dance dance let me up

!

My goodness!

Worth it!

Even if she is allowed to fly back now, it's worth it!

What a wonderful moment! !

Sheng Yao has been staring at Du Ye's hand since he appeared.

Du Ye teased Xiao Lanyue with his injured hand, and the Band-Aid on his palm also attracted Xiao Lanyue's attention.

As soon as the little baby made a move, he grabbed Du Ye's palm, touched and picked the band-aid with his fingers.

Lan Qing asked: "What's wrong?"

Sheng Yao complained: "In order to grab tickets, he did one-handed spinning, the ground of the square is too rough."

"Injured?" Lan Qing asked hastily, "Yueyue, my brother's hand is bleeding and it hurts."

Xiao Lanyue was startled when she heard this, and timidly withdrew her hand.

Du Ye said to her: "It doesn't hurt anymore, it's okay, you can play."

Little Lanyue didn't dare to touch it again. After thinking about it, she puffed her cheeks and blew on Du Ye's palm. When she was in pain, her father would blow like this, and the pain would fly away.

A gentle breeze blew through the palm of his hand, Du Ye's eyes were soft, and there was a slight pain in his heart.

It's still too late.

There must be time.

"Du Ye, let's go." Deng Xiaodan reminded Du Ye.

Du Ye came back to his senses and said, "I'm going in."

Sheng Yao also nodded: "I'll go in first too, Teacher Lan goes in early, so I can get a good seat."

Lan Qing smiled and said: "Let's talk about it, the music is loud, I'm afraid Yueyue won't want to stay."

Sheng Yao left with Du Ye and Deng Xiaodan. Lan Qing held the child and watched them leave. When she turned her gaze, she saw Zhou Jiaqi standing beside her and looking at her.

Lan Qing smiled and said, "Hurry up and get a good seat."

Zhou Jiaqi turned around to leave, but stopped again: "Mr. Lan, I'll help you hold the baby. You can rest for a while."

Lan Qing shook her head and said, "Except for Du Ye, no one outside can take him away."

Zhou Jiaqi was surprised: "Why?"

Lan Qing didn't answer.

He didn't know either.

There were already screams and noises in the airport.

Lan Qing didn't want to miss this excitement, so she hurried over with the child in her arms.

Zhou Jiaqi carried her luggage and followed behind.

The flash mob location chosen by the program group is at the visa gate of A17.

There is no visa work here within four hours, there is still a large open space, and there is a corridor on the second floor, when the corridor is full of people, it is very suitable for shooting.

Of course, this filming also had contact with the airport in advance, and the airport police came forward to maintain order and pulled out a cordon.

After all, the program needs to be recorded, and there are so many public judges, it is impossible to achieve a truly down-to-earth "flash mob".

More tourists who came late could only be stopped outside the cordon.

In this performance without Du Ye and the others, he rushed to the place with ease, bent down and sneaked under the cordon, found other people, and sat down on the ground.

Sit back and wait for the show to start.

In a short while, the boom has been installed.

There is also a cameraman carrying a camera to the second floor.

Drones are not allowed to fly in the airport hall, so there are many people responsible for high-altitude shooting.

There are also some photographers who are always responsible for shooting the audience, men and women, adults and children, and some foreigners who come to China for travel and work, all of which are included in the shots.

"Passengers, please pay attention. China Southern Airlines flight SC256 bound for Shenzhen is now boarding. Passengers on this flight are requested to board the plane at gate 22."

An airport-specific broadcast sounded overhead, accompanied by that unique melody, echoing overhead.

Du Ye looked at the sky above his head, stared at the lights above the airport, and came back to his senses for a long time.

The captains finally played and the order of appearance was drawn.

The surrounding audience became restless.

The young man was screaming Sheng Yao's name.

The slightly older passengers recognized Quanyang.

Even Nie Yunping and Zhou Feiran, who became popular after the show aired, had fans shouting their names.

The atmosphere in the ear bursts up, and there are screams that seem to pierce the sky.

Finally, the lottery ended, and it was Sheng Yao's team that got the No. 1 machine.

Du Ye raised his eyebrows, feeling a little pity.

He was quite looking forward to Sheng Yao's new show, and he could think of the picture in his mind, it should be a high-scoring show.

It would be better if it was a little later.

Knowing that he was unlucky, Sheng Yao hurriedly gathered the players together to cheer him up. He heard Sheng Yao say: "It's okay, we also have the first-mover advantage. If we dance well enough and leave more charm, when they play , still thinking about our show, we won."

Sheng Yao patted everyone, encouraging them.

Even Jiang Ting was patted on the shoulder by him without discrimination.

