After the divorce, Sheng Shao indulged in pampering

Kuang Lang winked at Sheng Yan, pretending to be joking:

"Young Master Fu's ex-wife is still a baby."

"He said he doesn't mind if I play with his ex-wife. Do you want to join us? Let's compare and see who gets the hook first?"

Sheng Yan sat down beside Kuang Lang, crossed his long legs, glanced at the wine glasses and bottles on the table, without raising his head.

"Not interested in."

Kuang Lang rolled his eyes: "Aren't you dying? A week ago I asked you to drink and pick up girls, and halfway through the drink, there was no sign of anyone, and you are so late today... Woooo...cough cough..."

In the middle of speaking, Sheng Yan suddenly picked up a glass of wine and poured it into Kuang Lang's mouth, choking the latter to cough.

"Late fine wine, you drink it for me."

After drinking a cup, Kuang Lang managed to catch his breath: "Sheng Yan, you..."

Sheng Yan picked up another glass of wine and handed it to his mouth: "There is no need to say more, it's all in the wine."

Kuang Lang was forced to raise his head to receive the wine: Gulululu...

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"Xiao Ran, no, I can't dance, let alone go on stage."

Behind the stage at the bar, Xia Qinghuan was wearing a red ancient style female attire, with a face of resistance.

Jiang Ran held on to Xia Qinghuan's hand tightly.

Since that incident more than three years ago, my friend has never been able to compete with others in the arena, and he has never even been on the stage.

"I know you have a psychological shadow, but you need money."

"Don't worry, I've already made inquiries. Mei Se wants to perform some novel performances recently."

"You don't need to dance, and you don't need to compete in martial arts. Just play two martial arts routines of performance nature."

She shook Xia Qinghuan's arm, and let out a long sound.

"I've already boasted to the person in charge, you can't let me break my promise, can you?"

Xia Qinghuan shook her goosebumps: "I'll go, can't I go? Don't be coquettish, pretentious, do you think you are soft and cute?"

Walking to the center of the stage, Xia Qinghuan's memory came back, and the overwhelming shadow fell on her, restraining her limbs.

Until the booing started, she saw Jiang Ran in the front row, cheering her on.

When I closed my eyes, the sorrowful sighs of the sick grandfather and grandmother, as well as the long list of hospitalizations, clearly appeared in my mind.

She raised her hand, opened her eyes suddenly, and her gaze was fixed.

The martial arts practiced since she was a child seems to have been ingrained in her bones. At this moment, she put aside all scruples and played a set of palm techniques smoothly.

Youlong Baguazhang.

Rotating left and right, the style is continuous, and as the ups and downs twist and turn, the eyes become more and more fierce.

The boos from below faded away, and the screams exploded.

Amidst the screams, a drunken sentence suddenly broke in from a corner of the bar.

"Young Master Fu, that...is your ex-wife on stage?"

Kuang Lang's drunken eyes were hazy, he licked the corners of his lips, and looked at Xia Qinghuan on the stage with a look of amazement.

They just came out of the box and were about to leave, when they heard the screams in the hall, they took a look.

Who would have thought that the person on the stage was actually Fu Xiujin's ex-wife?

Everyone was amazed and uncertain, and it was hard to conceal their astonishment.

They only met Xia Qinghuan once or twice, but they didn't know that the other party had this side.

The vermilion skirt is as red as fire, and the sleeves are flying, just like a chivalrous woman walking in an ink painting.

An angry horse in fresh clothes, with a fierce body and a rainbow-like aura.

Lin Duoer saw everyone's expressions in her eyes, her eyes were dim, and she grabbed Fu Xiujin's clothes.

"Qing Huan actually performed on stage in a place like a bar, and let a group of men watch. I don't know if she was forced."

"Shall we help her?"

After hearing this sentence, everyone looked strange.

Lin Duoer is simple-minded, maybe he doesn't know how to do it, but they have seen it a lot.

A large part of the women who can come to perform in a bar of Meise's level hold Jin Kaizi's mentality.

What is noble and glamorous is all pretense, and they are all cheap goods in their bones, trying to use their bodies to gain resources to climb up.

