An Ziqing shook his head hard.
Go to the center of the dance floor.
There is a pipe there.
Following the music, she walked to the pipe step by step.
It seems that An Ziqing is a frequent visitor here.
When everyone saw her walking past, they gave up a path unconsciously.
Holding the steel-tube, An Ziqing's body revolved with the steel-tube, leaping forward, his legs were split-forked, half of his body rotated in mid-air and fell.
Steel-tube-dance, she can dance too!
She didn't really like dancing before.
But she found that Ling Chuan likes watching girls dance.
Every time there are activities in school and girls dance on stage, he watched them very enthusiastically.
Then she went to learn dance.
She also asked him: "Ling Chuan, what dance do you like!"
Ling Chuan was watching a variety show with her at that time. In the show, a female star was dancing steel-tube-dance, and he said casually: "Steel-tube-dance!"
An Ziqing doesn't like steel-pipe-dancing, and feels good-wave!
So she never went to school.
Later, he left Lingchuan.
She learns everything.
After breaking up, she became what he liked.
Steel-pipe-dance has been learned.
Thinking of it, the smile on An Ziqing's face is bitter.
A dance is over.
There was applause off the court.
An admirer of An Ziqing sent flowers up and wanted to hug her as soon as he came up.
An Ziqing was too late to push away.
She was staggered by others.
The dynamic DJ on the dance floor continues.
The man pulled An Ziqing directly to the lively dance floor.
Buckle her waist and let her stick to her arms.
His palms wrapped her hips fiercely, tightening them vigorously, as if they were punishing.
She danced such a gorgeous dance.
The public, has he approved! !
Thinking of her charming and charming look just now, his stomach was full of anger.
An Ziqing looked at the man in front of him, obviously eating-painful, but he laughed: "Ling Chuan... Why did I see you again! I finally got drunk... How can I still see you when I am drunk..."
Ling Chuan's whole body was startled, and when he lowered his head, he saw her voluntarily leaning into his arms.
Grab his chest-front clothes.
She chuckled: "Ling Chuan... Ling Chuan..."
She kept reading his name.
For a moment, he suddenly didn't seem to be angry at all.
Watching her leaning in her arms, dancing slowly to the music.
He pinched her waist, and slowly stepped on the dance steps, leading her.
An Ziqing's friends Jiajia and Lu Jing saw An Ziqing being pulled into the dance floor by a man to dance.
I thought I met a pervert.
After all, it's common in bars.
But once I saw that the wolf looks really good, I didn't care about it.
After all, not every time I meet such a handsome and unparalleled man.
"Ling Chuan, I'm not a traitor, I didn't steal anything..."
"I know." Hearing her subdued so softly, his heart softened unconsciously.
"Ling Chuan, I'm really sorry... Four years ago..." she muttered in his arms: "I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."
She has been apologizing.
Although it is noisy in the bar.
But she was in his arms, and he could hear her clearly.
There seemed to be feathers flicking in my heart.
He pinched her waist and tightened his hands again unconsciously.
An Zi exhaled in pain, and she said, "Ling Chuan, you do---it hurts me."
"Really? I think as long as you are in pain, I will be happy." He said calmly.
An Ziqing felt the sound in her ear, and suddenly reacted, widening her eyes, "Ling Chuan!" (End of this chapter)