After the random killings in variety shows, the crazy beauties successfully got out of the circle

Chapter 87 Aloof and cold-hearted black swan!
She and Fu Qihuai walked to the end of the corridor.

"I told you before that Patriarch Tan was depressed. Although it is better now, it cannot be ignored."

Fu Qihuai's eyes turned cold suddenly, "I know."

It's time for the Fu family to tidy up!
"Then I'm going to write the prescription now."

Yan Guican walked into the room.

A few minutes later, a prescription smeared with the fragrance of ink came into view. The handwriting was wild and sharp, revealing a sense of boldness and unrestraint.

Yan Guican packed the leather bag and got up, "Do you have a dance practice room here?"

Fu Qihuai shook his head, "No."

"Oh." Yan Guican looked pale, and was about to go out to find a dance studio.

Fu Qihuai's heart tightened, and he subconsciously reached out to grab her wrist.

"I'll take you outside later, it's too dangerous for you to be alone."

Mozhou is no better than Huaguo. It has always been a world of power and authority. It is not afraid of rules and the weak prey on the strong.

Yan Guican was beautiful, once he went out, if no one followed him, he would be the target of public criticism.

At this time, Fu Qihuai completely forgot the previous scene where Yan Guican went out to fight alone and returned.

Yan Guican did not refuse, "Okay."

Seeing her promise, Fu Qihuai turned his attention to the thin wrist in his hand. It felt warm and smooth to the touch, as if it could be broken with a little force, and his heart itched unbearably.

Fu Qihuai couldn't help rubbing it with his fingertips, and the next moment, the soft catkin in his palm held him back and tugged hard.

A click.

Fu Qihuai let go subconsciously, his wrist made a strange arc, which made people's hearts skip a beat.

His face was still calm, without frowning.

"Don't move your hands or feet." Yan Guican's face was ugly.

"Row."

Fu Qihuai nodded, letting his fingers hang by his side, there was no trace of anger in his eyes.

Fu Bai even read a trace of pride from his eyes.

Fu Bai: "..."

I didn't expect the boss of his family to have such attributes!
After the people left, Fu Qihuai shifted his gaze to his right wrist, grasped it with his left hand, pushed it up and down, with skillful movements and calm eyes, as if his hand was not a part of his body.

Five minutes later, Fu Qihuai finished his confession and went out with Yan Guican.

Passers-by and vehicles looked at the black totem flag flying in front of the car, and avoided it far away.

Yan Guican thought secretly.

Several major forces in Mozhou are entrenched and divided. The Tan family is an ancient martial arts family in Mozhou, which has been passed down for hundreds of years.

A few days ago, I heard from Yanhuo that not only the Tan family, but also the Yan family will participate in this Mozhou martial arts conference.

The Yan family has been hidden for several years, but now that it appears, Mozhou is bound to undergo a major reshuffle...

Fu Qihuai looked sideways, with soft eyebrows and eyes, "What are you thinking?"

Yan Guican came back to his senses, "It's nothing, how long is it?"

"A few minutes." Fu Qihuai controlled the steering wheel.

When the car arrived at the venue, the manager was already waiting at the door.

"Young Master Tan, please come in."

Fu Qihuai nodded indifferently, and went in with Yan Guican.

The manager looked at the woman next to Fu Qihuai, concealed his shock, and became more respectful towards Yan Guican.

The two went up to the seventh floor, the door opened, the eyes were bright and wide, a large floor-to-ceiling window shone in, surrounded by three mirrors.

There is also a changing room next to it, horizontal bars, yoga balls and a series of relaxing items, all available.

Fu Qihuai looked around and turned to look at her, "How is it?"

Yan Guican nodded, "Yes."

Seeing that he was satisfied, Fu Qihuai smiled, "Then go and change your clothes first."

Yan Guican went in with the black bag.

When I came out, the dance room was empty.

Yan Guican didn't care, and used his mobile phone to connect to the speaker.

Soothing soft music flowed out, and she stretched her long legs, doing warm-up moves on the horizontal bar.

Outside the door, Fu Qihuai was sitting on the sofa, looking at the tall and beautiful girl inside through the glass, secretly rejoicing.

Fortunately, everyone was cleared out.

After finishing the warm-up, Yan Guican changed the song.

The tone of the song is light and melodious, and Yan Guican spun along the rhythm, his movements are neat and clean, stable and powerful, with a strong sense of rhythm.

Fu Qihuai watched intently, fascinated.

Yan Guican was tall, with slender limbs. Against the background of the black clothes, his skin looked fair and translucent, and his long hair was tied up.

He seemed to be able to see the sweat dripping down Yan Guican's neck, like an aloof and cold black swan, rejecting others thousands of miles away.

(End of this chapter)