Chapter 125: Stunning the Audience, Jiu Ye Arrives (Two in One)
"Who goes first?" she asked.
Tang Ruoyan: "Does it matter?"
"Of course," Jiang Fuyue raised an eyebrow, "I have different choices for different people."
Liu Bowen thought about it and suggested: "Why not follow the order in which the leopards were drawn?"
Jiang Fuyue had no objection.
"Okay," Tang Ruoyan curled her lips, but the smile didn't reach her eyes. "Then I won't be polite. Jiang, you choose, truth or dare?"
"A big adventure."
"Are you sure? Once you've made your choice, you can't change it. Do you want to reconsider?"
To be honest, Tang Ruoyan was shocked when she heard that she was going to choose the big adventure.
When facing someone with bad intentions who deliberately wants to embarrass you, isn't telling the truth the safest option?
Although the issue may be sensitive and embarrassing, it is better than actually doing it.
What if she asked Jiang Fuyue to pick someone on the spot and French kiss them for five minutes?
Or maybe she asked Jiang Fuyue to have a "big cup drinking ceremony" with someone?
Isn't this person afraid?
Or... did she have any tricks up her sleeve?
Or were these all just tricks, and she had actually already dug a trap for him to fall into?
Thinking of this, Tang Ruoyan felt a chill on the back of her neck.
Especially since Jiang Fuyue chose so easily, there must be something fishy!
But...is this opportunity, which I won with great difficulty, going to be wasted like this?
Besides, all the questions she had prepared before were truth or dare questions, and now there was a sudden dare, and Tang Ruoyan had no idea what to let Jiang Fuyue do.
She was a little anxious.
He hesitated for a moment, but his brain was working rapidly.
What should I ask her to do? A real French kiss? A big cupping?
No, no, wouldn't that be a perfect match for her with Zhong Ziang or Yi Ci?
These two are both so handsome and their families are rich, how could they let Jiang Fuyue get away with it for free?!
Suddenly, Tang Ruoyan's gaze paused and fell on the small stage opposite.
To be more precise, it is the vertical stainless steel pipe on the right side of the stage.
Got it!
"I won't ask for anything unreasonable, just go up and perform a pole dance for everyone."
Afraid that Jiang Fuyue would refuse by saying she couldn't dance, Tang Ruoyan didn't even give her a chance to speak. She added, "It doesn't matter if you can dance well or not. The key is to have the feeling of pole dancing, understand?"
What does pole dancing feel like?
To put it nicely, it’s called “sexy”; to put it bluntly, it’s called “flirting”!
Don't these people all regard Jiang Fuyue as a "goddess"? They call her "Sister Yue" all the time, with more respect than they would for a teacher.
Then she would let these people see what kind of person Jiang really is, a "goddess" or a "slut"!
As soon as these words were spoken, the whole audience gasped.
"Isn't this a bit too much?"
"Pole dancing? Is this possible?"
Tang Ruoyan folded her arms and chuckled, "Sister Yue has all the skills. What's a little pole dance? Maybe she can even do the African dance!"
"But...isn't pole dancing inappropriate for children?"
Tang Ruoyan: "Are you a child? Besides, you should appreciate this kind of dance with the right perspective. Who told you to pay attention to those explicit things?"
"cough!"
“Ahem!”
It would have been better if she didn't say anything, but she kept saying "this kind of dance" on the left and "explicit things" on the right. It seemed like she was speaking for Jiang Fuyue, but in fact she was deliberately leading everyone to think in an unhealthy way.
The people who were originally a little shy gradually showed anticipation.
Pole dancing!
I usually only see it online or on TV, but I have never seen real people dancing in person.
Although I feel embarrassed, I am very curious!
It’s not that they have any dirty thoughts, but they subconsciously regard Jiang Fuyue as omnipotent and never consider that there are things she can’t do or can’t do well.
Yes, that’s right, I believe it so mysteriously.
"Okay." Jiang Fuyue nodded.
Isn't it just pole dancing?
