Everyone present looked at Xiang Yimo, who was devouring his food, with disdain, curiosity, and expectation...
"Cough! Cough!" Xiang Yimo took a sip of the drink and cleared his throat.
Shen Mengni raised her chin, assuming a condescending and arrogant posture, looking at her with contempt and a sly sneer at the corner of her mouth, waiting to see her make a fool of herself.
She didn't seem to offend the woman, but she actually stabbed her.
Xiang Yimo put down the large plate of food in his hand and walked calmly towards Shen Mengni.
"What music are you going to play?" Nangong Han followed her.
Xiang Yimo leaned close to his ear and muttered, "What kind of piano can I play? I'm pretty good at playing cotton!"
Nangong Han looked embarrassed and raised his eyebrows, "Then you still go on stage?"
"Since she wants me to make a fool of myself, just fulfill her wish!" Xiang Yimo walked onto the stage calmly and glanced sideways at Shen Mengni, "Since Miss Shen invites me so kindly, then I would rather obey her orders than be respectful. !”
In fact, the deeper meaning of her words is that since Shen Mengni is openly provocative, she must respond.
Shen Mengni's expression was stunned. She knew that Xiang Rumo couldn't play the piano. She could have pushed it away, but she agreed. Since she was trying to embarrass herself, Shen Mengni certainly wouldn't stop her, "What music do you want to play?" ?”
"Rachmaninoff's Piano Concerto No. 3!"
"Ah?" Shen Mengni exclaimed. Anyone who knows a little about piano knows that this is recognized as the most difficult piece of music to play in the world.
Nangong Han walked up, pulled Xiang Yimo, and passed her thin lips across her ear, "Don't be embarrassed!"
"Even if it's embarrassing, of course I have to pull you in! It's okay for a husband to be a married woman!" Xiang Yimo's mouth had a sly smile. She raised her hand, revealing the wounds all over it, "I accidentally fell down today and got bruised. Hands, I won’t play the piano anymore and let’s dance for everyone!”
"Okay -" After all, piano is a static performance, and of course there is no more visual impact than dynamic dance. The employees present became excited.
Nangong Han had a straight face and scolded coldly, "No! You promised me not to dance anymore!"
Xiang Yimo shrugged, "I have no choice. At the critical moment, I still have to rely on my old profession to refute face!" She snapped her fingers and said, "Music!"
The live band immediately played Rachmaninoff's "Piano Concerto No. 3". The low strings were melodious, like white feathers gently floating in the air, and the sound of the piano was long and graceful, like a clear stream, flowing quietly. .
Nangong Hanlian had a dark face, and just as he was about to turn around, she immediately pulled him back.
"The husband sings and the wife follows, dance with me!"
"Not interested in!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Xiang Yimo stood on tiptoes and turned around. Her pure white skirt bloomed like a tea flower. She snuggled into Nangong Han's arms, grabbed his hand and put it on her waist. , a slender hand brushed his stern cheek, and suddenly, his body fell backwards, his slender waist soft and boneless.
Nangong Han's face was tense and frosty, and he stood indifferently.
She was wearing a pure white long tube top dress with streamlined lines that clung to her graceful figure. The skirt was layered and the tulle was looming, making her as graceful as a fairy. Xiang Yimo leaned back and smiled brightly, "I want to be exposed. oh!"
Nangong Han immediately grabbed her slender waist and pulled her into his arms.
"Hold me tight!" Xiang Yimo took advantage of her strength and jumped into the air, her legs flying through the air, her skirts flying like fallen flowers.
Everyone was dumbfounded, shocked by Xiang Yimo’s professional dancing skills! Even more shocked by Nangong Han’s cooperation!
The sound of the steel gradually became brisk, like a sudden heavy rain, with dense raindrops falling on the black and white keys. The music became faster and faster, more and more exciting!
Xiang Yimo's dance steps quickened, standing on tiptoe, twisting, spinning... She clung to Nangong Han's body, twisting her water snake waist provocatively, hooking his neck, leaning back, her hands lifting up the hem of her skirt along the way.
Lifting her slender legs up little by little...
It was like a personal dance, and the atmosphere at the scene was suddenly ignited to the highest climax.
Nangong Han frowned, grabbed her hand, and pulled her up suddenly. Her soft body fell into his arms and covered his lips!
At this time, the music stopped suddenly!
"Bah, bang, bang!" The waves of applause, screams, whistles, and shouts almost lifted the roof off.
Xiang Yimo's eyes widened and he stared blankly at the enlarged handsome face.
Nangong Han raised his thin lips, "Have you kissed enough?"
Her bright eyes blinked, and then two blushes appeared on her cheeks. She pushed him away shyly, "Fuck you!" His eyes turned away, just in time to catch sight of Shen Mengni. Her face turned blue, and she gritted her teeth to hold back her anger.
The urge to come up.
"Have you had enough fun?"
"I found that you are quite talented. With a little training, you will definitely be an excellent dancer!"
The corner of Nangong Han's mouth twitched, "That's what you hope your husband will do!"
"Of course, just let me watch it alone!" After saying that, she blushed even more with embarrassment.
The speaker is unintentional, but the listener is intentional. Nangong Han memorized her words, and later, in order to coax his wife, he could only sell his looks and dance for her.
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After dancing a song, Xiang Yimo became even hungrier and continued to eat with the plate of "Leaning Tower of Pisa".
Shen Mengni originally wanted to embarrass her in public, but in the end, she was the one to steal the spotlight. She even showed off her affection in public, which was clearly threatening and provoking her. Shen Mengni looked at her sideways, holding the wine glass tightly, her teeth itching with anger.
, I can’t swallow this breath no matter what!
She turned around and walked meanderingly towards Xiang Yimo, her floor-length skirt spreading like water waves on the floor.
Walking up to her, she smiled sweetly, "I didn't expect you to be so good at dancing..." Shen Mengni suddenly stepped on the hem of her skirt and screamed, "Ah!" She stumbled, spilled the champagne in her hand, and fell down.
In the hands of Xiang Yimo.
The champagne moistened her palms and penetrated into the wound. The stimulation of the alcohol was like a knife cutting. The severe pain made Xiang Yimo take a breath and throw away the plate——
"Snapped!"
The dinner plate was turned upside down on Shen Mengni's head, and greasy juice dripped down her fair cheeks. Her forehead was stained with green mustard, a piece of bacon stuck to her nose, a piece of beef fell on her shoulder, and there was a piece of beef on her chest.