"Okay, okay! Dear Haotian! Let's go down!" Holding his arm, Ling Haotian ordered the meals to be taken to the private room.
When she walked to the elegant room, Lan Mengdie saw Zhuge Yun sitting there alone with a pale face. He was injured and still drinking. She walked up and snatched the wine glass. "Are your injuries healed? Just drink! Don't drink!"
She smashed the wine pot and wine glass. She was angry that Zhuge Yun didn't cherish her.
Zhuge Yun smiled lightly: "Okay! I won't drink."
Ling Haotian pulled Lan Mengdie to his side and asked her to sit down, "You can't lose your temper now, I don't want the child to be affected."
Upon hearing this, Zhuge Yun frowned. It turns out that Mengdie was pregnant. He felt a sudden sting from the wound on his chest, and his face became even more ugly.
Lan Mengdie noticed his abnormality and quickly asked, "Xiao Yunyun! Are you okay?"
"I'm fine! It's really fine! Don't worry about me," Zhuge Yun said calmly
The familiar melody sounded, and Lan Mengdie looked over. Han Meiyao was wearing a pink dance skirt. The dance skirt was embroidered with various flying patterns of colorful butterflies. Lan Mengdie smiled slightly, feeling inexplicably familiar with this music. Her light dancing posture was on the stage.
, jumping flexibly, Lan Mengdie suddenly had that night's dream flash across her mind. In the dream, the real Lan Mengdie danced a hundred butterfly dances. Compared with this dance, it was indeed much inferior. Although she was quite familiar with the dance, she lacked a certain kind of dance.
Something deep in the soul
Zhuge Yun stared at the so-called Baidie Wu and sighed deeply. He looked at Lan Mengdie. The person I loved was right in front of him, but he seemed far away in the horizon. Lan Mengdie looked at Zhuge Yun and saw his loneliness.
In her eyes, there was only helplessness in her heart! She looked at Ling Haotian, who was still immersed in the joy of being a father. His expression of joy could not be concealed at all. He was enjoying the dance of a hundred butterflies. Lan Mengdie then smiled slightly, and it seemed that he was getting more and more worried about Ling Haotian.
occupied by him
Ling Haotian turned around and saw Mengdie looking at him affectionately, and said happily: "Her dancing skills are incomparable to yours!"
"I'll do that dance! How about waiting for me to dance!"
Ling Haotian immediately objected, "I don't allow it! How can you show it to those people! You only belong to me."
Lan Mengdie ignored him and ate while watching. The music rhythm was getting faster and faster. At this time, Ruxian was dancing with some difficulty. If she didn't grasp it well, she would fall down and make a fool of herself.
No guarantee! She couldn't sit still! "Haotian, I'm going to the toilet!"
Ling Haotian nodded without thinking. Lan Mengdie quickly walked to the backstage, quickly put on the dance skirt and put on the veil. Although she had not skipped this dance, the steps in the dream seemed to be engraved in her mind like a mark, and there were
This feeling of being familiar with this dance is no longer familiar
Han Meiyao knew that this was the limit of jumping, and she was sweating and holding on in embarrassment. At this moment, Lan Mengdie used Qinggong to leap onto the stage, holding her hand and passing her strength. Han Meiyao smiled gratefully at her, and Lan Mengdie said to her
He winked and asked her to follow him. At this time, the rhythm was the fastest. Lan Mengdie felt like she was under a spell. She followed the rhythm and danced the very difficult steps smoothly. Her dancing posture immediately attracted the audience's intense attention.
In response, many people applauded enthusiastically in the audience, and many even cheered loudly.
Lan Mengdie felt as if he was being leaned over by a previous life, and many images appeared in his mind while dancing. Zhuge Yun could not hide his excitement. When he admired this dance at the Prime Minister's Mansion, it made him sleepless for many nights. It was like butterflies playing in the flowers.
, the vivid dance postures fascinate all living beings
As soon as he saw the dancing figure that looked like a butterfly fairy, Ling Haotian immediately choked on his wine. He knew it was Mengdie, this disobedient little girl! How can a pregnant person move so widely?
Han Meiyao looked gratefully at Lan Mengdie, who was leading her to dance in front of her, and sighed that this was the real Butterfly Dance! It was far from the truth. It was a great honor for her to be able to dance together on the same stage today.
Lan Mengdie looked at the audience, eh? The person sitting next to An Chengyi? Isn't that Mr. An? He actually came to see Ruxian dance! Look at how attentive he is! Has he approved of Ruxian?
Then I saw Ling Haotian striding towards this side. Fortunately, the dance was over. The audience below applauded and many people cheered.
Lan Mengdie evacuated quickly as if she were a thief. Ling Haotian quickly ran in front of her and grabbed her, then picked her up and left.
The scene suddenly became very quiet, and Ling Haotian announced loudly: "I'm sorry! She is my wife! She is pregnant and has to dance on stage. I am really worried about my child!" He pulled off her veil and kissed her affectionately on the face. After taking a sip, there were many comments below
I just watched him swaggering back to his private room with his beloved in his arms, "Didn't I tell you! How can you dance when you are pregnant? You will never be allowed to do so in the future."
Lan Mengdie nodded obediently, "Oh!" and then smiled sweetly at him.