The other party was right, she also knew a little bit about the non-African dance.
That’s right, just “a little”, no more.
Yi Ci frowned, seeing through Tang Ruoyan's ulterior motives, and whispered to Jiang Fuyue: "Are you okay with this? Or let it go?"
Jiang Fuyue tilted her head, their eyes met, and she raised her eyebrows slightly: "Why, you don't trust me?"
"No... I'm just a little worried. You clearly know that she's deliberately making things difficult..."
"I know." Jiang Fuyue interrupted him and stood up.
Her legs were straight, long and slender. She stood in front of the coffee table. Almost everyone subconsciously looked up at her, including Tang Ruoyan.
Jiang Fuyue's gaze did not linger, she turned around and walked onto the stage, standing in the middle.
The stage is not big, but it is fully equipped. It not only has light strips and flashing lights that automatically change color with the music, but also speakers and microphones with perfect sound quality, and even a dry ice fog-making machine.
The AI center control system will create the best performance environment based on the performers' actions and changes in the music rhythm, combined with algorithmic big data, such as whether DJing is needed, when to adjust the lighting, whether to raise or lower the stage, etc.
This is also one of the main features of King luxury bags.
So, the moment Jiang Fuyue stood on the stage, the central control system started working and the lights dimmed in an instant.
From a distance, only a vague outline of a human figure can be seen.
But even so, she is still beautiful——
Her shoulders are straight and her neck is long, forming a perfect shoulder and neck line; her waist is slender, too thin to be held in one hand; her long legs are well-proportioned, and her calves are flat and firm without any excess.
Lin Yao subconsciously turned her head to look at Ling Xuan, only to see the young man staring intently at the stage, his pupils dark with a faint light flowing in them.
That's a sign that he's curious about new things.
Lin Yao had only seen it in his eyes when he first came into contact with stocks.
Now I saw it again, but it was to another girl...
Is it really that beautiful?
Lin Yao couldn't help but look at her critically, from head to toe, and then from toe to head, not missing any details.
During this period, he could not restrain his dislike for Jiang Fuyue.
But even so, after taking a closer look, one has to admit that in terms of figure alone, Jiang Fuyue is indeed impeccable.
This made Lin Yao suddenly feel depressed and at a loss as to what to do.
It seems that this person is really so perfect, not just hyped up, but it is the truth.
Then what advantages do I have?
She fell into a brief daze.
But soon, this negative emotion was dispelled.
Lin Yao lowered her head and straightened the slightly messy hem of her skirt. It was already wrinkled because it was pressed by her legs, but as she gently stroked it, the wrinkles became lighter, and as she stroked it again, the wrinkles disappeared.
The reason is very simple, because the material of this skirt is special and it is very hard to come by.
Maybe the styles are not as good as those sold at street stalls outside. Only when you wear them on yourself can you know which one is more comfortable.
Just like Jiang Fuyue and her: one is of humble status, cheap and lowly; the other is from a wealthy family and worth a fortune.
The former can certainly bring men temporary interest, but the latter is the final destination.
So, she is not in a hurry.
No matter how powerful Jiang Fuyue is, he has already lost from the beginning.
Tang Ruoyan was also observing Hang Haoran's reaction. Seeing that he was staring at the stage without moving his eyes, she was so angry that she grabbed his arm.
"Hiss—what are you doing?!"
"Is it beautiful?"
"It looks pretty good!" Hang Haoran was confused.
"Then how about putting your eyes on her and taking a closer look?!"
Hang Haoran: "My eyes aren't pieces of paper. How can I glue them on people? Are you crazy?"
Tang Ruoyan gritted her teeth: "Stop playing dumb!"
"Who's pretending? I don't think you need to pretend, you're really stupid. Look, it's all blue..."
“Serves you right!”
At this moment, soothing music sounded, the stage lights gradually brightened, and Jiang Fuyue was about to begin.
Suddenly, "Wait a minute——"
Tang Ruoyan stood up, anger still lingering on her face, "Shouldn't I be the one to choose the music?"
