Chapter 3444 : Yin Yijie's Playing Monsters 8——Put down your figure
"Hahahahahahahahahaha" burst of laughter!
Yin Yijie danced Yangge like a farmer working, his face was still cool, he didn't care at all that others laughed at him, and asked those people wearing bright clothes to teach him.
Brian snorted coldly, contempt, and continued to dance street dance and other yangko, pulling me, making me not know what to do, look at Liao Liang.
My father twisted a few times and looked like he was not much taller than me, but his skeleton was big and fat, so he was very festive when twisted.
Others laughed, dad gasped, and kept slapped and pulled me to laugh:[
"Keor, is my dad okay? Liao Liang, please give me some guidance. It's okay.
En'er, let's set up a yangko team at home, get up early and dance yangko with Keren."
Liao Liang laughed and said, "Let's go, let it go, follow my steps."
Everyone! Pay attention to the steps, just these steps in total, span, regress, span, make progress dada dada dada dada dada dada
You can count with me, one, two, three, four”
Yin Yijie squeezed over and suddenly pulled me into the crowd.
I staggered and leaned against him, with rouge on his face, looking very happy, just like a holiday.
Brian rushed here and hated Yin Yijie.
Dad hurriedly pulled him and said, "Okay, let them play; but if you feel uncomfortable, you will come back.
It is already rare for a man to let go of his figure for her."
Brian had a dark face and took the bucket handed over and poured it into the fire
"Boom!" Mars flew everywhere, almost burning people; the fire suddenly shone brightly, as bright as daylight.
The hot air balloon swayed in the wind, and it was no longer noticeable now.
On the playground, everyone twisted into a bunch of things, and there were still people fighting with their legs and feet, and they didn’t fall. Everyone laughed into a bunch of laughter.
The third brother and the twelfth brother also danced yangge. The twelfth brother wore white shirt, trousers and leather shoes, and twisted it like a literary youth from the 1960s.
The twelfth brother looked at me too, and there was no laughter or unwillingness on his face, and he was very good at making a move.
Yin Yijie waved his strap and said coldly: "Who are you looking at?"