I, ET, mixed entertainment circle

Die, die!

Who would have thought that a half-old scumbag could cast such a gaze? !Zhao Qingyuan clutched his nose, blushed instantly, his heart beat [-] yards, and he always felt that the next moment his nose would spurt out surging blood.

What kind of monster is this!

The moment he opened his eyes, all eyes were firmly attracted by his deep and blurred eyes. The dark brown eyes seemed to be the turbulent whirlpool in the raging sea. He knew it was extremely dangerous, but he was powerless and unable to resist. He was dragged and drowned by it. In the end, people simply have no time to take care of everything else.

The female voice of the soundtrack was gasping. Uncle Yang squinted his eyes halfway, raised his chin suddenly, and let out a hoarse cry—it’s not appropriate to call it a cry. His voice was like the murmur of a spring night, the roar of a beast, the sound of life. The trembling and agitation at the beginning, intertwined with sweat, biting each other, blended deeply, deeply.

Zhao Qingyuan's eyes were almost straightened, staring at Yang Qibei a bit haggard, his gloomy and befuddled face was dull, even though this was an uncle who could only be considered passable, even though his figure was a little out of shape... Facing The monstrous man could hear his breath, except for the idea of ​​giving his life, Zhao Qingyuan's mind was blank.

There was a lot of hissing and gasping in the audience, and everyone's eyes were straightened, not just the group performers, but also all the staff and old directors, regardless of gender, young or old.

No one applauded, the person with dozens of pairs of eyes who just stared at the stage and couldn't see his face clearly, but made such, such a hard voice, so, is that a middle-aged man?oh!Who cares, who even notices? !

Yang Qibei gently twisted his body under the tulle, his joints twisted and trembled weirdly, especially his lower body, which looked more like a fish with a gorgeous big tail than a human.

Leaning on the steel pipe, he slid with fine steps, swaying out the rippling waves, like the thick seaweed like the thick hair of a witch, waiting quietly on the bottom of the sea, waiting to drag down, entangle, and tighten the confused prey , until the prey suffocated to death, and quietly became his nutrient.

He took Zhao Qingyuan's hand, murmured, and spun vigorously, dragging the young man who was stunned until his nose bleeds.

The hoarse voice was panting out of tune in the ear, and the light shone on the tulle, dense like mist, revealing the lustful, undulating whiteness of the evildoer's waist.

"Lust", "seduction", "greed", "appetite"... mixed together, flooding towards the young dancers like a tide.

Although I can't understand what he is singing, I can fully understand the invitation from the soul: Come... be happy...①

Zhao Qingyuan stumbled and was dragged by him, his breathing gradually became heavy, his eyes were bloodshot, and his eye sockets began to turn red.

Following Dayang's non-violent swaying "dance steps", he began to slowly stretch his body, and instinctively danced the dance that was deeply imprinted in his mind to the music.

The young and healthy body, the wheat-colored skin that is wet and oily because of sweat, and the cheap and rotten colorful lights illuminate the dim stage, giving it a soft light that makes people want to lick it, as if A ferret under the moonlight, its smooth fur undulates slowly with the pace of hunting.

Yang Qibei's "singing voice" has a strange tone, like strong wine seeping into dry branches and leaves, like green smoke curling around decadent flowers, making people unable to break free, irresistible, sliding into the abyss of the devil.

He retreated slowly and disappeared into the darkness of the stage, leaving only the hoarse ending mixed with the panting of the female voice in the background music, one after another, hitting the human heart, agitating the blood of men and women toward Limbs and bones rushed away, and the bones were eaten away.

The moment he exited the lighting range, the people in the audience were like a group of disturbed beasts, their minds finally cleared up a little bit, and a few clever extras stared at a pair of red eyes, shouting at the stage desperately, drooling flowed down.

Led by the "emotional wave" released by Yang Qibei, Zhao Qingyuan found his own "feeling". He caressed the long steel pipe, and his beautiful eyes with heavy eyeliner swept across the stage, like a urn of fine wine Flowing out, Tao Taoran, with the taste of ecstasy.

He is not dancing, but is hungering and thirsty with the person in his fantasy. Sweat slowly flows down his beautiful body, wetting one place after another with his dance steps, drawing puddles of deep water on the ground. His slightly plump sexy lips were gently bitten, his arms stretched lazily, holding his last black T-shaped...

The music stopped.

"Why don't you take it off... Cough, cough, cough!" Huang Han's bull's eyes were almost protruding, his fists were clenched tightly, his head was soaked in sweat, and he blurted out anxiously. Finally, at the last moment, he remembered where he was.

After a while, Director Chou finally came back to his senses, coughed dryly, and realized that his throat was smoldering from the age.

"Hey, you two think..."

He turned around and wanted to ask the two male protagonists for their opinions. He saw two big lobsters with their legs tightly crossed, bending over and laughing, with flushed faces.

snort!young people.

Lao Qiu glanced at the two of them, and glanced sadly at his Panasonic Microsoft, alas!Age is not forgiving!

He turned his head and asked Lao Du, the photographer next to him, "Did you take a picture?"

