Male God, a Little Su

"it is good."

Su Yan glanced at her with a half-smile but not a smile. When she looked at people, her eyes were out of focus.

"No!" Jiang Chi's face was ashen, and he was the first to refuse.

What if she could dance? That can only give him Jiang Chi to dance alone.

"Jiang Chi—"

Su Yan tutted softly and stood up slowly with his arms supported, her lowered eyes like a butterfly flapping its wings.

"That's why everyone thinks I'm not worthy of you. Today, I hope that those flowers and plants who always want to steal men from me understand the truth." She walked briskly, as if floating in the clouds, her eyes swept across Yi Xue's face, and her lips curled up. , "In this world, if there is a man that I am not worthy of Su Yan. Then some people will be extremely poor for a lifetime, and I'm afraid they won't get it—"

She chose the classical song that Yixue performed on the first show that day.

The blue silk is scattered like a waterfall, and the light exudes a satin-like luster.

She was wearing a white dress that reached her ankles and was well tailored to frame her slender figure and her slender waist.

She casually stepped on the broken lights, as if stepping on the starlight. Her face was crimson, her eyes were like stars, and everything around her became her foil.

The pipa is deep, and the rhythm of the qin curls.

The woman's eyelids drooped, and there was a casual and moving aura between her eyebrows. The orchid finger is twisted, bent, and rotated. The white skirt is blooming, graceful and beautiful, lingering and gentle——

She has the feeling of an ancient woman's weak willow supporting the wind, and the free and easy laziness of a modern girl.

Watching her dance is a kind of enjoyment, without any intentional feeling, just dance quietly with the music.

Everyone was stunned.

Even Yi Xue, who was looking for trouble at the beginning, was determined. At this moment, she finally understood where the gap between the two was.

In Jiang Chi's chest, there was something scorching hot, clamoring to break out of the cage. There was no room for other people in his eyes at all, only a person not far away, standing under the broken light, like a goddess.

Bang, bang, bang—

It's the sound of a heartbeat.

He stood up suddenly, with a dark face, strode over and hugged Su Yan by the waist, turned around and left.

"Hey Teacher Jiang—"

"Brother Jiang Chi..."

A sudden change occurred, and everyone was in a trance.

Yi Xue chased after two steps, and suddenly lowered her head in loneliness.

Han Chaoqun shook his head, patted her on the shoulder, and comforted her with the tone of someone who had come over, "Take it easy, liking someone is never about whether she is good enough, but whether the other person likes them enough—"

So, from the beginning, Su Yan won.

To be favored can be fearless.

Especially since she is so good.

Yi Xue gave a wry smile, raised her head and poured a glass of wine, "I lost."

What she thought Su Ro was not worthy of Jiang Chi was just what she thought. In fact, that person was far less ordinary and ordinary than she appeared to be.

If she wants to debut, I'm afraid there will be many companies rushing to get her.

She didn't need to be Jiang Chi's foil and vassal at all, but she chose the most mediocre identity, standing beside Jiang Chi as a makeup artist.

No complaints -

Yixue asked herself, if it was her, could she do it?

The answer made her hesitate.

...

The elevator opened slowly.

With a gloomy breath, the man strode towards the room.

Su Yan narrowed her eyes, her lips were slightly red and swollen. With a smile, she grabbed his big palm with her slender and soft little hands, squeezed it between her fingers, and clasped his fingers tightly.