After the rebirth, she became a national male god

Chapter 6

Qingyan searched around the room, and finally found his yellow Pikachu pillowed under Yan Jue's face.

Just when Qingyan was thinking about how to get the yellow Pikachu back, Yan Jue frowned suddenly, and made an angry purr like a cat's meow, so frightened that Qingyan didn't even have time to put on his clothes, and ran out quickly .

Su Qingyan who returned to the room was confused.

Why did she run to Yan Jue's room last night?

What happened to them again?
Did you do anything less than a beast?
I think should not be?
Su Qingyan is not a person who likes to dig into dead ends.

Since I can't remember it, I just pretend it never happened.

She threw away her clothes freely, went into the bathroom and took a shower, then changed into fresh clothes and went out again.

……

Ten at noon.

Yan Jue's phone rang, and he woke up from his sleep contentedly, and answered the phone.

"I said Yan Jue, what's the matter with you? The sun is drying your ass, why haven't you come to the company yet? Don't tell me such nonsense about traffic jams on the road. I just checked the road conditions. From your home to the company The road is very smooth, if you don't come to the company again, if the people on the board of directors tear me apart, you can wait to cry to my grave!"

Gu Lingyun's mourning voice came from the other end of the phone.

He chattered for a long time, but got no response, and roared angrily.

"Yan Jue, did you hear what I said? Believe it or not, I will kill your house right now, hack you to death, and then five cents..."

"I'll be there in half an hour."

Before Gu Lingyun could finish his chatter, Yan Jue said something in a deep voice and hung up the phone.

Yan Jue's eyes were gloomy and drooping, bursts of coldness surged out like knives, his anger slammed against the rocks like raging waves, and the killing intent gushed out uncontrollably.

He dropped his phone and got off the bed, took out a pair of tweezers and a transparent sealed bag from the toolbox, and returned to the bedside.

The yellow Pikachu pants left on the pillow were picked up by tweezers and stored in a sealed bag.

With dark eyes, he threw the tweezers into a garbage bag, and stuffed the sealed bag into a drawer, waiting for an opportunity to secretly take it for DNA testing.

He wanted to see which woman who had eaten the heart of a bear dared to sneak into his bed.

Last night, he was afraid that Su Qingyan would wake up without a key to open the door, so he deliberately didn't lock the door.

Later, because of insomnia, he took two sleeping pills with whiskey, so he slept so deeply that he gave her a chance to take advantage of it.

Fortunately, he was still wearing the last pair of trousers, otherwise he would definitely find that woman in a frenzy - and tear her apart.

……

After Qingyan left home, he first bought a newspaper at the newsstand.

Although it is the age of mobile phones, everyone likes to read the news with their mobile phones, but Qingyan is still used to buying a newspaper every day to read.

She likes the feeling of flipping through the paper.

Holding the newspaper, she called a car to go to Tianwu Studio.

On the way, she opened the newspaper and read it casually.

Sure enough, I saw the news about her big funeral yesterday in the entertainment section, and it also included a blurry photo, which should have been secretly taken with a mobile phone during the chaos.

The content of the will was not announced in the news, but at the strong request of Song Mingxun, her body was finally preserved, and the suicide note was also sent to the judiciary for firmness.

She didn't expect the truth to come out after such a fuss, so she was quite satisfied with the result.

Tianwu studio is a store that integrates dance teaching and dance studio rental.

Qingyan checked the memory of the original owner before, and found that the original owner especially likes chasing stars. Basically, she chased all the male stars who were tall and beautiful.

Recently, she has become obsessed with a super popular singing and dancing star called Baili Zhan.

This Baili Zhan is very good at fan marketing. In order to promote the enthusiasm of fans, he promised to select a fan dance troupe to participate in the whole tour at the concert, and he can dance with him.

When the original owner heard about this, he immediately gathered a group of friends to form a dance troupe, and rented a dance studio for rehearsal.

I just hope to be able to participate in the dance troupe assessment and be lucky enough to get in touch with my "husband".

There is no interest in such things as star chasing.

But she is very interested in the backup dancer.

When she first debuted earlier, she also danced for many celebrities, step by step from an unknown dancer to a star dancer, then promoted to a choreographer, and then to a famous dancer.

So Qingyan understands that being able to accompany a well-known singer and perform well on stage is an opportunity for her to return to the top.

Qingyan came to the door of the No. [-] dance studio according to her memory.

This is a very inner dance studio, located exactly at a [-]-degree angle, with the fire stairs in front and the corner wall next to it, which is a certain distance from other dance studios.

Rather than saying it is a dance studio, it would be more appropriate to say that it is the warehouse of Tianwu Studio.

Along the way, Qingyan was still very puzzled, why did the original owner spend money to rent such a dance studio?
When she walked to the door of the dance studio, she knew the reason.

Even through the thick soundproof panels, you can still hear the sound of disco dancing in the dance room. The music is vulgar, chaotic, and noisy, and it hurts the head of the listener.

Is this dancing practice?

Still playing disco during the day?

Qingyan rubbed the center of her eyebrows helplessly, pushed the door open and entered the dance studio.

Deafening voices spread like a devil, and the pungent smell of tobacco and alcohol permeated the entire dance room, and as the door opened, they scrambled to cover Qingyan.

The lights in the dance room were turned off. Two women and two men held wine bottles and mobile phones as flashlights, twisting their bodies wantonly in the center of the dance room, sweating.

They screamed frantically, venting their youthful vitality.

Suddenly, Gu Manli spotted Qingyan's figure, and rushed forward with a smile, wanting to hold her hand.

In the loud music, she could vaguely hear her shouting: "Brother Yan, come to rehearse!"

rehearse?

Is this how they rehearse?
Qingyan's eyes turned cold, and he raised his hand to turn on the lights in the dance studio, and then stepped forward to turn off the deafening music.

"Fuck! Who dares to turn off Lao Tzu's music? Turn it on for Lao Tzu."

Zhao Lianchen obviously drank too much, he didn't even see the light-spoken face clearly, so he roared in displeasure.

"Snapped!"

Qingyan stepped forward suddenly, slapped Zhao Lianchen on the face, and asked angrily, "Are you sober?"

(End of this chapter)