They turned their heads belatedly, and saw the man who had met in Huo's Manor sitting behind them, holding a little girl with a red face and smell of alcohol in his arms. I was concentrating on watching the show with them, and my demeanor was as luxurious and abstinent as ever.
The girls were dumbfounded: "Mr. Huo?!"
"You, when did you come?"
Thunder flashed in my mind.
All of them blushed from the shock, how bold and unrestrained they were just now, and how reserved they are now.
Rubbing his hands together, he stood aside like a little quail.
Huo Yunque raised his jaw, squinted his eyes, "Continue."
"Continue, continue?"
Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, feeling the powerful aura emanating from the man, which made them tremble even in their souls.
turn out to be…
Does Mr. Huo still have this habit
Tang Xinrou glanced at his friend who was huddled in Huo Yunque's arms and pretended to be dead, and secretly cursed that he was worthless. With weak legs, he ran out to smooth things over, and smiled embarrassingly: "Then, let's continue, you dance well!"
She gave those handsome little brothers a look.
Compared with those girls, the sense of oppression experienced by those young people is only a lot more.
Working here, they have seen countless great people. This is the first one, just give them a casual look, it seems light and weightless, but it makes them feel like they are carrying a heavy stone.
The dance was so enthusiastic just now, but now it is so stiff.
There is a provocative taste hidden in the passionate electronic sound.
Under the light, their skin is very white, their shirts have faded to the crook of their arms, and their jeans are stuck on their hip bones.
Another belt was even half undone—
Now, they are probably the most embarrassing ones.
Song Yaoyao wanted to dig a hole in the ground to get in, her eyes flickered with a sullen little face. Quietly raised the eyelids to look at Huo Yunque's expression, and found that the other party was really focused on watching those men dance—
Her strong possessive desire jumped out all of a sudden, and without any guilt, she suddenly covered Huo Yunque's eyes.
"Don't look! Don't!"
Her voice was milky and fierce, without any deterrent effect.
An indistinct emotion flashed across Huo Yunque's black eyes, he tore off Song Yaoyao's hand, and pulled it back.
His palm was huge, and he easily grabbed the girl's slender and fragile wrist and cut it behind her back, causing Song Yaoyao's chest to stand up, and she had to sit upright in the man's arms.
Except for the tempting music, the people around did not dare to take a breath.
The dance had changed a long time ago. Except for the man sitting in the middle of the sofa who seemed to be in his own home calmly, the others were tense and stood aside awkwardly, as if being checked by the teacher, and they were all as good as chicks. generally.
Shen Xun pursed her lips, and just about to walk over, Tang Xinrou gave her a sidelong glance, and abruptly stopped in her tracks.
Now Mr. Huo is obviously in a bad mood, and if Shen Xun is allowed to intervene at this time, the matter will not be so easy to handle.
"You can see, why can't I?"
Huo Yunque raised his eyebrows, and calmly leaned back on the sofa.
At the same time, Song Yaoyao raised her chin, "Watch together?"
Song Yaoyao couldn't avoid it, her little face was like a piece of pink jade, rosy in the white, like a ripe peach, exuding a sweet and juicy smell.
"I don't-"
She shook her little head and couldn't avoid it, almost crying.
"Brother, I don't want to watch!" Her voice was sticky, and her grievances were about to turn into substance.
"Oh? Because I'm here?"