His Private Sweetheart

Leng Shuo closes his eyes and doesn't know how to vent. Suddenly, he thinks of drinking, which is probably the way men usually vent.

He got up, and all the people next to him got up.

Leng Shuo's eyes swept around and warned, "don't follow me."

"Brother, where are you going?"

"Don't worry about it. Just play with your own. Don't make trouble for me." Leng Shuo gave a cold warning, strode out of the door, got into his sports car and drove along the road towards the center of the city.

Leng Shuo walks aimlessly, looking for a bar to vent! I don't know if this road is the only bar that he likes! That's the one who went in last night.

Leng Shuo is so tired that he just wants to have a drink. The sports car rushes to the parking lot. His slender figure steps down and walks into the bar!

And in the direction of the back door, Jingyao just arrived. She hurried into the backstage. The manager was lecturing two new people. Seeing her coming, she immediately changed the beginning of the conversation, "Jingyao, usually come early, recently you are lazy in dancing."

"I'm sorry, manager. I'll be here early tomorrow." Jingyao answered, and the assistant who was waiting on her immediately found a new dance dress for her and handed it to her.

The cloth in hand is always so light and transparent, as if the manufacturer is reluctant to make more clothes.

Jingyao frowned, but didn't dare to express any opinions. She took it and went into the lattice to change it. She was still wearing a pair of Leggings with crystal sequins on her chest. Only a few straps were used to tie it, exposing her smooth back.

This kind of self, Jing Yao felt embarrassed, but she had no choice.

She took a new mask and put it on. She heard the manager talking about the arrangement of the list for a while. She was the last finale today. After the dance, it must be 12 o'clock. She hated the arrangement.

"Manager, can you let me leave work early? I'm afraid to go home alone."

"Scared? So you can find a guest who is interested in you to take you home? " The manager snorted and put up a orchid finger.

Jingyao breathes helplessly. It seems that she can't adjust the time, so she has to accept it.

While waiting in the backstage, she also practiced her dance steps. Since she was a child, she has received various kinds of training at home. She has got the certificate of CET-8 in piano, and her dancing skills are also highly appreciated. Even she is good at painting. But who knows, the place where her dancing talents are finally played is the bar!

It's amazing.

Jingyao has been a hardworking child since she was a child. Her family is superior and she never lacks money to attend any expensive training class.

Jingyao's body is soft and slender, and she is the best performer here. Even the staff here often see her practicing dance alone, and they have to show their spirits for a while.

"Sister Jing, I have an appointment with my boyfriend, otherwise, I will accompany you!" At eleven o'clock, the assistant said.

"It doesn't matter. Go on a date! I can leave alone later. " Jingyao smiles.

The manager is a man in his early thirties who is neither a man nor a woman. At the moment, he takes two bottles of wine and goes to the VIP stage. He leans over a middle-aged man and says, "Mr. Liu, I have performed Jingyao at the end according to the schedule. After the performance, it's more than 12 o'clock."

"Very good!" The man nodded with satisfaction, and his eyes showed a bad smile.

"If she doesn't want to be sent by you, you can do it your way. In a word, she's yours tonight." The manager said with a smile.

"Well, if I get it, you'll get it." The man patted the manager on the shoulder, more satisfied.

The manager left with a smile.

In a quiet corner of the hotel, there is only one man dominating a wine table. The dim light makes him like a dormant beast, which makes people dare not approach easily.

Leng Shuo poured the wine for himself. His mind was not on anything in the bar. He recalled the past life, the days when he tried to make a living with a knife, the moment when he became the king of hell for the sake of the task. He never thought about this kind of day again.

Time flowed away bit by bit. Finally, after a wave of performances, it was almost midnight. The host flew onto the stage and said to the audience with a smile, "next, it's our most exciting time. That's our final performance tonight. We'll have miss youyue dance to cheer us up. Friends who have been to the bar, As we all know, miss youyue's dance is the best in the whole city B. If you don't say anything, you'd better have a look! "

In the sound of the music, Jingyao's figure stepped forward. This time, she danced in the steel pipe dance. Her slender waist was as light as a swallow. She was doing praiseworthy actions on the steel pipe. With her seductive performance, all the men under the stage were full of blood. They wanted to rush to the stage and touch her slender waist.

In the dark, two bright eyes swept on the stage, is Leng Shuo, he did not expect to see the girl last night, today's she, as always attractive attention.When Jingyao dances, she doesn't like the eyes of the people in the stands. When she looks at the eyes that want to eat her, she will feel uncomfortable. Therefore, Leng Shuo is present, and she doesn't see it. If she sees it, she probably won't dance so well.

Finally, after a dance, Jingyao took a few deep breaths and stood on the stage to take a curtain call. When she raised her eyes, she suddenly saw a pair of different eyes in the corner.

That pair of eyes, cold, indifferent, unmoved.

Jingyao's eyes were slightly wide open for several circles, my God! He's here again? She thought of her attractive dance just now and her dress at the moment. She had a sense of shame in front of him. She covered her chest in a panic, and then quickly stepped down the steps, ready to leave.

At this time, a man stopped her, "miss youyue, it's late, our boss decided to send you home."

"Sorry, no need." Jingyao replied firmly.

"Our boss looks up to you when he gives you a present. Don't propose a toast instead of a fine drink." The young man immediately threatened.

Jingyao is still unmoved, "I don't need anyone to send it. Thank you for your boss's kindness."

"Hello, you..." What else do young men want to say.

Just then, behind Jingyao came a man's voice, "there is a seat in my car. Do you want to sit?"

Jingyao's heart beats suddenly. She turns her head and Leng Shuo's figure walks towards her. She doesn't even look at her. But he said that sentence just now.

Jingyao blurted out back to him, "think."