Almighty heartthrob she's wild and sassy

"I understand." Fu Ling replied in a deep voice.

"By the way, boss."

"Say." On the stage again, Cheng Jialan was obviously in a good mood, and the ending sound was slightly raised, as mellow and clear as a bird's song, which caused her mood to turn around several times.

"Do you want to participate in next year's competition?"

"Of course." The woman's firm voice broke through the air, sharp but not sharp, so strong and resolute that it was shocking.

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"clatter."

"Put the photos away." Bei Mingluo threw the stack of photos at hand directly in front of Dong Heming's eyes, with very light movements, picked up the phone and left.

After leaving, Dong Heming's eyes dimmed slightly, looking at those photos with a heavy heart.

Oh shit.

This situation is getting more and more weird!

Lan Fuchuan even got involved!Everyone knows the role of the Lan family. With Lan Fuchuan's artifice and scheming, if he wants to instigate several families for his own use, isn't it just a bag?

When it comes to introducing, it is much more difficult than the Xu family!

Putting away the photos cursingly, Dong Heming wanted to cry but had no tears. He always felt that a fierce battle was over, and then the Shura field would come again.

Team Qin, the female devil VS the Chu family, the Lan family, who wins the battle depends on who is more ruthless and faster!

It seems that the fierce battle will start soon, perhaps after the Lan family takes over?

The leaves fall in the autumn wind, and it is difficult to hide the bleak state. The tires run over the ground heavily, and the leaves make a burst of crushing noise.

"Squeak--"

The autumn leaves that have been blown by the wind lose their moisture and become dry. When they are lightly pressed, they crack in an instant.

"Mr. Qin, the master and the eldest lady are inside."

"You...be careful." Uncle Liu stepped forward bravely, and it was a coincidence that he saw the man get off the car just as he was about to turn around and leave.

Nodding his head lightly, there was no extra emotion in Bei Mingyu's eyes. The long windbreaker was wide and neatly cut. As the movements were lifted, every step carried a suffocating wind.

The natural aura makes people dare not look directly at it.

Excessively unruly and cold, it seems that evil spirits are everywhere.

"Sir, please go to the study and wait." The little maid on the side quickly winked at the man who was strolling, her appearance was cute and funny.

As a little sad reminder to become an eyeliner under Cheng Jialan's intimidation, the maid sighed several times, she accepted a terrible job!

"Ah."

Stepping up the stairs, he knocked on the door but got no response, Bei Minghao frowned slightly.

"The master is watching the eldest lady walk the stage, you wait for now." She can't be blamed for making her own decisions, but the eldest lady has never thought of restraining her feelings, and the master firmly disagrees with this matter, at this time If the master and Mr. Qin meet frequently, it will be a disaster?

However---

"lead the way."

Little maid: "..."

After talking with Fu Ling, Cheng Jialan returned to the training room, impatient to put on the high heels, with burning thoughts right in front of her eyes, she couldn't be calm at all.

Just now, Cheng Wangxi originally wanted to go to the company, but unexpectedly she turned back halfway, and was reluctant to leave for a while.

No matter how long Cheng Jialan had left the show, Cheng Wangxi hadn't been able to see her walking down the stage with a bright smile.

As long as half a century.

At that time, he didn't come to the scene to witness the grand occasion, and he didn't regret it at all, because at that time he felt that...

Calam has a long way to go.

As an uncle, he has the ability to accompany her all the time, it doesn't matter if he misses once, but then the gear of bad luck will directly crush his sister and brother-in-law.

Everyone thought that the Cheng family was defeated, a family without a person in power, even if the empty shell was dazzling, it was actually not like a fish in a pot.

There is no other way out than to move forward in an extremely dangerous and desperate situation, because taking a step back—

It is the abyss of unpredictability, once it falls, there will be no bones left.

The danger in the deep pool is enough to swallow up human sobriety and rationality, even Cheng Wangxi survived back then as if walking on the line of life and death, let alone the underage Cheng Jialan.

On the catwalk, Cheng Jialan picked up the high heels with her fingers, and after lightly jumping onto the stage, she still couldn't restrain the longing that had been buried years ago.

Breaking through the ground, there is no possibility of being suppressed.

"Tat Tat Tat." Outside, Cheng Wangxi stared at Cheng Jialan, his mood fluctuated, and his chest was a little dull.

At some point, a man stood beside him.

"Why are you?" He looked at Bei Minghao, his tone not polite.