About to go on stage, Sheng Yao Wuxia paid attention to the others and concentrated on the next performance.

His eyes gradually became sharper, his eyebrows frowned in a serious arc, then he took his white suit from the assistant's hand and put it on with his backhand.

The suit was wrapped around the body without buttons.

From the cuffs to the elbows, it reveals a valuable men's watch.

The dress was cut very tightly, wrapping around Sheng Yao's figure, with wide shoulders and narrow hips, and the sexyness of a male gentleman rushed to his face.

Sheng Yao straightened his clothes and stood at the back of the line.

In front of him are all the members of his team, wearing blue gentleman suits of the same style as him.

Even Jiang Ting dressed up in men's clothing, wearing a blue suit and standing in the middle of the line.

Everyone put their feet shoulder-width apart and put their hands on their stomachs, forming a 232 formation.

At this point the music started.

A gentle female voice said: "Mr. Sheng, I am your personal flight steward. The plane has arrived in Haishi, and your car has been waiting at the gate for a long time. I wish you a happy work."

The voice fell.

The sound of the plane taking off came from the ear.

For a while, no one could distinguish whether it was the sound from the stereo, or there was really a plane heading into the blue sky.

Immediately afterwards, the saxophone blues was blown, with a bit of extravagant Tao Taoran, rolling up the Lisao of the night, and slowly blowing out a long and elongated sound.

At the same time, there are footsteps "tapping".

At the same time, the blue-clothed players in front danced to the music, and then suddenly moved their hands to the middle, and leaned back, revealing an empty space.

Sheng Yao appeared in the crowd like stars holding the moon.

He pursed his lips and smiled faintly.

Then, he narrowed his eyes and raised his eyebrows.

The sound of the piano suddenly sounded, and the music suddenly became cheerful.

All people danced to the music, and Sheng Yao stepped out of the crowd.

He is in the C position, where the spotlight is, turning sideways at 45 degrees, revealing his most perfect side profile.

Step on the ground with one foot and raise the heel of the other foot.

Touch the watch on your wrist.

Slowly swaying to the music.

Then the hand wearing the watch was raised, and the slender index finger touched his lower lip lightly, sliding from left to right, and the tip of his tongue licked his lips lightly along with his fingers.

next second.

He shook his wrists and pulled the hem of the suit behind him, exposing his entire waist and hips.

The saxophone blew melodiously, followed by the drums.

The waist and hips pushed out along with the music, forming a frightening circle, completely erupting the male hormones, and swaying in a rippling posture.

For a time, the style is boundless.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Not only the crowd screamed, but even the public judges softened half of their bodies in an instant.

Sheng Yao jumped and scratched his head, unscrupulously showing the sexual attraction of men.

Playing hair, stroking Adam's apple, stroking lips.

The body swayed with the music, the waist and hips twisted exaggeratedly, turning into a god of desire, luring men and women to fall.

He is handsome.

He is rich.

He only needs to wave, and there are countless people kneeling under his suit pants, waiting for his choice.

But he didn't stop, and kept dancing this sexy and saturated dance, seducing a certain person.

There were hooks hidden in his eyes, and he stared at one place without the slightest wavering.

His unrestrained appearance seemed to exist only for that one person.

Flauntingly showing off one's abilities, showing off one's own charm, luring that person to oneself, making that person obsessed only with oneself, and then being swallowed by him in one gulp.

There was a fire hidden in his heart, turning into a war god of desire, wanting to ignite that person, conquer him thoroughly, make him cry, gasp, and scream.

Baby, don't run away.

That's it, dance with me.

I can take you up to bliss.

Own the whole world.

Baby, come into my arms.

Just like that, it dazzles you.

Your soft body clings to me.

I entrust you to heaven.

Baby, come and love me.

Just like that, burn with me.

I am the flame of desire.

Lingering with you to the end of time.

The dance full of tension caused the scene to scream.

Even the man couldn't help shrinking his shoulders, his expression out of control.

A man who can dance is already sexy enough, not to mention a handsome man.

Sure enough, Sheng Yao turned into a ball of flames, igniting the audience.

A girl who was facing Sheng Yao suddenly lost her foot and passed out in her boyfriend's arms.

The boyfriend stared dumbfounded at the big star on the stage who was crazily releasing hormones. He gritted his teeth, picked up his girlfriend neatly and ran away.

Damn!Simply monstrous!

More women were attracted by Sheng Yao's dance, holding their blushing faces, their hearts were rippling like waves, sweeping their minds.

In that devastating impact, someone was so excited that he cried.

The public review is already going crazy.

