Dancing youth: mistakenly provoking a black ruffian

Chapter 239 Very Helpless and Reluctant

He is the best in this way, the best for others.

When he is friendly and friendly, if he is very interested in someone, it means that that person is facing disaster.

Wei Ziqi is so domineering, Lan Hao has no idea to play with him, he must be thinking about his future situation.

Otherwise, with Lan Hao's character of vengeance, how could he easily let Wei Ziqi go.

"Yeah." His heart was moved, he knew that Lan Hao treated him well.

Turned around and said to the others: "It's okay, let's continue dancing."

Wei Ziqi in the crowd glared at Lan Hao, gritted his teeth, wishing he could rush forward to fight, but Wei Sihan kept dragging him along.

The music sounded again, and everyone returned to their positions, facing the mirror, and turning their bodies to the beat of the music.

At this time, Lan Hao slowly opened his eyes and looked at the group of people in front of him.

There were about ten people, and they followed the movements of the dancer, dancing again and again.

Some people follow up, and some people lag behind.

Uneven, like a plate of loose sand.

He couldn't help frowning, this kind of dance was worse than the dancers in their dance workshop.

Although they have no professional training, at least they have mastered the essence of dance steps, which are integrated with music.

Can't help but sneer again.

Create boy groups like TVXQ and SuperJunior?
It's really a generous smile, an idiot talking in sleep.

Too lazy to look any further, he narrowed his eyes again, his mind replayed their clumsy dance moves like a reflection tape.

Inexplicably a little irritable, a little restless, with a lot of thoughts.

Suddenly the music in the dance room stopped, and then everyone shouted respectfully: "Boss Zheng."

The sound of leather shoes, stepping on the floor, shaking and walking towards Lan Hao quickly.

"You're finally here?" It was surprise, it was unbelievable.

Lan Hao opened his eyes, raised his head, and looked at Zheng Guangsen in front of him, the man who was almost beaten by him last time.

At this moment, as if seeing a treasure, he looked at himself excitedly.

It seems that for his arrival, it is like a gift from heaven, like a sudden shower in the sky, nourishing the dry and withered desert.

Compared to his excitement and joy, Lan Hao just looked down lazily, lowered his head, and took off the left earplug.

Standing up at the slowest speed, he let out a long breath, looking very helpless and unwilling.

"Yeah." Just a monotonous voice.

"Can we talk again?" Zheng Guangsen almost begged: "What conditions do you want? We can discuss it in detail."

(End of this chapter)