"Come and see her." The latter said lightly.

Hearing the sound, Cheng Wangxi was at a loss for words, and he didn't know what to say. Neither of these two people was easy to talk about. Jia Lan knew that this man must also be a character who doesn't like oil and salt!

"Look, yes."

"Just stand here and don't go in."

"Master, it's time for you to go to the company. Didn't you say you're busy recently?" Uncle Liu was so dizzy that he immediately opened his mouth to break the imminent confrontation.

"No, just drop everything." Cheng Wangxi replied lightly.

The two men, one old and one young, had an aura that was incompatible with each other, making everyone secretly startled. This scene must have only the eldest lady capable of controlling the scene.

"Thank you, turn on the stereo and let her choose the soundtrack." Bei Minghao turned around and ordered.

After returning from the imperial capital, Cheng Jialan put on the hearing aid again. After all, Cheng Wangxi still cannot know.

"Use light music, the sound must be low." Cheng Wangxi took the words and said.

According to Lan Fuchuan's point of view, Jialan's right ear surgery can be put on the schedule within a month at most, and he is not unimpressed.

The stubborn stone hanging in his heart finally had hope, and Cheng Wangxi was in a complicated mood.

Excitement, anticipation and fear.

"Wait a minute, first ask her how her right ear is doing?" Cheng Wangxi's tone was hurried, and the anxiety between his brows did not seem to be fake.

Looking at it, Bei Mingluo lowered his eyes.

"Papa papa!" The special effect lights on the stage were turned on, and the white skirt was flying, and the high heels of only 5 cm were pierced by the woman's excellent height, showing a different momentum.

Every time the scissor legs are unfolded, the range is almost perfect.

But since she hadn't been on stage for many years, Cheng Jialan struggled to walk, and the length of nearly 60 meters made her unexpectedly nervous.

This year, she had to force herself to pick up the feeling she once had.

The skirt is held by the hand, and the upper arm swings along with the forearm. The white skirt made of spun gauze is extremely light, and after being penetrated by the red light instantly, it looks like a butterfly's wings.

Carrying the wind step by step, the moment the toe steps on the table, it is like a steel nail, without shaking, let alone hesitation.

The next step is bold, even if there is a stranger, but a woman can get the situation back on track as quickly as possible.

The experience is still there, and the ability to react on the spot has never been discarded.

The only thing left was a slightly stiff feeling.

Under the brilliance, the tall and straight back vaguely revealed the crazy lines.

The beauty from the rhythm and the wild beauty in the domineering typhoon collide with each other, splashing fire in the woman's body, and the collision between the contrasts can unexpectedly coexist harmoniously.

Very wild, very emotional, but also unattainable.

Back then, No. [-] became famous for her powerful and domineering typhoon and steady and neat steps. Although she was young, how could she hide her brilliance?

a while.

"Papa papa." Two rounds of applause sounded one after the other, Cheng Jialan suddenly looked back, and immediately fell into the deep eyes of the man.

The music was still playing, Uncle Liu wanted to step forward and turn it off, but—

"Shhh." Bei Mingluo raised his fingers and put them on his lips. The soft voice between his lips and teeth was fatally seductive, and Uncle Liu subconsciously stopped.

Perhaps the fanatical infatuation in the man's eyes was too presumptuous, making many maids' ears red.

Who wouldn't want to be coveted and fascinated by such a man to death?

The eyes are stubborn but full of piety, there seems to be a flash of light in the eyes, which is amazingly bright, and the white awn in the center of the pupil is too dazzling.

"Does it look good, Ah Li?" Cheng Jialan raised the corners of her lips, like a white peacock eagerly waiting for the master's praise, which could not help but be caressed.

"It looks good." The man's steady voice chased the air into his ears, and the woman smiled so beautifully.

At the same moment, under the stage, Bei Mingyu was tall and strong, and standing beside Cheng Wangxi felt too much presence. Due to the lighting problem and Cheng Wangxi's intentional avoidance of Cheng Jialan's sight, Cheng Jialan did not see him .

"Lanlan, go again."

"Just show me, I like it." The man's voice was too rough and deep.

The pure desire and thought soaked every word, and the string engraved with reason broke completely the moment Cheng Jialan opened his mouth. Bei Mingyu didn't know how many times his Adam's apple rolled unconsciously.

those eyes---

It is the best potent sex medicine to trigger hormones.

It is infinitely indulgent, infinitely intoxicated.