When the other three members of the Backstreet Boys next to Nick Carter would have been ready to move if it weren't for the friendship of several people, Qin Guan on the stage changed his dance posture very coquettishly. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

He spread his arms horizontally, matching the rhythm of Jiangnan style, and writhed like a water snake, and the direction of the twist was still Nick Carter.

Oh...

A group of people who were taught on the spot immediately changed their postures with Qin Guan's rhythm, such a simple and coquettish posture of hatred made some people of a rather old age also start to be eager to try.

Then, at this time, Qu Xuemei had secretly lurked behind Qin Guan, and when her outstretched arm was about to touch Qin Guan's shirt, the best actor on the stage screamed and jumped off the half-meter-high small platform.

He walked to Cong Nianwei's side at once according to his memory, and with his intuition, he hugged the shoulder of the woman he loved the most.

"Twist with me!"

At this time, Cong Nianwei just wanted to die, but because of the strength of the drunken Qin Guan, he was very firmly imprisoned in his arms.

"Twist, twist!" For its coquettishness, please refer to the green snake in the later period, and Qin Guan with Cong Nianwei is very exaggerated in swinging his crotch left and right.

Cong Nianwei was difficult to ride a tiger at this time, and she couldn't help it if she didn't want to twist, because when Qin Guan's right side was twisted, she directly pushed her waist out.

In the eyes of outsiders, these two people really deserve to be a couple, and even the twisting rhythm is so compact and tacit.

When the surrounding people were just about to come to a group, Qin Guan pressed down the blower used for activities next to him, and the foam and confetti in a party were blown everywhere.

And Qin Guan, who has already broken away from normal people, opened his arms at this time and threw himself into the environment where the blower was blowing.

Of course, he subconsciously didn't really stupid and couldn't take care of himself, so he instinctively gave his back to the front of the fan, and didn't blow a facial paralysis, it seems that the drunk is not very serious.

In ancient Chinese mythology, there are always two stories of broken voids and ethereal immortals.

If you ignore the few pieces of torn paper on Qin Guan's head now, then the kind of void momentum that I want to return to the wind is quite sufficient.

The atmosphere of the scene was finally brought to a climax by Qin Guan's rhythmic singing and dancing, the weird, incomprehensible funny dance steps, so that the men, women and children present imitated it very simply, and it was easy to get started.

It is better to be happy alone, than to be happy with everyone, and Qin Guan, who was already fearless, took an arrow step at this time, and rode the wind and waves to the side of Nick Carter, whose hair had been blown up.

At this time, his long hair no longer had the youthful handsomeness of Aaron Kwok's head, and he was uninhibited on the top of his head like a golden lion king, but the culprit on the opposite side, Qin Guan, made a downward gesture in front of him, and finally shouted in his mouth: Jiangnan style!

And just when Nick Carter was finally about to fight back, Qin Guan suddenly jumped in the direction of the stage, one soared into the air, and jumped onto the stage again.

And Qu Xuemei, who failed to stop on the stage just now, quickly stopped preparing to step down and turned her body back.

Qin Guan on the stage felt that the chandelier on the ceiling at this time suddenly became as numerous as stars, and the top of his head began to circle.

The soles of his feet were a little fluttery as if he had stepped on cotton, and to confirm this, he struggled to stand up straight, and tapped his right foot to the floor a few times.

And at this time, the members of the queue who were laughing and lining up in a column under the stage, accompanied by the drums of the spontaneous orchestra, and dancing the horse dance in unison, saw Qin Guan jumping on the stage again, and they all cheered loudly for fear that the world would not be chaotic!

It's so much fun, it's even more addictive than smoking some marijuana!

And after Qin Guan tapped the ground, he heard the most familiar cheers from the audience in a daze.

"One more!"

"Oh! Mr. Qin Guan, you are so handsome! ”

So, he clicked again, with a little square aunt's heroism, and clapped his two hands with a snap: "You are my little apple!" ”

Poof, Cong Nianwei, who was originally smiling and laughing under the venue, couldn't bear it anymore, at this time, Qin Guan was planning to let them see what it means to be called national aerobics in 10 years, and the back of the neck was strongly pulled by Qu Xuemei.

"You come down for me....what kind of nonsense did you sing, and you started to improvise lyrics and compose music!"

After Qin Guan's neck was wrapped, as a human being with a strong sense of protection, he naturally bent his body down, and was easily dragged to the field by Qu Xuemei.

Cong Nianwei and a group of people came around, looked at Qin Guan in front of him, who began to discharge electricity everywhere, and couldn't help but hold his forehead, how could he never know that Qin Guan was in such a state after being drunk.

And the Hilton on the side has now become a super star eye, and Cong Nianwei's so-called plan to get to know Qin Guan up close seems to have not been implemented yet, and Qin Guan has brushed up on people's favorability.

Qu Xuemei and Cong Nianwei very untactfully rejected Qin Guan's 'kind' proposal from Hilton, who stayed here, and dragged a 186+ big man out of the villa area.

The roar of the convertible car faded away, but in this most lively and fashionable party, there was a legend of the most playful Chinese kid.

Legend has it that he has the richest musical material, and the singing voice and singing style that is different from European and American pop music, he is very funny, and he is the most popular type of person in the party.

At this time, Qin Guan couldn't remember his feat, he was thrown into the hotel where they were staying in Los Angeles with great effort by Cong Nianwei with a smile on his face.

In this case, I hope that the vacation in Southern California, which is busy and leisurely, will not be wasted in Qin Guan's hangover.

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Early the next morning, the scorching Southern California sun mischievously leaked through the cracks in the hotel curtains, and in this city where Qin Guan had been to it several times, he had never calmed down to see its true face.

At this time, Qin Guan was on the bathroom sink, brushing his teeth hard, and trying to recall the few memories of the party last night.

Forgive Qin Guan at this time, he has already broken the context, about the madness in the later stage of the party, he basically has a vague memory, and Cong Nianwei, who was carefully applying sunscreen to his face next to him, kept silent about his performance yesterday.

Qin Guan, who was in a lawsuit, didn't think much about it, so he was dragged to the hotel by Cong Nianwei, who was full of interest. (To be continued.) )