for prostitution

In the end, the sound of drums interrupted the uproar, bringing more noise like a tide.

They got up together and walked towards the high platform.Of course, there are lone rangers, such as the one next to her, who went straight out in a hurry.The person who also smiled and declined to invite her, was supported by Xiao Zhi, and fell behind the crowd.

Even if you avoid it deliberately, why is it still the most conspicuous one in the crowd?

This conspicuous feeling is only for Fu Xiao.

But she didn't know it herself, so she could only hate that man's viciousness.It is not the hatred of eating flesh and blood, but the hatred of not knowing whom to hate.

The road has come to an end, but she still hasn't looked back.Fu Xiao randomly found a seat in the back row and sat down, she didn't care about it at all, ignoring the disappointing words that still came up.Wouldn't it be best to just laugh at myself and be strangers?

Before I could think more, the scholar on stage had already written a sour praise.

Who will judge the flower list?

The left and right are all familiar faces from the past few years, famously uninhibited talents, most of them are romantic, and they just ask for a word.Nowadays, we also cherish flowers and appreciate flowers, not herbs, but beautiful women like flowers.Therefore, there is also the support of the officials, and it is tacitly understood everywhere, as long as it is not a secret that is clearly discussed above.Courtesy reciprocity, gift flowers friendship.Every year, whoever can pick the Kuihua can still be proud of it and invite others to share it. Only three parts of the beauty are shared, and the rest is kept by itself, or generously donated as a gift, which is also a good talk.

Unexpectedly, this year, the magistrate actually came in person.

He still looks gentle, and the sleeves of his blue shirt are also a bit of a jade tree.It's quite different from the first impression, I thought he was just a gentleman of aristocratic family, but he turned out to be quite courageous, and his temperament was definitely not rigid and pedantic.

The old man was upstairs in the club, looking at this side quietly.After a while, I looked at Fu Xiao.

With a smile, his eyebrows and eyes are smiling, as if the green forest is in full bloom.

Fu Xiao was startled, but also smiled back.It seems that getting drunk that night didn't make him forget Fu Xiao, and even remembered it more deeply.

The flower show on stage has already begun.

Fu Xiao looked back to the stage.

The one who came up first was a woman in purple with a beautiful face, but there is no woman here who is not beautiful.Fushen said: "Shanghua, Nu Jinlian Courtyard, I have the honor to record flowers today, and I have caught everyone's eyes. I thank you in advance, and I hope you don't dislike it. That's a shame."

After speaking, the sleeves were stretched out, and the music behind the scenes immediately played and danced lightly.

Those who are dressed in gorgeous clothes are really full of flowers, flying to send horizontal waves, dancing sleeves and turning around.

Some women have gritted their teeth secretly.

The ensuing open and secret fights became more and more intense, you danced and I played the piano, you wrote poems and I painted, even if you sharpen your head, you have to squeeze to the first page of the roster.

Fu Xiao felt sleepy after watching it, she didn't sleep well last night.

It wasn't until another woman appeared on the stage that she suddenly opened her eyes wide.

It's Liuwan.

As the saying goes, someone puts a pen, ink, paper and inkstone.Liu Wan glanced down the stage, her gaze stayed for a moment without any trace, and she smiled secretly, looking forward to the expression of that person after finishing the work.

Sketching lightly, copying it according to the appearance in memory, but just annoyed.

After a while, I put down my pen and said with a smile, "Okay."

He stroked the edge of the paper in his hand with a paperweight, the ink was still wet, it was fresh time, walked to the side of the stage, and showed it to everyone, hundreds of people saw it together.

It was a painting of a woman, with a woman's angry expression, half a smile but not a smile, resentment but not anger.

"I don't dare to be called ugly, because the people who paint the slaves really can't say that, if they say it is the fault of the slaves, the paintings are not good, and they can't get two points. It's true." As Liu Wan said, she winked and said affectionately, "So please don't get tired of being a slave."

Acquaintances recognize it at a glance, and those who don't know each other follow Liu Wan's eyes and fixate on Fu Xiao.

It's more than two points, and the words are not expressive, they are simply copied from others, especially the angry expression, which only makes people feel that they should coax her in the next moment, lest she leave in shame.

Looking at the paper again, next to the painting, there is also a song of prolonging the year.

Ning doesn't know that the country and the city are beautiful, no matter how rare a beautiful woman is.

This is the first time in the history of the flower show.Every flower competes for beauty, you die and live, has there ever been such a "sisterly love"?

Fu Xiao's face was already red to the limit, even the color of his hands turned into a light pink, spreading all over his body.If it wasn't for the fact that her face couldn't continue to blush, her whole body would have turned into the thickest rouge.

Liu Wan's foreword is true.

"My sister is joking." Fu Xiao groaned as lightly as a mosquito, and it was not clear whether Gu Liuwan could hear her or not.

Not looking at Liuwan's reaction, she lowered her head and covered her sleeves, and it took some time before she pressed down.When he felt that his body was not so hot, he took off his sleeves, raised his head slightly, and looked at the stage.