Looking at the beautiful dance in front of her, Mu Xiaoxiao's eyes lit up, and sure enough, the dance of the Qinglou woman who had practiced hard was really beautiful.

At least Mu Xiaoxiao thinks so, she can't control other people, and she doesn't want to care.

"It's beautiful, it's beautiful." Mu Xiaoxiao began to slap her face, and said praisefully, without any ambiguity.

"Thank you for the compliment." Wuyue said unhurriedly.

It all made Mu Xiaoxiao take a look at Mu Wuyue.

"Do you know how to recite poetry?" Mu Xiaoxiao raised her eyebrows and continued to do the cold board, but when she met that line of sight, it would still be a little weaker.

"At what age have you been practicing?" Otherwise, how can it be so resilient?

Her body doesn't seem to have that toughness.

"Five years old." As soon as Wuyue said it, the repeated scenes were screened in my mind again and again.

"At that time, they were all treasures in the hands of their parents." Mu Xiaoxiao said with a sigh.

At that time, she was a treasure in the hands of her parents, but what about this dancing moon? But I had to start learning dance and other things.

Wuyue was just silent for a moment, and then began to change the topic, "Childe is not a local, right?" ”

Mu Xiaoxiao smiled lightly, "How can you see it?" "Is it because of talking? Is it because of the different accents?

"Accent." Wuyue still maintained a proper smile, and those who moved were a bit like the young ladies in a big family.

"I see, it seems that my stay in this town is too short." Otherwise, how can you make other people notice a different accent when you speak?

"The son is drinking, and the slave is playing a song to cheer up." Wuyue has experienced so many things, and she is also a person who knows how to measure, can speak with a face, knows how to cover, and doesn't know what kind of man will be able to get her in the future.

She relied on her body to make money, but Mu Xiaoxiao didn't have that feeling of discriminating against her.

After all, in this era, it seems that these Qinglou women are very hated by women other than Qinglou women.

Listening to the voice in his ears, the corners of Mu Xiaoxiao's mouth hooked up a smile.

And Qi Mingye was on the side, a little aggrieved, really a little aggrieved, watching his beloved woman actually prostitute a woman here, looking at a woman, how can it be a little unreasonable, right?

It's really a bit of a headache, it's a very headache.

I really wanted to drag him back and beat him up, but he still resisted it, and he suddenly remembered that there was a time when she seemed to sing to herself, but her own seemed to have beaten her.

Now that I think about it, I feel regretful, if I can erase the past, he will definitely erase the past, but I am afraid that one day she remembers, she can only change her thoughts and attitudes bit by bit.

Mu Xiaoxiao listened to the song and drank the wine alone, drinking very slowly.

She has rarely drunk alcohol, it should be said, she has never drunk liquor, and now she feels no discomfort?

Could it be that when you were drunk that day, you are not afraid of alcohol now? If that's the case, then I've practiced the amount of alcohol like this.

How did she know that the invisible Qi Mingye on the side had already changed the wine in her wine glass, and it was because of a little juice, not because her alcohol consumption had increased, was it because of other factors?

Wuyue was playing the piano and singing seriously, Mu Xiaoxiao's eyes occasionally lowered her head and poured wine, but most of them stayed on Wuyue's face, and Mu Xiaoxiao, who Qi Mingye had been watching, did not turn his eyes.

There is a good saying: when you look at others, others are also looking at you, and when you are looking at the scenery, others also look at you as a landscape.

Mu Xiaoxiao didn't know that Qi Mingye was here, and Wuyue wouldn't find out that there were three people in the other room, and the other person, they couldn't see it if they wanted to, unless the owner could let him see it, otherwise, they couldn't see it anyway.