Although it is not an official start, most of the cameras will be turned on during rehearsals. Anyway, it is the digital age now, and there is no need for film. Occasionally, interesting shots can be taken as sideshow clips or something.

Lao Du, who has always been taciturn, sighed softly and nodded, tugged at his sweaty blouse, and had a rare conversation: "I saw him swaggering in and out of the set before, with only beautiful eyes in his eyes, I really don't know this... Teacher Yang, and this hand, it is really... rare, powerful, powerful!"

These old guys are different from young people, their physical desires are not so strong, and they are far enough away from the stage, so their attention is not completely led by Dayang, and they are unconsciously drawn to Zhao Qingyuan.

Such an image of a middle-aged man who can sing while dancing does not make people feel abrupt or hot-eyed at all. Instead, it is like watching a wizard's sacrificial dance, and the most secret, primitive instinct and desire in his heart are drawn out.

Can play people's hearts in the palm of your hand, quietly hide yourself from everyone, and direct everyone's attraction to the young dancer. Soft, knelt down and shouted: "Monster!"

At the entrance of the studio, in a dark corner, Ah Qi took the warm towel from the staff flatteringly, and handed it to Boss Yu with some embarrassment: "Do you need me to wipe... wipe your sweat?"

"No, I'll do it myself." Yu Qinghuan whispered, took the towel weakly, raised her head, and gently covered her face, after a while, she suddenly asked in a muffled voice: "What is he singing about? Have you... ever heard of it?"

"No, I haven't heard of it. Who knows what kind of mess he sings, he's old and his voice is ugly..."

Ah Qi whispered, Yu Qinghuan let out a long breath, took off the towel and looked at him with a smile, silencing his vague words of anger.

"Let Mitte check it out for me. What is the source of this 'witch song' chant... Where did he learn it from?"

He moved his legs lightly, trying not to care about the strange but not annoying feeling between his legs, his mood was not as calm as it appeared on the surface.

When a healthy man reaches puberty, he will naturally overflow with energy and grow into an adult.

However, this broken body accompanied him through his youth, but never made him experience youth.Even though he couldn't see the figures on the stage clearly, just watching Yang Qibei's dancing posture swaying to the mysterious tune and listening to his hoarse whispers, he caught off guard and felt a bit of belated youth.

On a whim, I wanted to deepen the emotional investment of the partner, so I came to visit the class specially, and it seemed very lucky to arrive at a wonderful moment.

The music and singing stopped at some point, Yu Qinghuan got rid of the superficial but precious desire, and immediately looked back and ordered: "Go to Director Qiu, cut the part just now, and use a 'shocking' title , and let it breed an infection online — you know that.”

"Of course, BOSS." He Ruan smiled, good subordinates must learn to ignore the embarrassment of the boss, and transfer to the boss's great achievements without any trace, "Viral, your starting skills of Willbe, the number one social networking site in the United States. Is the first round of publicity preheating starting now? Then I will need to increase the publicity fee by 30% and adjust the relevant plan. Are you sure?"

"You can't judge a book by its cover. ②" Yu Qinghuan chuckled, "He deserves it."

This "old man" always makes him think that he has a deep enough estimate and understanding of him, but then smashes his cognition, which makes him amazed and amazed.

Maybe, should it be another "surprise"?

He shook his head slightly and pressed the steering button of the wheelchair.

"President Yu, haven't you seen Director Qiu and the actors?" The staff asked behind him in astonishment.

"No. Greet Director Qiu for me and say that I am very satisfied with this cooperation, he has done a great job."

Yu Qinghuan let the wheelchair drive out without looking back. The breeze was blowing on his face, and the heat gradually disappeared, making him feel even more sticky and uncomfortable.

It seems that he should judge a certain master, and himself, differently.And, damn it... the sweat on his body made him feel like he was covered in bristles, and he couldn't bear it for a moment.

The big benefactor quietly appeared, watched a "heavy" stripping pole dance performance, and then left without a sound. Except for the reception staff, no one noticed at all.

Afterwards, when Lao Qiu learned about this, he regretted missing the good opportunity to get [-] million from the pocket of the benefactor.

But at that time, he only remembered to catch Yang Qibei and ask the bottom line: Where did he learn it?A song or a song, whatever it is, what's going on?How can it make people stunned?Can this song be used in a movie?Why?It doesn't seem to work, it's too much, and it's too overwhelming, the gang of halazi in the audience are all over the place...

"Can he pass this dance?" Yang Qibei took Zhao Qingyuan, who was exhausted after the dance and almost collapsed, to Lao Qiu and asked face to face.

"Pass it!" Lao Qiu glared at him, and comforted the young man who couldn't remember his name for a while, not very sincerely, "Little... young man is not bad, he has a bright future, just dance hard like this, and strive for a pass. "

"Yes, yes! Okay, director, thank you, thank you, director..."

Zhao Qingyuan's tears were about to fall, and he spoke incoherently.

It's really, it's really not easy, and it has to be... He quietly raised his head and looked at Yang Dasha who had regained his expressionless face beside him, oh!No, Dayang, I have to thank him sincerely.