Du Ye has already danced the same type of dance once.

During the battle for the [Twelve Thrones], that dance had already made them so excited that their throats broke.

However, now that this dance is danced by Sheng Yao who has completely lost his youthfulness, finally everyone realizes why almost all of Sheng Yao's fans are girlfriend fans.

This person already has a strong sexual attraction, but now when he no longer suppresses it and tries to seduce him unscrupulously, the impact is so strong that it is against the sky.

It seems that everyone has returned to the time when they were seventeen or eighteen years old, when they met their first love and their hearts were throbbing.

Heart beats for him.

Turn your eyes for him.

I can't wait to sacrifice myself, even if it is the sweat that gathers on the tip of his chin, I am willing.

this dance.

So sexy.

It seemed as if the most secret desire in everyone's heart had been dug out, and the heart was pulled into strips, twisted so that it couldn't see the shape, sending out an impulse similar to soreness and pain.

Hate had no choice but to rush forward.

Zhou Jiaqi couldn't take her eyes off, and the corners of her opened mouth were drooling faintly.

When she came back to her senses, she took a sharp breath.

Guilty glanced around, then tightly closed his mouth.

After a while, he lost control of his expression again.

Lan Qing had already left with the child in her arms.

He participated in the choreography of this dance, and he felt sick a long time ago.

What's more, his daughter is still young.

Mother Du covered her mouth and couldn't help blushing.

Seeing her expression, Du's father glared at Sheng Yao angrily.

Mama Du explained: "This is also a kind of dance, a fusion of modern dance and jazz dance. You need to know how to appreciate art."

Father Du, who can only roll steel: "..."

Deng Xiaodan had already folded his arms, and kept shrinking back, his face twisted and hideous.

But every time Sheng Yao jumped to the sexiest point, he would let out a scream.

"It exploded, it exploded." He muttered repeatedly, "It's too explosive!"

People are more popular than people, how can the same Wusheng team dance so sexy, it will almost turn into love, and it will drill into your bones arrogantly and unreasonably.

You are fluffy all over, and goosebumps are rushing back.

The man looked dumbfounded, maybe a little nauseous.

The woman screamed when she saw it, she must be crazy with excitement.

Sheng Yao is so handsome, his hormones are much stronger than others, not to mention he is dancing so recklessly now.

With perfect arrangement and such good looks, who can stand it?

Deng Xiaodan couldn't take it anymore: "This matter about Team Sheng is cheating, right? Du Ye?"

Du Ye was expressionless.

Except for the sad chief director who was teased by Sheng Yao for a long time, Du Ye's expression should be the calmest one on the scene.

He is completely intoxicated in a state of appreciation now.

This dance is sexier than I remember.

It was the same place in the previous life, almost dancing, but there were some small changes in the details, especially the swing of the waist and hips, which was much more coquettish than in memory.

And probably because of the clearer understanding of feelings, he danced very openly this time, and his performance is not very clear from behind, but only looking at the swaying arc of his body, it is very loose.

A relaxed dance looks better, but Du Ye dances very loosely.

At this time, Sheng Yao should only be able to do the idol dance, but today's dance does have a bit of flavor, in terms of technique alone, the level is good.

It was as smooth as silk, flowing from hands and hearts, touching everyone's nerves, and giving birth to layers of goosebumps.

So burning!

So good at twisting!

The atmosphere of the audience was ignited by Sheng Yao, the screams continued, and the women shouted out their throats, so excited that they lacked oxygen.

The 2-minute dance is very fast, the choreography is too smooth, the dance is so beautiful, it is comfortable.

Time passes in the blink of an eye.

When the team members in blue suits made way for an aisle and made a gesture of "please, sir", the dance had come to an end.

Sheng Yao turned around and walked back along the passage.

Just in time, he bumped into Du Ye who was looking up at him eagerly.

Eyes intertwined, Sheng Yao turned his head instantly, grabbed the collar and flung it back, exposing half of his shoulders, tightly wrapped by the collar, revealing the pink shirt.

He shook his shoulders and licked his upper lip with the tip of his tongue.

With his eyes, he teased Du Ye directly.

Du Ye stared at Sheng Yao dumbfounded, unable to tell if this was part of the dance itself, or Sheng Yao improvised.

In short, at this moment, a wave of heat rushed to his face.

Du Ye blushed.

The author has something to say: This chapter pays homage to a dance that made me have several dreams recently.

This is the penultimate episode of hip-hop, the semi-final, Li Chunlin's "tonight".

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Today's Sheng Yao is treated as the protagonist, and a big chapter is dedicated to him.

Sheng Yao: Are there any extra points for me today?