Rebirth of the 92 Business Tycoon

It turns out that the previous delicacies were just appetizing side dishes. Is this the real feast? Her remark was not so much an inquiry as it was a notice.

When Feng Yiping was still there, Malika pulled on her skirt, waved her head, and twisted her waist. She already jumped up amorously, just like singing and dancing in Indian movies.

Feng Yiping doesn't really know much about dance. It's just that after watching a few Indian movies, he has some understanding of singing and dancing in Indian movies.

Of course, these understandings may be superficial, but they are undoubtedly correct. That is, because they are under strict control, even the scenes connecting the kisses are considered to be very out of the ordinary, so Indian film workers use dance forms to show I want to show all this.

So no matter what the theme of the movie is, it's love, war, or comedy. In the dances that are not very logically related to the plot of the movie, in addition to humorous and funny, there are some bold and **** elements.

As for why such a method can pass the censorship, there must be religious and cultural factors behind it.

His shallow understanding is also right.

In Indian classical culture, there is a "Dance Theory". The most important argument is "emotion" and "taste". It divides people's life into eight flavors, and "emotion" is one of the most important.

In Hinduism, Lord Shiva is revered as the **** of dance, so Indians believe that this kind of "love yu" is also a gift from the gods. Dance is used to express this restricted plot in some frames. Very popular and loved by the people.......

Now Feng Yiping naturally has no time to think about these theoretical questions. He is involuntarily attracted by the boldly dancing Marika in front of him.

Although he doesn't know how to appreciate dance, he can very directly conclude that dance can really express emotion more directly and enthusiastically than all other methods.

At the beginning, he was able to stare at Malika's figure with appreciative eyes more naturally, but as her performance became more and more bold and direct, gradually, Feng Yiping did not dare to look at her or be bold. Or soft eyes.

His gaze is getting lower and lower, his neck, um, this one is not appropriate, because he always sees the turbulent waves under his neck.

It was already turbulent enough, how can I see this.

So, I moved down to her flexible and energetic waist. No, it was not easy to look at there for a long time. Below the waist is the hip...

Then focus on her elegant skirt? Even worse, her veil is very transparent...

In the end, Feng Yiping, who can easily face many occasions, felt very uncomfortable and had to remove his glasses frequently.

However, just like in the movie, Marika, who is engaged in dancing, will pass directly from Feng Yiping's side and in front of his eyes from time to time, with a fragrant wind, and the skirt gently touches his body.

Sometimes, she would bend down and lower her head to meet Feng Yiping's eyes, or hold Feng Yiping's head with her hand, except for the hands, other parts are still dancing.

The combination of her body and eyes can make you directly see her heart and intentions, and that intention is, come on, come on, I want to...

The heat of the eyes can really be turned into softness by making steel.

Although there is no music, Feng Yiping feels that the whole room is full of music that can make your hormones rise rapidly, and the beat of that music is getting faster and faster.

Although the temperature management of the suite is definitely a first-class standard, Feng Yiping feels that he is getting hotter and hotter.

But he even put a pillow in his arms and didn't let go.

How dare to let go? He can control some impulses, but there are some instinctive reactions in the body, which are really beyond his control...

Finally, Malika clasped her hands, raised her left foot and right, and was so set in front of Feng Yiping, panting a little, just so bold, staring at Feng Yiping intently—this was her last move.

She saw that Feng Yiping's eyes lit up again, but immediately moved away.

Feng Yiping felt that he seemed to hear a faint sigh...

He looked at his watch and found out that it came just as it said, it made him intoxicated, tormented, restless..., a piece of dance, in fact, totaled less than six minutes.

He took a bottle of water, and walked to Marika, who was standing there, still wanting to talk, but also slightly lonely. Her hairstyle was a bit messy at this time, there was sweat on her forehead, and there seemed to be more on her belly.

Why am I looking there again?

"Very wonderful, very wonderful! Come on, take a break, drink some water,"

Malika took the water and threw it away, and put Feng Yiping's hand on her face along the way, her eyes blurred, "I...,"

This is really terrible. Feeling the softness and heat on her face, Feng Yiping felt that his heart was like a cowhide drum that was banged quickly, "dongdongdong".

"Please sit down," he said with a smile.

He felt his voice erratic and erratic, but he still resisted the urge to hug the man in front of him fiercely-even though he had looked forward to it more than once when he was watching her movie.

But he restrained, "It seems that I have a very good guide for visiting Bollywood,"

Malika, who had some brilliance in her eyes, dimmed when she heard that, she wrapped the long piece of cloth around herself, lowered her head and said, "You have a good rest,"

He didn't even look at Feng Yiping.

Well, this..., "Owen," Feng Yiping called.

Owen immediately came in from outside, "Help me take Miss Malika home,"

"Yes, boss,"

Feng Yiping sent Malika, who had been bowing her head, to the door, "Mika, thank you!"

She still didn't speak, turned around and glanced at Feng Yiping, and made a namaste ceremony gently and softly.

Feng Yiping watched Malika disappear into the corridor, turned and walked towards the room, the open door was gently closed by the other bodyguards.

The Yiren has gone, the fragrance still exists, and the soft and charming style is like a brand in this room.

Feng Yiping gave a hard hit on the back of the sofa chair. Originally..., alas!

He knew that the next night, he should not want to sleep, since that is the case, other people should not think about it. He dialed the phone, "Mike, bring everyone to my room for a meeting,"

After a while, Mike appeared in the hall and looked around pretendingly, "Ms. Malika has gone?"

Feng Yiping didn't believe that he hadn't noticed the movement just now, "What do you think?"

Mike chuckled and gave Feng Yiping a thumbs up.

What is there to praise for?

Owen really admired it.

Malika is **** and glamorous, it goes without saying ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Otherwise, he will not retain the original issue of "Playboy".

But this time, in front of Feng Yiping, what she showed was another side that could not be seen in the photos. Like the traditional oriental women in the impression, she was gentle and considerate, virtuous and generous, and considerate...

Owen didn’t know that China had IKEA rooms, he could go to the hall, the kitchen, and the boudoir. He was just rushing his feet. Such female paper is really rare.

Especially, whether it is the look of worship or the various boss-centered arrangements..., from many aspects, it can be clearly seen that she is obviously in a state of giving and asking for the boss-so envy!

But in such a situation, the boss can actually control it, which is really unreasonable.

If it is not clear that Feng Yiping now has two children, he will almost really have some bad doubts about Feng Yiping.

How did he do all this when he was only in his twenties, he was supposed to be impulsive, and even less resistant to beautiful women?

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Owen glanced at the lady in the back seat again in the rearview mirror. He really wanted to say something comforting.

He knows that for such a woman with excellent comprehensive conditions in all aspects, rejection is the biggest harm, and his young boss seems to be particularly good at doing this.

It's just that it's the boss, and he's really not good at talking.

But looking at the look of the person in the back seat, Mike, the big and thick, always felt a little sad.

Malika sat in the back seat so quietly, fixedly looking at the unattractive night view outside the window, and suddenly asked softly, "Owen, Mr. Feng, he..."

The words were only half said, because she didn't know how to ask.

Fortunately, Owen knew what she wanted to hear at this time, "Mr. Feng, he is a very responsible person!"