Drama masters ask so much [Quick Transmigration]

The light on the stage has only one color, and it falls on the red rose. The red cheongsam is different from the usual one. Today, the dark blue cheongsam and maroon vest set off the red rose that countless people covet.

Dark blue and bay red add strong colors to this captivating skin.

Wearing lace gloves, he held Li Mai's hand and stroked it gently. This action alone made the mouths of the people in the audience dry.

This song is not a slobbering song, let alone a gentle song, but a seductive song. The content of the lyrics is not subtle but extremely beautiful, like a straightforward love poem, every word Every sentence can be reconsidered.

Just like the true appearance of a red rose, it can also stand repeated consideration.

"Red rose!!!"

I don't know which kid from a rich family lost his temper and shouted in the audience.

Wen Cheng frowned, whoever ruined the atmosphere.

Just when he was unhappy, he saw Red Rose on the stage smiling. The laughter under the microphone was a little deep, but very sexy. Then he saw Red Rose raised her index finger to her lips.

Lace gloves were stuck between the red lips, and the collision of pure white and gorgeousness was picturesque.

Laughter and action can easily seduce people's hearts.

Indeed a fairy.

Wen Cheng's eyes darkened, and the clasped hands on the crossed legs tightened slightly: "Butler."

"I'm here." The butler bent slightly and waited for Wen Cheng's order.

"The red rose is mine tonight." Wen Cheng's gaze did not leave the people on the stage, the scorching gaze engulfed the depths, expressing his strong emotions without omission.

"Just tonight?" the butler asked again.

"Not only tonight." In Wen Cheng's field of vision, only this beautiful figure was left, swaying gently, plundering his emotions, and the gentle and lingering singing was sniping at his heart: "I want Everyday, he's mine."

--he's mine

This is the first time he has the urge to desire someone so much, it's just an unknown field for him, an emotion he has never been involved in, so when he feels his emotions fluctuate violently, he knows that he is getting more and more excited. Anthropomorphic.

When the database is enriched to a certain extent, he accepts more and more emotions, and the anthropomorphism of data is an inevitable trend, but he didn't expect it to be reflected in the red rose.

And it's so strong.

This kind of intensity is a kind of longing, just like a fish that has been short of water for a long time absorbs it crazily the moment it touches the water, and this is how he feels now.

Want to draw red roses like crazy.

Inhale the aroma of red roses.

The butler nodded knowingly: "Okay, I'll ask the manager about Red Rose's itinerary tonight."

Wen Cheng gave a faint 'hmm'.

If you listen carefully, you can hear that this simple syllable is already full of anticipation for tonight.

When Huo Xuechun sang, he felt a scorching stare on him all the time. He naturally knew that he was popular, and many people would watch him when he sang, but he had never felt such a strong gaze.

And he could clearly feel who was looking at him.

It was the man on the table in the middle of the audience, wearing glasses with gold rims, he was handsome and gentle, with a strong aura, he seemed very gentle at first glance, but the aura on his body seemed to make everyone be covered up by him. , as if the only customer left in the hall was this man.

He held Limai's hand tightly.

He knew who this man belonged to. He was Jiangcheng Wenjia, the most powerful family consortium in Jiangcheng. The wealth this man possessed was enough to be fearless in this troubled world.

In other words, if you get close to this man, you can protect him.

In such a troubled world, he has long since disbelieved in affection or not. If possible, taking what they need is what he can do now.He only has his own skin left to use, and he needs someone willing to take his skin and exchange him for the freedom he wants.

Because he wants to sing, wants to keep singing.

And Wencheng can give him such freedom.

So he wrote the first invitation letter to Wen Cheng, this is the first person he wrote to with the most sincerity, the seemingly gentle and practical words on it, I hope Wen Cheng can feel it.

Looking at Wen Cheng, he raised his hand and took off his veil.

He could hear the gasped and shocked voices of countless people in the audience, but he ignored them all. His eyes fell on the man sitting in the center, and he was telling Wen Cheng with his eyes that he was willing to take off his veil. Just for him.

Under the light, this exquisite and beautiful face is set against the dark blue cheongsam, and even under the gentle and lingering singing, people can't look away.

For some people, beauty is not only highly ornamental, but also a desire to conquer.Everyone has a desire to conquer deep in their hearts, let alone men in this era.

There are always overly beautiful things in troubled times, but many people can only estimate their food and clothing, and only a very small number of people can have the ability to spend money and spend money and find happiness in troubled times.

And these very few people just want to conquer the beautiful things born in troubled times, because it will satisfy them more than in peacetime.

This represents the power of power.

The existence of the red rose can be said to be a symbol of power on a certain level, because the red rose was born in a famous family. Although it has fallen, the indelible nobility still flows in the blood.Not to mention that Red Rose is so popular, everyone knows his existence, and he is still the dream lover of thousands of people. There has never been any news that anyone has told him a story, and until now he is a clean person.

It is such a person, so many powerful people can't get it, so the person who can get him must be very powerful.

After all, Red Rose is also a wild person.

Wen Cheng looked at the face under the veil, and at this second he seemed to understand what it means to be confused and infatuated. It turns out that some people really want to drown in such a confused and infatuated person just by looking at it, obviously without doing anything, But it seems that many indescribable things have been done in this person's beautiful eyes.

"mine."

