The corners of Ruan Qi's mouth twitched, and he silently looked at the plaque next to the courtyard gate.

- Fuguihua Square Dance Center.

“……”

Ness.

Outstanding.

The beautiful singing is still ringing, and a group of old men and old ladies who are as light as swallows dance out of the soul of the square dance.

Ruan Qi glanced at Nie Beilou's face, and lit a wax in his heart for his fellow uncles and uncles.

She quietly took out her mobile phone and found the WeChat chat window of Master Wei Jiaming, Master Huang Shibo.

[It's Xiao Qi: Uncle Shi, Master is in the Fuguihua Square Dance Center. 】

Less than half a minute after the message was sent, a figure galloped from the side courtyard.

He saw Nie Beilou standing at the door, his eyes were dark, and he rushed into the courtyard like the wind and turned off the stereo.

The old men and old ladies who were immersed in dancing and couldn't extricate themselves were not happy.

"Xiao Chen, are you owed? This dance is on the head! The beautiful old lady who led the dance raised her eyebrows.

Xiao Chen made a bitter face and gave her a look frantically.

"Uncle Bai, look at who is at the door."

The old lady Bai wrinkled her eyebrows and looked at the door.

A handsome man with an outstanding demeanor.

A dark red robe, with a face like a crown of jade. Even after many years, it is still like a sharp sword of Aoxue Lingshuang, which makes people's hearts beat wildly.

The dancing fan in the old lady's hand fell to the ground with a 'snap'.

……

Temporary notice of the middle-aged and elderly activity center - temporary closure of business.

The vermilion gate was closed, the singing was gone, the mahjong was gone, and the square dancing was gone.

In the main hall, Nie Beilou sat in the first place, and Ruan Qi stood aside.

In front of the two of them, a group of old men and old ladies who were almost a thousand years old hung their heads listlessly, like quails waiting to be roasted.

Nie Beilou's cold eyes slowly swept across their faces.

"Over the years, you've had a good life."

As soon as Nie Beilou finished speaking, Ruan Qi clearly saw that a little old man's legs were weak and he almost fell to the ground.

There was also a beautiful aunt who looked to be in her forties, and she was directly scared and cried.

“……”

How much psychological shadow did the master leave on his fellow uncles and uncles?

Ruan Qi pinched the sweat for his uncles and uncles in his heart, and at this time, hurried footsteps sounded outside the door.

"Yo, Senior Brother Beilou is back!" A handsome-looking middle-aged man in a suit walked in with a smile on his face.

Ruan Qi glanced at his face, and inexplicably felt a little familiar.

Where have you seen it?

She was thinking about it when she heard Nie Beilou say lightly: "Senior Brother Feng." ”

Feng?

Ruan Qi was stunned for a moment, and she finally remembered it!

——Feng Zhao, President of the Chinese Pharmaceutical Association!

The world-famous medical Taishan Beidou!

She also saw him on the news network half a month ago!

Such a powerful person turned out to be her fellow teacher!

Shocked like a landslide, Ruan Qi's small mouth slowly opened into an 'o' word.

Maybe her gaze was too hot, Feng Zhao looked over with a smile.

When he saw the little girl, he was stunned for a moment, and then laughed.

"This is Xiao Qi, right?"

As soon as Feng Zhao's words came out, the old men and old ladies who had been hanging their heads just now raised their heads in unison, and their eyes were extremely warm.

Ruan Qi's little face was hot, she scratched her head, stepped forward and bowed to everyone.

"Junior, Ruan Qi, give you a salute to your uncles and uncles."

As soon as the words fell, the entire hall exploded.

"Ouch, this is Xiao Qizi!"

"Real people are more beautiful than on TV!"

"Xiao Qi, I am your Uncle Liu, a career fan. Soft treasure can fly with confidence, and marshmallows will always be with you. ”

"Little Seven Little Seven, sign me in a while. My granddaughter is not good at studying, so hang your signature on the head of the bed, maybe she can be transferred! ”