As soon as Wu Juecheng came out, Duan Murong's expression changed instantly.
She seemed not to have expected that Song Hongyan would give her this program.
The guests present were also startled. Not only were they amazed by the figure of the veiled woman, but they also felt that the dance was somewhat familiar.
"Ding——" Before anyone could react, the lights had already changed.
Then, the melodious melody and deep timbre flowed out of the white piano like the breeze blowing in the river.
"When did the spring flowers and autumn moon come? How much do you know about the past?"
The sultry sound of the piano is like weeping and narrating, with desolation and sadness, as if it is interpreting the story of the defeated king and his beloved concubine.
Li Changjun and other guests could not help but immerse themselves in it.
When the sound of the piano slowly entered its deepest and gentlest tone, a note suddenly sounded that excited the whole audience.
At this moment, countless rose petals poured out from the high platform, covering the hall with water vapor and fragrance.
Flying all over the sky, dreamy to the extreme.
Wu Juecheng, who is as delicate as a peacock, also raised her hands and danced.
"Whoosh——" The graceful body rotates like a light cloud, and the long sleeves wave like the flowing wind.
The petals that fell to the ground actually flew up.
"Little building, there was an east wind last night, and the motherland cannot bear to look back at the bright moon."
With a raise of a hand or a move of a foot, all the joy and prosperity in the world disappear. Only time can witness the splendor of this moment.
She is like the proudest peacock, blooming beautifully in the silence of heaven and earth.
Her graceful figure, graceful as a swimming dragon, and the charm and sadness brought by her dancing postures filled the guests with astonishment.
Countless people were immersed in it, forgetting the grudges and worries of the world at this moment, and only saw the figure of Wu Juecheng.
Even Song Hongyan couldn't help squinting her eyes, a little surprised that Wu Juecheng's dance was so touching.
"The carved railings and jade masonry should still be there, but the beauty has changed——" As the last note of the white piano fell, Wu Juecheng stopped dancing with a posture of looking up to the sky.
The flying petals once again fell from the sky.
And falling with the colorful petals was the veil that covered Wu Juecheng's face.
She looked up at the night sky. The beauty of the sky and the beauty of the country were astonishing to all living things.
The cool light shone quietly on her body.
Her alluring face suddenly appeared, and the deep love she revealed was like a lily blooming at night.
Dazzling and dazzling.
"One dance to conquer the city?"
Li Changjun was the first to shout: "Wu Juecheng?"
The rest of the people also reacted: "Wu Juecheng, really Wu Juecheng!"
"This is Wu Juecheng's dance. I've seen it on the video."
"Yes, she is Wu Juecheng. I saw her dance in Vienna three years ago."
"That's right, only Wu Juecheng can dance such a beautiful dance in this world."
"It's so beautiful, so beautiful, so shocking."
Hundreds of guests started shouting and then all stopped talking.
They subconsciously looked at Duan Murong, who looked ugly.
If the woman dancing on the high platform is Wu Juecheng, then who is the woman representing the Sun family now?
Is he really a replacement for the gossip?
But the appearance is too similar.
At this moment, Song Hongyan walked to the high platform and looked down at Duan Murong: "Miss Wu, do you want to say something?"
She also gently shook Wu Juecheng's hand to signal the sufferer not to get angry in a hurry.
Li Changjun stepped forward as if he had been beaten to death: "Miss Wu, tell everyone that you are real, and the dancing woman is fake."
"It was she who had plastic surgery to look like you, and it was she who secretly learned your dance."
He yelled at Duan Murong: "I don't accept that you are a fake."
The other guests also looked at Duan Murong with wide eyes to see how she would handle this crisis.
"say what?
What’s there to say?”
Duan Murong didn't worry, instead of panicking, she stepped forward and asked aggressively: "Why are they exactly the same?
In modern society, let alone humans, I can make you look like a dog, do you believe it?"
"Song Hongyan, you are really amazing. In order to attack me and harm me, you even created a fake version of me through plastic surgery."
Duan Murong bites back at Song Hongyan neatly: "You really put a lot of effort into it."
Although she kept her expression calm at this time, Li Changjun gave her a reason just now, which made people feel that she was not very confident.
"Don't you know whether she is real or fake?"
Song Hongyan pinched a petal from her clothes and chuckled at Duan Murong: "How about this, you dance the same dance she just danced."
"Not to mention outdoing her, as long as you are half as good as me, I will admit that you are the dancing lady."
"And the people around me are fakes."
Song Hongyan asked provocatively: "How?
Want to play a song?"
"Miss Wu, hit her, hit her in the face."
Li Changjun held a cigar and shouted at Duan Murong: "Dance to a song and swell Mr. Song's face."
The pig friends and dog friends around him echoed: "Fuck her, fight her!"
"Shut up!"
Duan Murong was almost angered to death by Li Changjun. She glared at him and then looked at Song Hongyan: "Dance, of course I can dance. I am a real dancer who can dance like this. I can beat anyone who can dance like this."
"And only I can bring out the essence of this dance."
"No matter how similar the counterfeiters around you are to imitating them, they still have their own form but not their spirit."
"Why should I jump to show you just to prove myself?"
"I, Wu Juecheng, don't need to dance to prove myself."
"My face, the people around me, my uncle, my grandfather, the Sun family and Sun Daoyi's office can all prove that I am Wu Juecheng."
"Am I going to be a clown for nothing?"
Duan Murong took another step forward, with a strong aura that caused many guests to retreat: "Song Hongyan, let me tell you, you have disobeyed me originally, and now you are slandering me with fake products. You have violated my bottom line even more."
"I will make Dihao bankrupt and get you out of the new country like a lost dog."
"And you, faker, I don't know how much money you took from Song Hongyan to make yourself look like me, and even secretly learned my dancing."
"But I can also tell you that you will pay for what you did."
Duan Murong pointed her finger fiercely at Wu Juecheng: "I swear, I want you to die without a burial place."
Wu Juecheng was not impulsive and did not disturb Ye Fan and Song Hongyan's plans. He just watched Duan Murong jumping up and down coldly.
She believed that Duanmu Rong would not be able to reach heights for long.
"Miss Duanmu, don't threaten Miss Wu."
Song Hongyan continued: "I also have a paternity genetic test here."
"It's the appraisal of the dancing lady next to me and Mr. Sun. It clearly shows that they are related by blood."
Song Hongyan took out another report and typed it on the big screen: "It's useless no matter how much you deny this kind of iron-blooded evidence."
The report was enlarged and everyone present was in an uproar. Unexpectedly, Song Hongyan got the genetic test.
Li Changjun opened his mouth and shouted exaggeratedly: "Oh my god, are we really related by blood?
What’s going on?”
"This is impossible!"
Duan Murong was stunned for a moment, then shouted: "You can't get Sun Daoyi's genes."
These days, Sun Daoyi's hair cannot leave his house, so how can Song Hongyan do a paternity test?
"Do you think I won't be able to get Sun Daoyi's things if Mao Shishu doesn't go out?"
Song Hongyan joked: "These days, as long as the price is high enough, countless people around you will provide these things."
"But this evidence is not my trump card yet."
"What I really exposed your identity today is this video."
After genetic identification, Song Hongyan smiled with amusement, and then opened another video.