Hang Haoran frowned.
The others were not too happy either. It was about to start, but it came to a sudden halt at the last minute. It was so frustrating!
Yi Ci: "Don't go too far!" With this roar, the aura of a leader of a middle school immediately emerged.
Tang Ruoyan was so frightened that her legs went weak, but the hatred in her heart still prevailed. Although she didn't dare to challenge the school bully openly, she didn't give in either.
"Hang Haoran, does your girlfriend still care?" Yi Ci stood up, pressing his knuckles until they made a cracking sound. "If you don't care, then I will."
"Oh hoo! Brother Ci is so awesome!"
"Whether the earth turns or not, Brother Ci has the final say!"
"Don't say anything, it's just Brother Ci protecting his son."
"Baby? Who?"
"Are you blind? Who else could it be besides the person on the stage?"
“…”
"What do you want to do?" Tang Ruoyan swallowed hard, her legs trembling.
Yi Ci remained silent and was about to teach her a lesson. Seeing that she was serious, Hang Haoran could no longer sit still. "Brother Ci, please don't... We're all classmates, so let's talk it out. Yanyan..."
At this moment, Jiang Fuyue on the stage suddenly said, "Changing the song, huh? Okay."
Yi Ci was slightly stunned.
"Give her the tablet."
Zhong Ziang obediently handed the item over and then helped Yi Ci sit down. "What's the rush? Do you think Jiang Fuyue is stupid?"
Yi Ci waved away the hand on his shoulder, dusted it off, and said with disgust: "Just talk, don't touch me. Do you think I know you well?"
"……"Dry!
"What did you mean by that?"
Zhong Ziang also joined in: "If you have the guts, don't ask me. Figure it out on your own!"
Yi Ci sneered and moved away.
If you don’t want to ask, then don’t ask. Who do you think cares?
Zhong Ziang: “?” Quite hard!
Tang Ruoyan no longer had the extra brain to think about why Jiang Fuyue agreed. All she was thinking about was how to embarrass her!
Make a fool of yourself!
Suddenly, her fingers swiping the tablet paused, she smiled, and tapped lightly...
The prelude of "Lady Marmalade" sounded. This is one of the classic soundtracks for pole dancing. It has a fast pace, a strong sense of rhythm, and is passionate and exciting. Of course, it is also quite difficult.
Pole dancing beginners usually use medium-tempo music. The purpose is to practice the dance steps first. Only after the basic skills are solid can they try fast-paced music.
If you blindly pursue speed and pleasure, you will end up making a fool of yourself at best and getting hurt at worst.
If something really happens, it's no joke. After all, if you fall from a handstand or hanging position, you may injure your nerves and joints.
Tang Ruoyan chose this song not simply to "teach Jiang Fuyue a lesson", but to make her "never get up again after falling"!
Lin Yao's eyes flashed slightly, and she looked at Tang Ruoyan in surprise.
I didn't expect her to be so vicious...
But he didn't say anything to stop or remind him.
If Jiang Fuyue really fails in her jump, then...
Lin Yao pursed her lips as her eyes swept across Ling Xuan's face, which was trying hard to remain calm but still inevitably revealed a hint of anticipation.
Without saying a word.
The moment the music started, the stage lights became brighter, and Jiang Fuyue walked from the middle to the left side of the pole to the beat.
When the first "Hey Sister, Go Sister" sounded, she raised her right hand, tilted her head back, and curled her lips.
With this movement, the originally loose rubber band fell off completely, and the waterfall-like black hair spread out like thick ink into water.
The blower also started automatically at this time, and the strong wind blew up wildly, and the atmosphere changed instantly.
If the original Jiang Fu Yue was a clear cold pond, then at this moment she was a surging ocean.
The calm temperament has not changed, but it has become even more magnificent.
The distance between the body and the steel pipe is 20cm, almost parallel.
If someone who knows the business, for example, Lin Yao, they will find that this is an extremely professional distance and a very sophisticated opening.
