28 years old, his eyes were cold and determined, but he wanted to hold Ming Chengyou with those people, Fu Ran couldn't tell how he felt in his heart.

Look, Sanshao Ming came from a prominent background, and at such a young age, he could even sound like a sister-in-law when she followed her out.

Fu Ran heard the applause coming from inside, it was time to end listening to the music, "Let's go."

Ming Chengyou still wore the same suit when he came here, and he was the only one who could put it away freely without changing his dance clothes. Kuang Zi and others had already celebrated there in advance, and the surrounding women were fascinated by it.

Fu Ran chose a dance skirt with slanted shoulders. The orange color is bright and eye-catching, which is the best color to match the lighting. Ming Chengyou looked around, and it really looked like that.

He took his seat in a leisurely manner, took the wine glass handed over by the female companion next to him, and after the song was over, there were fine beads of sweat on his temples, making the man's edges and corners more distinct.

He stared at Fu Ran's exposed back when he turned around and squinted slightly. She really dared to show it. If she can't dance, just be obedient and submissive. Could he really let her take off her clothes in public?

A slender hand stretched out from the side, and just now he embraced his dancing female partner to wipe his sweat grandly.

Ming Chengyou waved her hand away, "Go."

Fu Ran chose Cha Cha, which has a cheerful melody, but pays attention to the tightness of dance steps and arm movements.

When she slid out and walked together, Ming Chengyou's action of putting the wine glass back on the coffee table was suspended in midair, and the originally noisy dance hall became silent.

Fu Ran's dancing posture is very tense. When she turns around, the tassels dotted around the orange dance skirt are flying. She has a good figure for dancing, and her two white and tight legs are naturally close together. very strong.

The male companion next to her was amazed at her performance, her enchanting and graceful figure was as graceful as the softest water snake.

Ming Chengyou even doubted whether her waist would be broken due to twisting. He remembered the words Fu Ran said repeatedly: I can't dance.

There was a sneer on his lips, she even kept things like dancing from him.

The female companion who was with Kuangzi said half-jokingly, "Third Young Master, you are in danger."

Kuang Zi also interrupted to laugh, "Want to see San Shao's beautiful body? It's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"

Ming Chengyou didn't speak, but just pursed his lips tightly. He saw Fu Ran's sexy and enchanting posture blooming in other people's arms.

Seeing a pair of eyes showing the same astonishment as his, when the dance ended, Fu Ran charmingly turned around, but the male partner who cooperated well in the first half made a mistake and loosened her hand too quickly.

Fu Ran swayed slightly, but luckily she controlled it well, Ming Chengyou couldn't help but look at her lap, "Don't jump."

The man's mellow voice suddenly broke into the dance floor of Yingyan's voice. His words were neither soft nor heavy, but they were enough for everyone to hear.

The male partner's outstretched hand is hesitating, but the woman in the middle of the dance floor is like a proud and isolated white swan, her eyes are tightly closed, and she doesn't even touch the dancing partner next to her.

The Cha Cha dance with simple steps suddenly changed with the music. Ming Chengyou saw her dancing more and more, he knew what Fu Ran was thinking.

People who don't understand will naturally not be able to see that her foot must have sprained from that tiny mistake just now.

Ming Chengyou picked up the wine glass on the table and threw it on the dance floor. No one knew what happened, and the splashed glass scattered in all directions.

Only then did Fu Ran stop, his voice was cold and sarcasm, "Who are you jumping with all your might to see, and you just hope to win me so much, and let me stand here naked?"

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, even Kuang Zi didn't dare to interrupt.

Ming Chengyou got up and strode around the low mahogany coffee table, and rushed to Fu Ran's side in two or three steps. He just held her waist with his palm, but she pushed it away with all her strength.

Fu Ran didn't bother to change clothes, brushed shoulders with Ming Chengyou and walked out like a trot.