Mo Qingcheng didn't notice it, but still grinned, heartless and ruthless

"The beauty is like a jade, but unfortunately she is too vulgar, otherwise..." Mo Qingcheng looked very sincere with regret and wanted to speak, but instead reduced Luo Xier's displeasure.

So he chased and said

"I'm going to hide it from my daughter, I'm not here for myself..." After saying that, he winked at Luo Xier, indicating where the person who really wanted to hold the beauty...

Luo Xier looked suspiciously along Mo Qingcheng's gaze, and when she glanced at Mo Qinghan with a dark face, she was slightly stunned...

But Mo Qingcheng didn't give more eyes, and they just tidied up their clothes and said seriously.

“It’s time to start…”

Luo Xier was stunned, but said nothing... She just took two steps back to see how this person ended... She expected that this person could not take this ring...

But Mo Qingcheng was walking around the three beauties, then looked at one of the women in pink gauze dresses with a smile and said with a smile.

"You are Yanhong..."

The woman had bright eyes and white teeth, and her waist was soft and satiny. At this moment, she wore a light pink dance dress, which made her feel like she was a weak willow... The charm between her eyebrows was so charming... Mo Qingcheng could see that the charming aura was not done on purpose, but was born with it, just like that person... Even if she did nothing, she was naturally charming.

Mo Qingcheng's eyes became dark and dark. When he turned around, he looked careless again. He pretended to look at the moon, and then whispered softly with a hoarse voice.

"A song of broken candles and ink dance, I wish you endlessly. It's been years since we left, and your heart is gone. People don't forget each other in the world, the coldest heart of a dancer..." Mo Qingcheng chanted here and paused slightly. The next moment, he suddenly turned around, looked at the woman's eyes, and said softly.

"Since it's cold and thin, why do you need to cry and laugh with a strong smile?"

There is no rhyme, and there is even some sentence that is not even a sentence. Ordinary people may have no feeling at all, but just like a pearl, it keeps rolling down from the woman's eyes...

But the woman raised her delicate face, which was carved with beautiful jade. Although it was pear blossoms and rain, she still had a shallow smile. At this moment, she only looked at Mo Qingcheng with a slightly red face and choked up slightly.
Chapter completed!