"Soul Sister, Go Sister~"
In the second sentence, Jiang Fuyue began to walk around the pole. Although her steps seemed random, she actually stepped firmly on the beat.
On the third step, lift your right foot off the ground, lean your body, and follow with your left foot.
The circle continued and the direction was changed once, but the feet were always suspended in the air, as if walking on flat ground.
During this period, Jiang Fuyue relied entirely on the strength of his arms for support, but he looked calm and did not seem to be struggling at all.
This time, the whole audience was shocked.
"Holy crap! Sister Yue, is this professional?"
"Look at this familiar posture. If you said you had never learned it before, I would immediately twist your head off and tie it to your belt!"
“…” Uh! There’s no need to be so cruel.
"My God, is there anything she can't do?"
The same question arises in everyone's mind.
"My sister Yue is awesome! She's an all-rounder in decathlon... no... 100!"
"Am I the only one who thinks this is so beautiful, so cool, and so awesome?!"
"And me, thank you."
"Brother, you are not alone."
"It doesn't matter whether he's learned it or not, or whether he's good or not, as long as he's beautiful, that's all that matters!"
“I agree!”
"Oh my God, look—"
Everyone stared at it, and the next second, they couldn't help but hold their breath.
Jiang Fuyue stretched his right foot 45 degrees to the left front and raised it, hooked the popliteal fossa clockwise, pushed hard with his left foot and bent it due to inertia, brought the toes together, and opened his knees.
Push your hips forward, bend your waist backward to form a triangle, and rotate clockwise 3 times.
A perfect "main story" is completed!
He met Marmalade down in Old New Orleans
Then, touch the ground with the toe of your front right foot, straighten your left leg 90 degrees to the left, and swing it towards your right foot using inertia. Bring the toes of both feet together and land steadily.
Pole dancing consists of five steps in a circle.
After completing the forward turn, reverse turn, left-foot turn, knee-up turn, and straight-leg small turn in succession, everyone's voices were broken from shouting.
But it’s not over yet…
In the second step of the sixth circle, Jiang Fuyue rotated one circle, raised his right leg to hook the pole, pushed the ground with his left foot, sucked his leg in, leaned down, pressed his right waist muscle against the pole, and accelerated the rotation, making three circles clockwise.
Hang Haoran suddenly shouted excitedly: "I know this! It's called the Lying Fish Turn!"
Upon hearing this, Jiang Fuyue suddenly looked at him, and the next second, her red lips curled up slightly.
Doesn’t Tang Ruoyan want to “feel” something?
Okay, then she’ll give her the “feeling”!
Hang Haoran's head buzzed, and he suddenly raised his hands to cover his chest, as if he was shot by an invisible arrow, and gave up resistance immediately.
"Sister Yue will kill me a hundred times..."
Hou Siyuan hesitated and replied, "Who isn't?"
Liu Bowen swallowed his saliva and said, "We country bumpkins have learned a lot today."
Liu Fei suddenly approached Yi Ci and said, "Brother, honestly, if you hadn't fallen for Sister Yue first, I would have tried my best to get her!"
"Oh," Yi Ci sneered, "Wake up, stop dreaming. You won't be able to catch up even if you try your best in your next life."
"..." I suspect you are maliciously attacking your potential rival.
Zhong Ziang was also fascinated by the sight.
As a well-known and well-known playboy in the capital, he has been to nightclubs at least five hundred times, if not a thousand. He has seen pole dancing performances by people who are better than Jiang Fuyue.
But he had never experienced anything so dizzy and dry-mouthed as this.
Those pole dancers, whether they were wearing revealing clothes or showing off their skills, were not as shocking as Jiang Fuyue's performance in the most ordinary outfit and without any makeup.
She didn't even wear high heels, but her dance almost captivated him.
Bang——
A crisp sound.
Zhong Ziang looked up and saw that Ling Xuan, who was sitting opposite him, had knocked over his water cup at some point. The wall of the cup hit the table and rolled several times. He didn't react in time.
