Yan Qing threw Qi Ming at the corner of the building casually. He hugged his shoulders and looked coldly at the man and woman in the bright lights and wine. Is he less knowledge or is this the world like this? ** is like a fire, which burns the building with fire, but these people are so comfortable. Aren’t they afraid of playing with fire?

He shook his head and was about to leave, but at this moment, the door behind him opened with a "swallow!"

Xiu'er walked out of the door with her head curled up. She glanced at Yan Qing and lowered her head again. She hurriedly left without giving Yan Qing a chance to apologize.

Yan Qing grinned and pushed Qi Ming back to the bed. Nangong Shu was drinking alone, but he seemed to have changed a little.

"Your heart rate is very fast." Yan Qing walked over and sat down.

"How do you know?" Nangong Shu puzzled, covering his chest.

"You hear...bang bang bang bang...haha!" Yan Qing couldn't help laughing. He snatched the wine from Nangong Shu's hand and drank it all. He asked again: "Tell me quickly, what did she do to you?"

Nangong Shu said slowly: "She just made a bet with me. She said that as long as I look at her face, I will no longer be interested in her."

"There is something wrong with her face?"

"Yes, do you know why she is hooking her head? That's because there is a birthmark on her left face."

"That's a very serious problem. A woman can grow a birthmark anywhere, but she can't grow on her face. No matter how good her mold looks, she can only be an ugly girl. But... what?"

"How could I be interested in an ugly girl? So I let her go."

"She must be very sad when she left. No wonder I just saw her look, lost, self-deprecating, and helpless."

"Isn't this the result she wants? Escape from me and don't drink with me. She should be happy if she achieves her goal."

Yan Qing sniffed the wine glass gently on the tip of his nose. He shook his head and smiled, "Nangong Shu, you always like to lie. You clearly ate a glass of her toast, but you said there was no."

Nangong Shu slanted his eyes and didn't speak. He wanted to know how Yan Qing knew.

"Because there is a fragrance on this cup, elegant and fresh, Miss Xiu'er is full of this spice, very special. There is her unique fragrance on this cup, she must raise the cup with her hands. After raising the cup, she will definitely pour the wine into your mouth."

"You are so smart. You can even recognize women when you smell the fragrance."

"More than that!" Yan Qing raised the wine pot again, and he smelled it again at the mouth of the pot. Finally, he said with satisfaction: "It's really interesting. It seems that Miss Xiu'er not only feeds you a toast, but also drinks a punishment for wine."

Nangong Shu raised his eyebrows and asked, "Can you even smell her saliva?"

"Smell it! There is her red lips on the mouth of the pot... Why should you make things difficult for a good girl?"

"I am in a dilemma because she is a good girl. I don't like the rouge and water powder below."

"Oh? Then look at that girl with rouge powder?" Yan Qing pointed to the stage outside the window with her chin--

The courtesan has come out, a beautiful beauty, painted silk, wide-sleeved pomegranate skirt, a little cinnabar between the eyebrows, clear eyes as water, fiery red lips, and skin as jade... The beauty of the world.

Nangong Shu looked at the beauty and pursed her lips: "If this kind of beauty comes out, then someone should wake up."

Qi Ming suddenly got up from the bed, his eyes were not even hazy at all, very clear and bright. He sat beside Nangong Shu and Yan Qing in a few steps. He called out, "Do you also come to see the beauty?"

Some people are not awake, they are waiting for the person who deserves to wake him up.

Yan Qing curled his lips, and he patted Qi Ming on the shoulder and said solemnly: "Hongyan is even more deadly than your spear."

Qi Ming stared at the stunning beauty and said, "No matter what beauty is, I only know that my spear can kill anyone, but I will never kill her!"

Nangong Shu pursed his lips and said, "I wonder how you, a person who burns incense and worships Buddha all day long, would fall in love with this dancer."

"Shh...you see--" Qi Ming pointed to the stage and focused.

The beauty is dancing.

The music and song started first, and the piano and flute were played. The stage suddenly hangs several red silk admirations, which selfishly imprisoned the beauty in the center.

"Now I finally know why the third floor of the dance was set up - the beauty's dance was only for the people on the third floor."

In a dance, the blood jade flying flowers were flying. The beauty opened her hands gently, and there was a red petal in her hand, as red as blood.

Is it a piece?

More than one piece.

She raised her palm and threw the bloody red flower into the air-"Swish!" A thought of the flowers blooming, the red flowers blooming, and the fallen flowers turn into rain and fly all over the sky...

Some people sighed, some people missed each other, and some people missed each other, so she started dancing, starting three steps, moving her style in one step, making prosperity in two steps, and entering the world in three steps. How many gentlemen’s hearts have been destroyed by just three steps?

"Did you see it?" Nangong Shu blinked and asked suddenly.

"What's so beautiful? I think that wherever she stands, it's a scenery that makes people hide from the curtains, not to mention the contrast of petals?" Yan Qingke never used such a long sentence to describe a woman.

Qi Mingze had cold eyes and said coldly: "I can see that she is crying."

Nangong Shu nodded and said, "She is crying, the beauty is crying, her heart is broken. Did she do it on purpose?"

"She didn't mean it!" Qi Ming left this sentence and rushed out of the window.

"He's going to cause trouble." Yan Qing and Nangong Shu also got up and went to the window. They were not afraid of trouble, but more like watching a good show.

Qi Ming took a few steps to the beauty and fell to the side of the beauty. He held the beauty in his arms regardless of the feelings of others.

"It's you again?" The beauty recognized Qi Ming.

"Your dance is only worthy of dancing for me." He came back with the petals again, and after returning, he closed the window. Later, he glanced at Yan Qing and Nangong Shu: "You can't watch either."

Yan Qing and Nangong Shu looked at each other, and they walked out of the room with a wry smile.

Nangong Shu leaned against the door and sighed: "He drove us away because he didn't want us to get in the way of him. He also had the purpose of letting us guard the door of the house."

Yan Qing also shook his head and complained: "The beauty belongs to everyone, but he insists on taking it privately, which is a big trouble in trouble!"

The trouble soon came. There were at least two or three hundred men in the building. In addition to the girls watching the fun, the third floor was surrounded in an instant.

"Super Miss Qu'er!"

"Super Miss Qu'er!"

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Chapter completed!