Master Fu’s full-level cutie fights fiercely

The music sounded, lingering and lingering.

Yin Hang held Mu Xing's left hand, put his other hand on her waist, put her broken hand on his arm, and asked in a low voice: "Waltz, can you?"

Mu Xing nodded, "I know a little bit."

The master taught her many things, and dancing was one of them. She originally didn't want to learn it. After all, dancing was not as fun as going to the mountains to fight wild beasts, so she couldn't resist the master using strawberries to seduce her.

She was tempted and agreed, but when she practiced hard and learned various dance styles, when she went to her master to fulfill her promise, what she got was a painting of a strawberry!

She was so angry that she chased her master over half of the mountain, but when she recalled it, she still missed her master a little.

Yin Hang had already started dancing, and while Mu Xing was thinking, he missed a beat and almost fell down.

The guests who were waiting to see her make a fool of themselves immediately smiled mockingly. Just wait, there must be something even more embarrassing!

Lan Xuan stood among the guests, her face full of ridicule. She couldn't wait to see this little bitch, who was overestimating her abilities, lose face in front of everyone and be disliked by Ah Xiao.

Mu Xing, who was in the center of the dance floor, had quickly adjusted her dance steps, keeping up with Yin Hang's rhythm with every step. Not only did she make no mistakes, her dance posture was even more graceful.

The white dress is flying on the dance floor, like a white butterfly, agile and free.

All the guests were shocked. Is this vulgar? Is this called a place of elegance?

Lan Xuan couldn't believe it. This little bitch didn't look very smart, but she could actually dance? And he dances so well!

Yin Hang looked at the elf-like girl in front of him and thought that this girl was too modest. Her dancing posture was not inferior to that of a professional dancer.

And he could feel her ease, which was obviously not her real strength, so he deliberately speeded up the dance. He wanted to see the real strength of this girl.

Mu Xing followed up easily, her long black hair turning and drawing a wonderful arc in the air. Her skirt was fluttering like a white rose in full bloom on the brightly lit dance floor.

It's fascinating, but it also has an unattainable holiness.

Mu Xing shines alone, so beautiful that she even overshadows Yin Hang's style. Everyone is deeply attracted by her dancing, and their eyes follow her.

Chen Yi looked at the girl dancing on the dance floor with a hint of surprise in his eyes, "Old Fu, I made a mistake last time. You didn't find a treasure, you dug up a treasure."

However, before he finished speaking, the man with a gloomy face had already walked towards the dance floor. When Mu Xing turned slightly and was about to fall into Yin Hang's arms, he stretched out his long arms, hugged her slender waist, and lifted her to his shoulder. Go up and carry it.

The man was full of anger, and under the shocked eyes of everyone, he just carried the person and left the banquet hall in a hurry.

The whole place was silent except for the unfinished music.

Yin Hang raised his hands in the air, feeling embarrassed but also unfinished.

It's rare to meet someone who can be so compatible with him in dance. It's a pity that he left before the dance was finished.

Fu Lingxiao carried Mu Xing to the presidential suite on the top floor. With a bang, he slammed the door, carried her into the bathroom, put her in the shower room, and pulled off her clothes.

Mu Xing struggled, his face full of confusion: "Uncle, what are you doing!"

Fu Lingxiao had a cold face, pursed his thin lips and said nothing. He took off her clothes in three or five times, turned on the shower and poured water on her head and body.

Mu Xing wiped some water from her face, then covered her chest and turned sideways. The feeling of being naked made her shy and aggrieved, so she lowered her head and stopped talking.

Fu Lingxiao couldn't care about her emotions now, he was about to explode!

Facing the girl's graceful body, there was no trace of desire in her eyes.

This little guy actually agreed to another man's invitation in front of him!

When he saw that bullshit dance king put his hand on her waist, he couldn't control his temper. If Shen Yi hadn't stopped him, he would have had that hand disabled on the spot!

He really couldn't help it when he heard someone say that she was compatible with that bullshit dance king.

With a fart!

The man looked like a lion with explosive hair, exuding a dangerous aura.

Mu Xing also felt that he was angry at this moment, and glanced at the man. No matter what, he first admitted his mistake and then said: "Uncle, I was wrong. Don't be angry."

Fu Lingxiao ignored her. The little thing smelled of other men, and he didn't like it very much!

"Uncle..."

Mu Xing carefully stretched out a hand, took his big hand hanging on one side, shook it gently, and looked at him with a pair of innocent deer eyes, "Just pay attention to me."

This hand was held by that bullshit dance king!

Fu Lingxiao broke away from her hand and lifted her thin lips coldly, "Wash it clean before touching me."

Mu Xing: "...I am not clean anywhere..."

"everywhere!"

Fu Lingxiao dumped her, rinsed her body several times, and washed her twice with shower gel. He took the bath towel with his big hands, wrapped her up, carried her back to the room, and threw her on the King size bed.

The girl looked like a frightened deer, with a touch of pink on her fair face, misty eyes, and long wet hair spread out on the white quilt. Under the bath towel, her slender and straight legs were as white as jade under the light.

Her skin is as good as snow, and her black hair is messy. No matter how you look at her, she is breathtakingly beautiful.

Fu Lingxiao's sexy Adam's apple rolled. The next second, his tall body pressed forward, and all the anger in his chest turned into a raging kiss.

It was as if he was going to tear her bones apart.

Mu Xing's face turned red from the kiss, her fingers helplessly grabbed the man's shirt, and she moaned as softly as a kitten.

The man finally removed his thin lips, and just as she took a breath, she suddenly felt a burning sensation in her heart.

"Well……"

Her hands held the head buried in her chest, and her slender fingertips kneaded into his black hair...

The sweet fragrance in his breath caused Fu Lingxiao's sanity to gradually collapse. The second before he completely lost control, he suddenly raised his head, his chest heaved violently, and his breath was heavy.

He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes. He waited until he calmed down a little before he dared to look down.

The girl below her has blurred eyes, and her beautiful little face is full of amorous feelings, as if she has spread out a delicate oil painting that has been dyed. Her slightly raised eyes, delicate red lips, thick ink and heavy colors, are full of enchantment.

What a leprechaun!

Fu Lingxiao's breathing became heavy again, and he tried his best to control it so that he would not be seduced by her again.

When Mu Xing calmed down, he raised his hand to hold her small chin, narrowed his cold eyes and said, "Little one, let's settle the score."

"Oh."

Mu Xing responded aggrievedly. She didn't know where she made her uncle angry again.

Fu Lingxiao's deep eyes stared into hers and asked: "Why do you want to dance with him? Huh?"