His voice was swallowed by the volume of the singing, but he was just talking to himself, telling himself what such an emotion was called.

called possessiveness.

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Backstage of the dance hall——

"Manager, can Red Rose make an appointment tonight?"

"Manager, if I'm willing to invest in a dance hall, can I have a word with Red Rose?"

"Manager Manager—"

The backstage door manager and a few security guards were surrounded by a group of rich kids, and the manager was most frustrated every time he encountered such a thing. said in the contract.

After all, Red Rose is already so popular now, it is an honor for them to come back to sing in the dance hall, how can they let people go out.

"Misters and masters, I'm really sorry, Red Rose doesn't go out with people, if you really want to, write a letter, and I will send the gifts you gave to Red Rose one by one, and then please come back. "

Duanmu Xuanyu was standing not far away with a bouquet of flowers in his arms, frowning, obviously he didn't want to step into the ranks of those crazy rich kids, although he also liked red roses very much, he didn't lose his mind.

Then he should give the roses to the manager for forwarding.

"If it's a man's, you should wear it." Standing by the side, Shangguan Fengling leisurely fanned her feather fan.

"It's out of style." Duanmu Xuanyu shook his head: "I'd better let the manager deliver the gift for me."

Seeing Duanmu Xuanyu's frustrated appearance, Shangguan Fengling felt very refreshed: "Huh, I told you to be affectionate. What's the use of being affectionate now? It's because you've been rejected."

"Red Rose is a clean person, he must not like us being so crazy about him." Duanmu Xuanyu felt a lot better when he thought that Red Rose was still a clean person: "As expected of the person I like."

As soon as the words were finished, he caught a black figure walking into the dressing room from the corner of his eye. It was the manager who made way for himself and the security guards opened the way.

Extremely surprised.

Shangguan Fengling's expression was also a little ugly.

Ouyang Shangzhe on the side seized the opportunity and began to poke his heart out: "Look, this is power. Wen Cheng is indeed the boss of Jiangcheng, and he can enter as soon as he says it. Moreover, Red Rose has never let people in after the performance. Go in, and this time you will be convinced by the boss. Do you think it is really easy to use power and power?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he was beaten up by two friends.

dressing room—

Huo Shanchun hummed a cheerful little song to remove his makeup, and after removing his makeup, he saw a black figure in the mirror, and he took a closer look at it to be Wencheng.

"It's you?" He turned his head.

When Wen Cheng heard Hong Meigui talking to him for the first time, he couldn't describe the emotion he felt. This time, there was no established plot, and he didn't presuppose the future direction. Everything was unknown.

But it was the unknown that excited him.

He slowly walked towards the red rose: "I am Wencheng, what about you?"

There was tension in this sentence that he couldn't control. As a database that can fight against time, he would be nervous. If he said it to other systems, he might make fun of his boss.

Then he saw Red Rose turning her face away and laughing.

The face without makeup is brighter and more charming when it smiles than when it is lightly applied with makeup. If the red rose on the stage is an eye-catching existence, then the red rose in front of you now is an existence that makes people's heart beat.

It's a completely different feeling, but...

He is obsessed.

"Don't you know who I am?" Huo Shanol hadn't changed his cheongsam yet, he leaned against the side of the dressing table, put his hands aside and looked at the person, his eyes were smiling, but with a bit of meaning.

"Should I know who you are?" Wen Cheng walked in front of Hong Meigui, stretched out his hand to caress Hong Meigui's waist, and pressed the person into his arms with force, the distance between the two was drawn to the closest, and then he He bowed his head to Red Rose's ear and said with a low smile, "Or, do you want me to know who you are? Beautiful Mr. Red Rose."

The man's deep, hoarse but smiling voice was filled with an unbearable gentleness. Huo Hanol felt the warmth of the palm caressing his waist, and the almost heat transmitted from the cheongsam made him a little numb.

But that distance was what he wanted.

He wants to use his skin in exchange for the freedom he wants, and now it is obvious that Wen Cheng likes his skin, so why doesn't he continue to use it?

"I want you to know who I am." He looked sideways at Wen Cheng, who was close at hand, and smiled, "I also want to give you roses, and then sprinkle them on me."

There is a hook at the end of this sweet and greasy words, which makes people feel distracted.

Wen Cheng's eyes darkened: "Are you messing with me on purpose?"

Huo Xuechun felt the warm breath falling on his cheeks, he heard that Wen Cheng's tone seemed to be a little displeased with his initiative, and his smile deepened, he raised his hand to climb Wen Cheng's neck, and put his body close .

"Sir, don't you like it?"

The young man's body is very soft, and he felt it the moment he put it on, and this posture is really dangerous. He circled Hololin's waist to bring the person closer to him, and called out the nickname he wanted to call in a hoarse voice:

"What a goblin."

The moment the four eyes meet, the souls who seem to be in harmony understand that this fit is a hit, and the words can't say it, but the body can tell each other honestly.

want to.

Huo Xuechun felt the man's hot temperature, he tiptoed to Wen Cheng's ear and whispered: "I haven't changed my cheongsam yet, do you want to help me change it?"

A deliberate pause is a blatant seduction.

Wen Cheng said, "Are you afraid of pain?"

"afraid."

"Make you cry."

There are not many things in the dressing room, but the most bottles and cans.

The author has something to say: hee hee there is another update tonight! !Sting is not exciting! ! !