Dancing Youth: Evil and Rebellious Girl

Chapter 673
"No?" Zuo Zhe took the cigarette handed over by Fang Lin and bit it in his mouth: "If there is no one, there is no other way."

Shangguan Lu gritted her teeth, looked at Zuo Zhe's side face, this cold and charming face: "You are embarrassing me."

At the end of the sentence, he quickly turned to Ye Ziye, it must be her and Zuo Zhe who were sowing discord.

Last time, she intentionally committed suicide in front of Zuo Zhe to win his sympathy and trust, and successfully regained the position of young hall master.

It is impossible for Zuo Zhe to embarrass her so coldly in such a short period of time, it must be a good thing she did.

Ye Ziye accepted her hostility, turned her face away as if she would ignore it, and reached for the beer.

Zuo Zhe calmly stopped her: "Okay, you drank three bottles tonight."

She pursed her lips when she heard the words, and stood up a little bored: "Xiao Qin, I will accompany you to dance."

"I'll accompany you? Did you make a mistake in the subject?" Qin Jun reminded her amusedly that Ye Ziye's Chinese sometimes made jokes.

"That's right, it's Ye Ziye who is accompanying you, Xiao Qin." She pulled him and pushed him outside: "I think you are quite pitiful, you don't have a girlfriend, come on, let me dance with you, to support you. "

The tone was very calm and heroic, and Qin Jun couldn't laugh or cry: "Okay, okay, whoever calls you the biggest will do whatever you say."

Suddenly everyone laughed.

Zuo Zhe was laughing, but Shangguan Lu couldn't laugh because Zuo Zhe ignored her.

And she didn't like this feeling more and more. In the past, Zuo Zhe was a tough guy, and he wouldn't be moved by a girl.

Now Zuo Zhe is less and less like him, and there is only one person in his eyes.

Ye Ziye and Qin Jun danced vigorously on the dance floor, their sexy bodies swayed unsteadily, and they were extremely hot.

The punks next to her all cast surprised glances at her and exclaimed, "Sister Zhe, you're doing great!"

She reiterated tirelessly: "Call me Ye Ziye."

"Sister Zhe, it's so cool."

Persevering: "Or midnight."

"Sister Zhe, that's great."

"..." Speechless.

But her high spirits were unstoppable, her swaying body, her slender legs twisted from side to side, and her stilted buttocks swayed like an electric motor.

Everyone stopped, male and female, clapping and screaming around her.

It's clear she's a master at dancing.

(End of this chapter)