The businesswoman counterattack: the prince is obediently pressed by me

Chapter 162 Suling Pavilion (1)

"Next, Sulingge Lan Bingling." Announcing the next contestant.

A plum blossom between the eyebrows is reflected on the fair face, as if falling on the pure white snow, it is coquettish and impermanent.With his lips parted slightly, he hesitated to speak, and turned his head to look at Mo Ziyi who was sitting alone among the crowd.

"Ling'er." With her legs crossed and her chin propped up, she gazed vaguely at Lan Bingling across the crowd in the middle, and her voice was soft but powerful, quieting the surroundings.

Lan Bingling replied: "Mom, what are your orders?"

Mo Ziyi hooked his fingers in her direction, "Come here."

Grasping the red silk tightly in his hand, he walked up to Mo Ziyi in a few steps, "Mom."

Mo Ziyi pulled up the corner of the red silk in her hand and looked at it for a moment, the red silk was washed white and had a few holes.

"Here." Mo Ziyi took out a brocade box from behind and handed it to Lan Bingling.

"This is..." Lan Bingling didn't understand what Mo Ziyi meant.

"Open it and have a look." Mo Ziyi returned to the original position.

Lan Bingling curiously opened the brocade box, her eyes were blood red, she touched it uncontrollably, the slippery touch made Lan Bingling's heart tremble.

"Hong, Hongling." She trembled a few times before she could speak clearly.

Mo Ziyi nodded, smiled and signaled her to put on a new one, throwing away the original red silk.

Lan Bingling is a nostalgic person, how can she lose the red silk that has been with her for many years, she looks at the old red silk in her left hand, and at the new red silk in her right hand, it is difficult to choose between the two.

One is the old love, who has witnessed her growth over the years, and the other is the new love, which may be the key to helping her win the game tonight.

The lower lip was bitten, and blood seeped out. He gritted his teeth and put the old love in the brocade box cruelly, and said to Mo Ziyi: "Mom, please help me put it away."

The eyes were so sincere that one couldn't bear to reject her, Mo Ziyi took it hesitantly, and nodded invisibly.

Only then did Lan Bingling feel relieved, looked at the brocade box reluctantly, and said silently: "Wait for me to come back."

"Go." Mo Ziyi urged her.

She nodded obediently, squeezed her new love tightly, and walked forward resolutely, as if rushing to the battlefield of death, life and death are unknown.

There is no accompanying sound, the sound of rain is used as the sound, there is no light to illuminate, and the surroundings are illuminated with dumb yellow lamps.

She bent down and put her face on her lap, clasped Hong Ling tightly with both hands and hugged her head, and bent her legs slightly forward.

Close your eyes and listen to the sound of rain.When the nearest drop of rain brushed past her ears, she jumped up and twirled in the air, spreading her hands, and the red silk in her hands moved with her, forming petals to surround her.

At this moment, it was as if time stood still.

The next moment, she returned to the ground, stood on one foot, tilted and rotated her body, retracted the red silk, held it in the palm of her hand, and hit the middle with all her strength, like a flower bud blooming.

She retracted the red silk abruptly, bent down, and landed on the other foot, froze.When everyone was wondering why she stopped, she raised her left foot, using her right foot as a support point, bent sideways and hit Hong Ling.

Then it jumped and flew up, paused in mid-air and then turned around and flew back, Hong Ling spun slightly on her body.

When she stood still, she bent back and shot Hong Ling.

Once the dance is done, there is no song but madness.

The audience is full of applause.

Lan Bingling was panting, but when she heard the applause from below, she slowly straightened her waist, and the corners of her mouth also raised an arc.

"The little girl is making a fool of herself."

Mo Ziyi looked at Lan Bingling on the stage, and was influenced by others to clap her hands too.

Lan Bingling on the stage seemed to feel something, she turned her head to look at Mo Ziyi, seeing her clapping her hands, she wanted to cry for no reason.

　Are you satisfied with the guest here at Suling Pavilion?It's often a tune, and if it's a bit boring, I'll dance to adjust it.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)