After a while, the sound of silk and bamboo wind music stopped abruptly.

Fu Yeshen twisted the slender waist of the water snake and jumped off the stage.

He walked towards Feng Wuwu, who was dressed in a dark brocade robe and bright-eyed in the crowd, his red lips opened lightly, and his voice was moving, "Feng Wuwu, do you want to consider me?" I would like to wash my hands and make soup for you, and from now on, focus on being the man behind you. ”

Feng Wuwu smiled awkwardly and politely, "Fu Da is a celestial figure, how dare we ordinary people think about it?" ”

"You dare to think even the regent, what is a mere pretentiousness?" The corners of Fu Yeshen's lips hooked slightly, his body shook, and he fell towards Feng Wuwu's arms.

Feng Wuwu subconsciously wanted to jump to the side, but she was surrounded by people.

As a last resort, Feng Wuwu had no choice but to reach out and support Fu Yeshen's slender willow waist, silently separating the distance from him.

Seeing this, Jun Moran was anxious.

Tear pull –

He tore off the dark brocade robe on his body and strode towards the curtain behind the stage.

In the middle of the scene, the dancing girls who are about to take the stage are in full swing to dance steps.

Jun Moran set his eyes on a chubby dancing girl, who stepped forward in three steps and two steps, clasping her fat shoulders with one hand and nimbly picking off the pink crowd on her body with the other.

At first, the chubby Maiji was so frightened that she used her hands and feet together, and screamed in a lost voice.

When she saw Jun Moran's handsome face clearly, she immediately stopped crying, and only stared at him shyly and timidly, "Childe, there are many people here, absolutely not." ”

Jun Moran turned a deaf ear, took off the pink group on her body, and put it on herself directly.

The chubby dancing girl wanted to cry without tears, she thought that Jun Moran had a crush on her, but she didn't think that he just took a fancy to the Confucianism in her.

Around, dozens of dancing girls looked at Jun Moran, who was extraordinary but obsessed with women's clothing, and their eyes showed regret.

"The appearance is outstanding, but it's a pity that he's a pervert!"

"What's wrong with being perverted? If I look good, I'm willing to marry! ”

"Dream your spring and autumn dreams! Just looking at his bearing, you know that he is delusional in the world. ”

………

Jun Moran frowned, he was really not used to this pale pink floral crop tulle dress.

However, as long as you can win back Feng Wuwu's heart, what if you sacrifice your hue? What about losing face?

After a moment of silence, he took a deep breath, then pulled down the curtain at the entrance of the stage and strode onto the stage.

Under the stage, a group of spectators rubbed their eyes with their hands, looking at Jun Moran on the stage in a tight pink crop top dance costume with a strange expression, and was amazed.

"There seems to be something strange mixed in on the stage!"

"It's a long life! This is the stupid son of an outsider who actually took the stage in a crop top dress! ”

"It's a pity that this god-like handsome face is actually a heartless eye."

At first, Feng Wuwu didn't notice the majestic figure on the stage, and the absurd clothes of Jun Mo Dye, until the surrounding spectators coaxed one after another, and threw the scraps on the food table to the stage, Feng Wuwu noticed that the person on the stage was actually Jun Mo Dye!

Bang –

She was stunned, and before she knew it, she threw Fu Yeshen, who was close to her arm, behind her, with a pair of sharp peach blossom eyes, staring intently at Jun Mozhi on the stage who was still gorgeous even if he was dressed absurdly.

"This king waited for you in Lingtian Restaurant all night, but you were having fun in Lingfeng Restaurant."

"Jun Mo Ran, listen to my explanation." Feng Wuwu rushed to the stage in a hurry, hugged him tightly in his arms, and blocked the leftovers smashed by the audience for him.

"Feng Wuwu, do you think that this king can't do without you, so he has no fear?" Jun Mo was hugged by Feng Wuwu, and the anger in his heart actually disappeared by half.

"Not really. How about you step down with me first? ”

"Fu Yeshen danced on stage, and you were so excited to see it. Why is it the turn of this king, you have a different appearance? Do you think this king doesn't know those messy singing and dancing vocal music, and you think this king has lost your face? ”

"Jun Moran, don't do this, I'll feel distressed."

"Distressed? Don't worry, do you really feel sorry for this king? Jun Mo lowered his eyes and looked at Feng Wuwu with a frightened expression in his arms.

He didn't know how true she was, but she didn't look like anyone in the audience, and he was relieved to see his funny appearance and laugh heartily.

Feng Wuwu nodded his head heavily, and then stood on tiptoe, holding his cheeks lightly with both hands, and choked his lips as if no one was around.

Jun Mo Ran's expression froze, he didn't expect Feng Wuwu to take the initiative to show favor to him in front of everyone.

In the next moment, the gloom in his heart was swept away, and he turned to gently hug her waist and respond eagerly to her.

"No, he doesn't deserve you!"

Baili Heze clenched his hands into fists, he had already planned to let Feng Wuwu go, but when he witnessed Feng Wuwu and Jun Moran kissing affectionately, his mentality collapsed again.

Fu Yeshen subconsciously looked away, he knew that the moment Feng Wuwu rushed onto the stage, he had lost a lot.

Tie Shou was especially excited to grasp the placket of the wind, and said continuously, "The king is really powerful!" Not only can he kiss people, kiss people, but he can also shake his head and move his head. ”