It was only before she squeezed into the crowd that the music came to an end, and when I looked up, I saw her waving at the audience, her eyes smiling, the corners of her mouth slightly grinning, revealing her neat white teeth, and then she turned around and left the dance floor neatly.

Han Jian's footsteps stopped, and the music had changed to a soothing tune, so the whistles and shouts in his ears were even more prominent, and the sounds of heckling came and went.

The uncomfortable noisy atmosphere made his brain ache, and the dim and colorful lights made him dizzy.

He closed his eyes, suppressed the fire in his heart that seemed to explode at any time, followed the graceful figure, raised his feet and turned to follow from the passage next to him.

Leng Xianglan just entered the dressing room, took the wig, and was about to take the earrings, when she heard a movement at the door, and as soon as she turned her head, the door of the dressing room opened, so her eyes were locked on the long and handsome figure, he was wearing an iron-gray suit, ironing straight black trousers, and a pair of black and neat leather shoes.

The pupils that looked at Leng Xianglan were as dark as ink, but the corners of his mouth had several indescribable extreme curvatures.

Fascinating, but also dangerous enough.

The man at the door didn't pause, and approached her directly.

And when Leng Xianglan saw Han Jian's face that was still familiar after six years, the movements of her hands stopped.

The two male security guards at the door apologized solemnly: "I'm sorry, Sister Xianglan, this gentleman insists on coming in." ”

Leng Xianglan's attention was not on the two security guards, his eyes were still fixed on Han Jian's face, and his eyes also fell on her face with many layers of powder, the bottom of his eyes was obscure, the light shone on his deep and handsome face, and the expressionless and implicit appearance made Leng Xianglan feel strange.

Han Jian had already approached her and seen her makeup more closely: she painted thick black eyebrows, thin black eyeliner, and false eyelashes, which made her already beautiful big eyes like jade even more charming, and her naturally smiling lips were painted with red lip gloss.

Oh yes, she actually wears contact lenses.

This appearance actually concealed two-thirds of her original appearance, and Han Jian himself was surprised how he judged that it was her at a glance.

The two security guards probably found out that this man Leng Xianglan knew, so they closed the door with interest, and the music that was not too noisy dispersed at once, making Leng Xianglan's face quietly stained with a trace of embarrassment in this silent atmosphere.

Should she say hello first? Said indifferently: Hi, long time no see!

Or ask in a cold voice: Why are you here?

Or sparsely and ordinarily entertain: Is Han Shao drinking tea or drinking some red wine?

Oh, he probably wouldn't be in the mood to drink red wine with her here, so......

Her thoughts were interrupted by the squeak of another door, it was the two dancers who had just entered the room and went to change their clothes first, the two saw Han Jian's unfamiliar face, walked over quickly, and protected Leng Xianglan left and right, one of them should be a boy in his early 20s, with beautiful eyebrows and eyes, handsome facial features, and youthful vitality, which is synonymous with the so-called little fresh meat nowadays, he seems to be full of hostility: "Sister Xianglan, who is he?" ”

Han Da Boss didn't pay attention to him, but looked at Leng Xianglan's clothes from top to bottom, and forcefully stopped Leng Xianglan from wanting to answer: "You go and change your clothes first." ”

Leng Xianglan subconsciously sighed, and then when she turned around, she realized that this was obviously her territory, and it was really out of line.

He turned around and said to the two backup dancers with relief: "It's okay, you guys go back first, be careful on the road." ”

"But Brother Xiang ......"

"Okay, don't worry about me." Without waiting for the boy to finish speaking, Leng Xianglan snatched the conversation and took them away before going inside.

Han Jian leisurely leaned in front of the dressing table, and filtered through their conversation just now in his mind:

Brother Xiang?

Scold!