When the water splashed on him, he finally realized it and straightened the cup, but he didn't bother to wipe his sleeves with a tissue. He continued to look at the stage, afraid of missing something.
Zhong Ziang frowned.
Tang Ruoyan's reaction was completely different from everyone else's.
She was so angry at Jiang Fuyue's sudden "killing" that her eyes turned red, but she could do nothing about it.
She knew that the other party did it on purpose!
With so many people present, who else could she wink at? Why did she have to wink at Hang Haoran?
She was clearly provoking, demonstrating, and taking revenge!
But there was nothing I could do and I could only watch.
At this time, Tang Ruoyan realized that she had already lost from the moment she decided to let Jiang Fuyue perform pole dancing on stage.
A complete loss!
Lin Yao on the side didn't react at all. She looked at the stage with a calm look, but her hands under the table unconsciously tightened the hem of her skirt.
The wrinkles caused this time could not be smoothed out no matter how hard I tried.
Just like her heart twisted by jealousy, no matter how much she tried to relieve it, it would be difficult to return to peace.
The music continues——
(Voulez-vous coucher avec moi Ce soir? Voulez-vous coucher avec moi?)
On the final lap, Jiang Fuyue raised her left foot 45 degrees to the right and pushed off the ground with her right foot. Her arms formed a triangle with the pole. At this point, she had to distance herself from the pole, follow inertia, close her toes, open her legs, push her hips forward, and rotate three times clockwise.
With the last "Mocca chocolata ya ya", the lights suddenly dimmed and flashes appeared. Accompanied by the smoke created by the dry ice machine and the messy hair blown by the blower, Jiang Fuyue landed on the ground with a movement, ending the whole dance perfectly.
At that moment, the whole place was dead silent, and you could hear a pin drop.
Five seconds later, thunderous applause broke out and everyone woke up as if from a dream.
Because the applause did not come from the private room, but from all the customers in the hall downstairs outside the room!
It turned out that Tang Ruoyan turned on the "synchronous presentation" function while selecting the songs.
Once this function is turned on, the 4D giant screen in the lobby downstairs will synchronously project the scene of the stage in the luxury suite with high-definition picture quality.
In other words, all the guests downstairs saw this breathtaking pole dancing performance.
Thanks to the 4D giant screen, they can even see more clearly than the people in the private room.
More was also observed in the subtle details.
For example, Jiang Fuyue's arm strength is as steady as an old dog when she is on the backswing, her amazing flexibility when she is turning forward and backward, and the standardization and professionalism with which she completes each movement.
Especially when the blower blew, she stood on the pole with her black hair flying, the scene was so beautiful that it seemed like a god descending.
A combination of angel and devil, a perfect combination of simplicity and beauty.
"Oh my god! She's so beautiful!"
"Is she a professional pole dancer? She can actually perform five different turns in a row, and each one is so perfectly executed!"
"It takes at least seven or eight years of practice to achieve that, but she looks very young, just a little girl~"
"The biggest one... Enn, I guess she's the playful little girl who sneaked out without the adults' knowledge, because she looks so clean."
"Can I just say I envy her swan arms? Pole dancing requires a lot of arm strength, and it's easy to build muscle if you practice for a long time. Even my Botox injections haven't helped, but look at her, her arms are so thin and long, and her biceps aren't prominent at all. Another day of being overwhelmed by this young lady's beauty! Boom!"
"I thought I was the most beautiful white lotus in the nightclub, wearing a white dress, amidst all the chaos. But now... I'm sorry to bother you, I'm not worthy! Even without the white dress, I'm already more beautiful than a white lotus."
"White Lotus isn't appropriate."
"ha?"
"I think she is like moonlight, clear and cool, sad and cold. Even though I know I can't hold it, I still can't help but want to scoop it up. Yes, white moonlight."
“…”
The above discussion was heard by Xie Dingyuan, who rushed over but happened to encounter the giant screen projection and was forced to stop and watch the entire process.
