Seeing that Wu Yahuan was in a bad mood, Ding Fan suggested with a smile that he didn't know that Wu Yahuan had always been free and easy, and liked nightlife, especially showing off and releasing himself in the hustle and bustle, and being the dazzling DJ Huanhuan on the stage.
It is difficult for such a girl to be trapped in the office all day long.
Sure enough, Wu Yahuan smiled and said, "Xiaofan, isn't it dangerous to go to a place like that?"
"Danger is everywhere, we just need to be careful and careful. As long as I am here, I will definitely protect Sister Huan." Ding Fan patted his chest and said firmly.
"It's better to go to the underground palace. It's safer there. We didn't have much fun last time." Wu Yahuan was very excited.
"No black boxing!" Ding Fan immediately emphasized.
"Haha, don't worry! How could I be willing to let you try your best again?"
Wu Yahuan's eyes were gentle and revealed her true feelings. She had taken advantage of Ding Fan before, and it didn't matter if he was beaten to death, but to this day, she could no longer imagine how bleak the life would be without this little man.
The two of them first returned to Hengfu Building. After nine o'clock, they put on their night clothes and went downstairs.
He was not driving the Hummer, because not far from the exit of the parking lot, there was a racing motorcycle with a fake license plate parked, with a helmet hanging on the handlebar and two soft grimace masks stuffed inside.
Putting on his helmet and sitting astride the motorcycle, Wu Yahuan immediately felt heroic and raised his head proudly.
Hehe, this is the Wu Yahuan in my impression. Ding Fan put on his helmet, sat behind, and hugged her slim waist.
"Hold tighter!" Wu Yahuan reminded.
"It's so tight!"
"Don't blame me if you fall!"
"Tighter then!"
Ding Fan's whole body was pressed against Wu Yahuan's back. The motorcycle started instantly, made an ear-splitting roar, and rushed to the road in the blink of an eye.
Wu Yahuan, who ignored traffic rules, quickly increased the speed of his motorcycle to the limit. It was as fast as lightning. The lights in the night became blurry, and people felt as if they were in the clouds.
Thinking of the possibility of a 720-degree missile flying ten meters away, Ding Fan still used his Dharma Eyes cautiously. To be happy, it would be fatal!
The motorcycle drove arrogantly through the streets and alleys. In less than half an hour, the two of them arrived at the outskirts of the city and stopped in front of the Tuberose Dance Hall.
Ding Fan jumped off the motorcycle and stood firmly. Wu Yahuan curled his lips and said, "Xiao Fan, why didn't you faint? You almost vomited last time."
"Nowadays, we are also driving people, and we have long been accustomed to speed racing."
"You were pretending before, don't tell me, you were pretty much the same at that time."
"I'm not pretending. I learned my driving skills later."
"You're still pretending to be with me!"
"Okay then, whatever Sister Huan says is whatever it is."
Chatting and laughing, the two pushed the motorcycle to the backyard of the song and dance hall, took out the ghost face mask and put it on, and then continued to push the motorcycle into the iron warehouse.
Just like last time, there are hundreds of motorcycles parked inside, all of which are valuable, and many of them are limited editions that could catch Wu Yahuan’s eyes.
"Sister Huan, the rule here is, do you have to ride a motorcycle?" Ding Fan couldn't help but ask.
"There are also cars that pick up and drop off cars, but one of the rules is that parking outside is not allowed. It is too eye-catching." Wu Yahuan explained.
"What a strange and interesting place."
"The operators are very smart and understand human nature very well. When you put on a mask, you can take off the disguise. In fact, there are many young men and young ladies from rich families who don't know each other anyway. You can do whatever you want." Wu Yahuan said in a low voice.
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"So, there might be some acquaintances inside?"
"Haha, it's hard to say whether Fu Dongyang is here, or Winger, Hai Guanghui, etc.!"
"Sister Feifei will not come."
"Probably not. She is very conservative at heart. It's okay to flirt with the opposite sex, but she won't fall for it easily. She's so mean-spirited!"
"..."
The two chatted quietly, walked down the steps slowly, and came to the heavy door with "No strangers allowed" written on it. It was still the middle-aged man wearing a half-mask, his legs crossed on the mottled door.
on the desk.
Wu Yahuan handed over the gold card. The middle-aged man glanced at it, pressed the remote control, and entered the password. The door opened silently, and the sound of loud music came out.
The two walked in arm-in-arm, and through a long and narrow corridor, the music became louder and louder, almost deafening.
Ding Fan estimated the depth in his mind, and it should be twenty meters underground. Such a huge underground project could be completed quietly. It can be seen that the owner of the underground palace and the power behind it have already reached the level of terror with hands and eyes that can reach the sky.
degree.
The world of chaotic demons appears before our eyes again!
Men and women wearing fancy masks are dancing fiercely to the dance music, wildly and disorderly, just venting to their heart's content!
"There is a changing room over there, do you need to change clothes?" Wu Yahuan asked.
"Like them, wearing only underpants?" Ding Fan pointed to the front and asked.
"You can also add a big hurdle vest." Wu Yahuan laughed.
"No, I think the current Night Walker looks good." Ding Fan waved his hand.
"Then I'll go change clothes."
"No, Sister Huan, just dress like this!" Ding Fan quickly grabbed Wu Yahuan.
Under the mask, Wu Yahuan showed a sweet smile. This little man didn't want her to show her body, which meant that he cared about it and had his own place in his heart.
"Let go, I'm going to dance."
After Wu Yahuan finished speaking, he broke away from Ding Fan, walked through the crowd and stepped onto the stage. Along with the sound of dance music, he waved his arms, twisted his waist, and danced passionately and unrestrainedly.
The lights hit Wu Yahuan's body like halos. As they danced, these halos spread out and filled the whole place.
It turned out that several women on the stage who were wearing cool clothes have now become Wu Yahuan's backup dancers, and they are still very unqualified.
Applause and whistles came one after another, and they all cheered for Wu Yahuan's wonderful dance!
But the look in the mask was arrogant and arrogant.
Ding Fan was stunned for a moment. This is the real Wu Yahuan, arrogant, confident and full of energy. She is a dancing elf in the nightclub, always chasing the direction of applause.
Only Ding Fan has seen tears in this dancer’s eyes!
Ding Fan was so excited that he even wanted to dance along, when a voice suddenly came to his ears.
"Little handsome boy, what a blessing. She is very different."
Ding Fan turned around and saw a mermaid, wearing a tight-fitting aqua blue dress. She had a plump, curvy figure, which was extremely exaggerated, and she wore the mask of a princess with big eyes.
Ding Fan remembered that this woman invited him to play a game last time, and couldn't help but smile: "Big Mermaid, why didn't those sea creatures come?"
"Here we go, we went to find a place to play by ourselves. I don't like them anymore." The woman said arrogantly.
"Are you a regular visitor here?" Ding Fan asked.
"I don't come here very often. Life is stressful, so I release it occasionally." The woman explained perfunctorily, and then asked, "Do you want to play games together?"
"What game?" Ding Fan asked curiously. Anyway, he would not agree to be led by a rope.
"There are many games. For example, we pretend to be a couple, I scold you, you hit me, or vice versa." The woman shrugged.