Thinking of this, An Ran kept standing on tiptoe and jumping in the crowd, trying to see the situation in the center of the crowd. Upstairs, among the people who were watching the excitement, a young man said something to another man, and the man immediately looked at An Ran, and then his face was black, and the man at the beginning began to watch the show.

As if he sensed that something was wrong with the people around him, his lips were kissed, and his voice was gentle, "Master, but what did you see?" As the words fell, the light veil covering the woman's face was gently blown up by the wind, and below was a picture of a country and a city. The man didn't pay attention to her, just kept looking at the crowd below.

An Ran finally squeezed into the innermost, it turned out to be a group of women fighting and dancing, and then some rich sons and brothers in the audience were throwing money and shouting, An Ran suddenly thought of a good way, and jumped on the stage amid the shouts of everyone.

Everyone had seen it well, but when they saw a man coming up to make trouble, they immediately started to make a noise. And the old bustard of Yanhualou also walked out at this time, "This master, looking at your temperament, it doesn't look like you're here to make trouble, but the slave family really can't see what else can the master do besides smashing the field?"

An Ran looked at the bustard in front of him who seemed to be about to eat himself, and he was not stage frightened at all. He smiled to himself, "I'm sorry, I'm really not here to smash the field." Mom, look at my thin arms and legs, where can I smash your field!"

"Then what are you going to do?!" the old bustard raised his eyebrows, and his voice increased, as if An Ran would have broken up her five horses if she didn't explain why she came today. An Ran threw a wink at the old bustard, she was already beautiful, but now she was wearing men's clothes, standing under the lights, in the center of the stage, she looked even more handsome and handsome.

An Ran snapped his fingers at the musician, and then whistled, "music!" Although the musician couldn't understand An Ran's words, he still understood through her movements that she wanted to accompany herself. As the music played, An Ran pulled the woman closest to him, and then picked her chin lightly.

Hugging the three people who were watching the excitement, the young man couldn't help laughing, while the other person's face was even more stinky. "Who is he?Does the master know him?" Hearing the woman's question, the Qingjun boy laughed even more, and the other coughed lightly, "Feng, I see that you have been too idle lately!"

"Master, my subordinates don't dare!" As soon as the Qingjun man heard the master next to him speak, he immediately put away his smile and pretended to be very serious. "Heh, she's an inconsequential person!" he said, hugging the woman beside him, as if to give her the support she wanted.

Downstairs, An Ran followed the rhythm, one beat at a time, through the movements of knees, ankles, soles, heels, and soles, combined with the body's lifting, tilting, and hip swinging, driving the dance steps to move, making the dance steps undulating and continuous, and the dance posture was gorgeous and elegant.

The female companion next to her and her danced in the process, the limbs were entangled, the body was close together, and then the hips had to be twisted, An Ran's hands on both sides of the dancer's body indescribably depicted her figure, all of which made her feel unprecedented shame, her little face was already covered with red glow, and the audience seemed to enjoy it very much, and the body was uncontrollably swaying, with a lewd face.