The man stood under a wall where the light could not reach, his handsome face hidden in the darkness, and his neat black suit was out of tune with the surrounding lights, feasting and revelry.
But no one paid attention or even took a second look, because at that moment all the attention in the hall was on the girl dancing pole dance on the screen.
Some people shouted "Encore", some blew whistles frantically, some clapped until their hands were numb, and some even picked up the microphone and shouted heartbreakingly to the upstairs -
"Pretty sister, show your face!"
Then the microphone was taken away by another person——
"Miss, come and see me! I dance on the pole too, but not as well as you! You're truly, truly stunningly beautiful!"
Then another one—
"Goddess! I've written in blood that I'll dance again. Do you think I still have a chance?!"
"Oh my god! The nightclub version of Zhang Dongsheng?"
Xie Dingyuan couldn't help but frown when he heard these "ghosts crying and wolves howling".
What are they...doing?
There was no sarcasm or irony in his expression; there was a genuine blankness in the man's eyes.
At this time, a male waiter passed by with a tray in his hand. He saw Xie Dingyuan standing alone in the corner, completely shrouded in shadows, and did not take the initiative to talk to the people around him.
It felt like... they were clearly in the same place, but he was separated from everyone else.
It's quiet here, noisy over there.
He is in the mountains, and others are in the bustling city.
Very strange...
In line with the spirit of customer-first service, the waiter kindly stepped forward to ask.
"Sir, do you need me to take you to the booth?"
The man suddenly looked up at him. When he got closer, the waiter could see his outstanding appearance and was shocked.
What was even more bizarre was that he was actually wearing a suit, a complete suit, with his shirt buttoned all the way up, and a slightly protruding Adam's apple above it...
Like an elite who just finished a business meeting and was about to attend a dinner, but appeared in... a bar?
"Um...did you go the wrong way? The Hilton Hotel is next door."
In line with the good quality of asking questions when you don't understand something, Xie Dingyuan asked: "Why do you feel like I'm on the wrong path?"
"Uh..." The waiter scratched his head and looked him up and down. "You don't look like someone who would appear in our restaurant."
"Then what should I wear to look like one?"
The waiter turned to look at the dance floor, and suddenly pointed in one direction: "Here, that's him."
Xie Dingyuan went over and saw a young man... Let's call him a young man because he had dyed yellow hair. His age wasn't particularly obvious, but judging from the degree of skin aging and bone development/atrophy, he could be roughly judged to be between thirty and thirty-five.
He wore a long silver necklace as thick as his little finger, with a pendant in the middle shaped like a human skull (actually a skull, yes, Master Xie Jiu was really that rustic and didn't understand fashion).
The back of her black shorts looked like they would fall down to her heels at any second.
Xie Dingyuan finished reading it and looked at the waiter again: "?"
You actually lied to me, is this something a human should wear?
Waiter: “?” It’s so hard for me to face such a fashion insulator.
Finally, under Xie Dingyuan's death stare, "You must explain it to me today," the waiter searched for a while and finally locked onto the bar counter. "Look at that guy, his style is actually a bit similar to yours..."
Jiu Ye, who had never been to a nightclub and was in urgent need of remedial lessons, decided to trust him again.
I saw a man at the bar wearing suit pants, a white shirt, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. He looked quite serious.
only……
Xie Dingyuan's eyes fell on his open and slightly messy collar, and his messy purple hair with a strand of highlights. He couldn't help but frown, and a hint of disgust flashed across his eyes.
The next second, he looked away, unable to bear it any longer.
If he continued to watch, he was afraid that he would be unable to resist and order him to button it up.
"How is it?" the waiter asked. "Am I right? You two do have similar styles."
Xie Dingyuan suddenly became curious: "What style?"
"What a scoundrel!"
“…”
This was the second person who said these four words in front of him after Zhong Ziang.
Am I really that polite?
Uh... scum?
