Chapter 122

Cheng Ran's calm and calm face is completely red. Feng moye is dressed in a suit and shoes, which fits inexplicably with her skirt.

Feng moye blinks at Cheng ran. His eyes are gentle and make people drown.

Cheng ran slowly put his hand in his palm. Feng moye stepped forward, hugged Cheng Ran's waist intimately and pinched it like a prank. Cheng ran was the most ticklish. When he touched her, she was trembling all over. But when so many people looked at her on the stage, she couldn't perform very clearly.

Feng moye tilted his head slightly and pressed her forward. The distance between the two people was close. Cheng ran could even smell the crisp smell of tobacco mixed with him. He didn't feel any disgust. On the contrary, he still felt a surprisingly good smell.

His voice was low and magnetic, as if he could bewitch people, whispered in her ear.

"Take it easy, wife. There's a husband."

Cheng Ran's body is stiff. She has never been in such close contact with anyone. What's more, Feng moye's hot palm is still attached to her waist. She is very uncomfortable.

She hung her head down and put a little force on her palm to push him away.

"Can you stop being so close to me?"

Can't you see she's nervous?

Feng moye's lips aroused a meaningful smile: "we dance a duet. If we don't stick so close, it's a fight."

"I'm too hot for you." For the first time, Cheng ran was so timid that she didn't dare to look up at a person's eyes. Her eyes drooped slightly. I don't know when two or three buttons were untied at the collar of the man's shirt, revealing the perfect clavicle.

Cheng ran subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Feng moye can clearly feel the girl's shallow and slightly hot breath at the clavicle. As soon as it falls on his skin, the girl's waist is very soft and wants to rub it into his arms.

His throat rolled up and down, the temperature of his body kept rising, and his eyes were deep.

Cheng Ran's mind is still thinking about how to push away the seal. When Mo ye, the man said something ambiguous in her ear.

"Wife, it seems that I don't want to wait more and more. I want you when I go back tonight, okay?"

If his lips did not touch her ruddy earlobe, he suddenly laughed and said in an angry voice.

Cheng Ran's mind exploded immediately. He almost came to record a demerit for him on the spot, but he endured it when he thought there were so many people below.

However, her whole body has a little momentum, and she reminds Feng moye with cold eyebrows and eyes.

"You'd better not say these words again, or I can't guarantee that I won't embarrass you."

The host didn't know what the two were muttering. He just felt the atmosphere was a little subtle. He coughed.

"Well... Since Feng is always Cheng Ran's partner, let's start and the music starts."

Then, a soft and beautiful music sounded on the stage.

Feng moye thought that Cheng ran just learned a little. After all, she has a foundation in Taekwondo. She should be able to absorb a lot of dance. She was also worried that Cheng ran would not keep up with her rhythm.

Who knows, to his surprise, his wife is not inferior to herself at all. She has a graceful posture and beautiful dance, like a dancing butterfly, which makes him look a little distracted.

The people below were stunned and even said something.

"Did I see the fairy? It's too beautiful."

"I seem to see dancing butterflies."

"Do you think Cheng ran and President Feng dance together and have a good face?"

"Yes, yes, I think they are a good match. No, I want to knock this pair of CP."

The following people praised it again and again. Even Wu Qing and Ling Xiangjun, who thought he could win the championship, looked at the stage with a shit eating expression.

Ling Xiangjun was angry and gouged out Wu Qing.

"Didn't you say Cheng ran can't dance? What's going on!"

She can not only dance, but also the difficulty of the dance. Even she doesn't dare to try it easily. Laymen may not see Cheng Ran's skill, but she can see it.

Cheng Ran's dancing skills are comparable to ordinary people. Her dancing skills are not at the same level as herself. How can it be... Isn't she from the countryside?

How could she dance tango so well? Linda, her favorite dancer, has won the world championship. It can be compared with Cheng Ran's dance today.

This Cheng ran, who is sacred.

After a dance, the curtain call was perfect, and the audience applauded.

"My God, this dance is so beautiful. They are like gods coming to earth."

"I didn't expect that Cheng ran could dance so well. Now I estimate that this year's talent champion will change his master."

In previous years, Ling Xiangjun won the championship every time. Unexpectedly, she killed Cheng ran on the way, stole her limelight and became a dark horse.

When Cheng ran passes by Ling Xiangjun, Ling Xiangjun's mind is so hot that he stretches out his feet to trip Cheng ran.

But Cheng ran had already noticed that at the moment when Ling Xiangjun stepped out of his leg, she stepped firmly on the instep of Ling Xiangjun's feet, and the painful Ling Xiangjun screamed regardless of his image.

"Ah... It hurts!"

Cheng ran pretended to be surprised and moved his feet.

"I'm so sorry I didn't see it."

Ling Xiangjun's painful face turned white and stared at Cheng ran.

"I think you obviously did it on purpose. You saw my feet..."

Cheng ran looked at her with Xiumei. "Do you want to say that you want to reach out and trip me?"

Ling Xiangjun realized that he had almost exposed himself just now and quickly denied it.

"Don't wrong people here. When did I say that?"

"Then how can your feet stretch so far?"

As Cheng ran spoke, his slender eyes picked up slightly, and his red lips aroused a mocking smile.

Ling Xiangjun was flustered by Cheng Ran's frightening eyes. He opened his mouth to argue, but he couldn't say anything.

Her silence became the default, and the people around her began to talk one after another.

"I didn't expect her to be so mean."

"It's normal to lose and win this game, but it's an anniversary. Why take it to heart."

The man stood on Cheng Ran's side and looked down at Ling Xiangjun. His voice was low and dumb, with an inadvertent coolness, wrapped in a few words.

"Ling Xiangjun, it's just entertainment. There's no need to use such despicable means. I don't want to see such small moves in the future."

Ling Xiangjun hasn't recovered from Cheng Ran's eyes yet. He is warned by Mo Ye. His face is as white as paper.

She had some shit luck today.

Before Feng moye left, he didn't forget to whisper in Cheng Ran's ear.

"Go home early in the evening and don't forget what I just said."

The smile on Cheng Ran's face completely froze. He remembered what he had said to himself on the stage, and his cheeks were crimson.

This man, can't wait?