Fu Xiujin's brows immediately showed a look of distaste: "Help for what? She is the one who willingly degenerates, she dares to show off her fists and legs, and she asked for the trouble."

He vaguely heard about Xia Qinghuan's experience, but he didn't care, and never took it to heart, and didn't think that the other party had much attainment in martial arts.

At this moment, Sheng Yan came out from the crowd:

"Everyone clear the snow in front of the door, can you go? I have something to do, so let's go first."

Looking at Sheng Yan's leaving back, Kuang Lang frowned.

The next sentence of everyone sweeping the snow in front of the door is, don't care about the frost on others.

I always feel that there is something in Sheng Yan's words...

But Sheng Yan had nothing to do with Xia Qinghuan, maybe he was thinking too much.

He hurried to catch up: "I drank too much, you wait for me to come back together!"

The people left behind were also human beings, and they could also distinguish the meaning of Sheng Yan's words.

However, they also heard about the entanglements between Sheng Yan, Fu Xiujin and Lin Duoer.

Ever since returning from abroad, Sheng Yan has often argued with Fu Xiujin in secret, so there's no need for them to come up and remind them.

Then everyone said goodbye one after another and went back to their respective homes.

But Fu Xiujin stayed behind and glanced at Lin Duoer: "What's missing? You go first, I'll check the surveillance."

……

After several performances, Xia Qinghuan was sweating slightly.

After the end, she counted the money Jiang Ran gave her and raised her eyebrows: "One thousand?"

Jiang Ran was also happy for his friend: "Yes, originally it was [-]. The boss saw your performance well, so he gave you [-] more. I want to book your next performance and cooperate for a long time in the future."

Xia Qinghuan was short of money, so there was no one who disagreed, she was serious about it.

"Thank you, Xiaoran."

Thank you Jiang Ran for not giving up and encouraging her to get out of the shadows and take the first step.

In this world, no one can help her forever. Only when she is strong can she break through the predicament.

With the contact information of the person in charge, she separated from Jiang Ran at the entrance of the bar. Xia Qinghuan didn't take a few steps before she found a car following her.

She took out a fruit knife in her bag, and in a dimly lit place, she dodged behind a tree and walked around to the car door.

knock knock!

Knocked on the window twice.

"come out."

The car window fell, and a bright cinnabar mole came into Xia Qinghuan's eyes.

Sheng Yan's textured and unforgettable voice sounded.

"boarding."

After the farewell in the hospital, Xia Qinghuan had never seen Sheng Yan again, and she also blamed Sheng Yan's behavior in the hospital on a whim. Who knew that the other party would come looking for him today.

It's all because she was in a daze when she was drunk, but when she was sober, she would never provoke Sheng Yan.

Through the car window, Xia Qinghuan held the fruit knife with her right hand behind her back, and looked down at Sheng Yan from a high position.

"It was agreed a long time ago that what happened three days ago was just an accident. From now on, we will just treat each other as strangers and stop contacting each other."

She leaned on the car window with her arms bent, and cast a provocative glance at Sheng Yan.

"Could it be that... Young Master Sheng can't afford to play?"

With playful eyes, Sheng Yan took out a square-folded piece of paper from his pocket, unfolded it unhurriedly, and placed it in front of Xia Qinghuan.

"Before you talk about me, why don't you take a look at this first, who can't afford it?"

"Where did you get the identification report?"

Amazed, Xia Qinghuan's pupils dilated, and while speaking, subconsciously reached forward with his right hand, the fruit knife in his hand was caught off guard and stabbed straight at Sheng Yan's face.

Sheng Yan dodged to the side, and at the same time grabbed Xia Qinghuan's wrist and pinched the tip of the fruit knife.

"For a fake appraisal report, do you want to kill someone?"

She didn't know who was following her before, and she used it for self-defense, but she didn't have time to put it away when she saw Sheng Yan.

Xia Qinghuan pursed her lips and did not explain.

Sheng Yan took a deep look at Xia Qinghuan, took down the fruit knife, and said again: "Get in the car."