Mr. Xie Jiu, who had tried to understand the fashion of contemporary young people but ultimately failed, was not ready to waste any more of his precious time and went straight to the point: "Take me to the luxury bags upstairs."
"Huh?" The waiter looked strange.
"Any questions?"
"Of course there's a problem! Do you think you can go to Haobao whenever you want?"
Xie Dingyuan: “?”
The waiter sighed and advised earnestly, "I know you, like them, want to go upstairs to find that little fairy dancing on the pole, but look at how loud they're yelling. Has anyone actually gone up there?"
Xie Dingyuan came to arrest Zhong Ziang, and Zhong Ziang was with Jiang Fuyue's group. It seemed nothing wrong to say that he came to find Jiang Fuyue.
"I do want to find her." The man said seriously.
The waiter had an air of, "You see, I know," as if he saw through everything: "Brother, I'm not trying to throw cold water on you, but what is the most important thing for us as human beings?"
Xie Dingyuan pondered for a moment: "Cultivate oneself, manage the family, govern the country, and bring peace to the world."
waiter:"?"
This guy didn't go to the wrong bar, but to the wrong set, right?
Xie Dingyuan: "What do you think?"
"The most important thing for a person is to know himself! Ordinary people like us shouldn't dream of trying to get the meat of a swan."
"Goose meat?"
"Yeah, if you're going to find someone with a luxurious bag, they have to be interested in you. Although you're a little prettier than me, besides your face, do you have anything else to show for it? Money? Power? Car? House?"
The waiter spread his hands, and Soul asked, "Do you have any?"
Xie Dingyuan: "I have..."
"You're nothing! Let's not even think about that kind of beauty, ok? She might already be taken."
"Beautiful lady?" The man had a strange expression.
"What's with that tone of voice? Aren't I beautiful?"
A spinning and graceful figure unconsciously appeared in front of Xie Dingyuan's eyes. The long hair was like a waterfall, the skin was as white as snow, and the five fingers were grasping the cold stainless steel pipe, which made the eyebrows and eyes look even more cold and elegant.
He moved and turned over, raised his head and shoulders, raised his eyebrows and curled his lips. Every movement was like carrying a small hook, and wherever his eyes went, it seemed as if even the air was ignited.
Is this beautiful?
Xie Dingyuan shook his head: "Not dignified."
"Huh?" the waiter was surprised. "You're from the Qing Dynasty, right?"
"What's the meaning?"
"She's not showing anything, she's dressed neatly and properly, how come she's not modest? What's not modest about her?"
Xie Dingyuan: "Too small."
In his eyes, Jiang Fuyue was the same age as Zhong Ziang and had not yet graduated from high school, so he was just a child.
Why do you want to pole dance if you don’t study hard?
Not to mention the bad influence in such a place, those dangerous actions are not worth trying.
Besides, there are a bunch of... weird people downstairs who are as fierce as wolves and tigers.
"Too, too small?" The waiter's eyes suddenly looked subtle. "Brother, are you observing carefully enough?"
Xie Dingyuan: "?" Is it still necessary to observe age? It seems that it is necessary, such as the yellow-haired guy before.
So, under the other party's slightly playful gaze, Jiu Ye, who was not good at playing memes, nodded calmly and said, "I'm used to it."
Every observation step in the laboratory is much more difficult than this.
waiter:"!"
He looks like a decent person, but I didn't expect him to be so shameless?!
Xie Dingyuan asked again: "Take me upstairs."
Eight thousand words, updated in two chapters.
【1】
Jiu Ye (seriously): My “too small” is different from your “too small”.
Waiter (indifferent): ...Oh. (I don't trust you, old man!)
【2】
Sister Yue: Am I too young? Like your nephew? Okay, you're the elder, so go wherever you want.
Jiu Ye: It feels good to have a bald mouth, but it will be abandoned in the garbage dump.
I don’t know how beautiful my wife is. Thank you 99.
(Seeking monthly tickets for the small theater ~ Thank you sisters!)
(End of this chapter)
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