Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

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Feng Lingxue wrapped a silk ribbon around a jade foot. The whole exquisite body jumped up the thin silk ribbon, and the red skirt was in the air blooming a gorgeous flower ...

Gosh.

Take a breath of air-conditioning.

Even Tang Moer's clear pupils shrank. She practiced dancing since she was a child. It took 20 years to practice pole dancing.

Among the one million girls, it is difficult to have a pole dance.

Now Feng Lingxue turns the ribbon into a steel tube, and the entire flexible body is turned on the ribbon, jumping, dancing ...

This dance is stunning and dazzling.

It is said that the dancers in the world are not as good as Feng Lingxue, and Tang Moer can't help but be admired by him.

There is no such thing as a stunner.

All eyes slowly moved upward along the stunning figure, everyone raised their heads, because Feng Lingxue had danced to the sky.

The dazzling crystal chandelier is brightly plated down, and the stunning figure is as bright as the sun and the moon.

For a moment, Shuyuan was overshadowed.

Soon, Feng Lingxue disappeared.

She disappeared into the sky.

--- Well, what about Feng Lingxue?

--- Why is she gone?

--- Oh my God, her dance just now is unheard of. No wonder so many men have followed her for her sake.

All men talked and all women were blushing with jealousy.

She wanted to humiliate her. How could she surprise the audience with a pole dance?

For women, the difference is too great.

"Silver King, I didn't expect Feng Lingxue's dancing to be so attractive, I don't know what her price is. I would like to invite her for a meal." A boss walked to Xuan Ying's side.

Xuan Ying looked at the place where her stunning figure disappeared, looked at it for a few seconds, and then drew back her gaze. His handsome face had no expression on his face, but the dark-colored glaze had a dark and dark shadow. He lifted his thin lips and spit out a word, "Go!"

The boss was stiff, and his scalp was numb quickly. He just felt that he had been looked at by Satan from Hell.

"Okay, King of the Silver Face, I'll get out now!"

That boss rolled away.

Xuan Ying copied the trousers pocket with one hand, and the bright light was plated on his handsome face, but he was dark and gloomy.

At this moment, his henchmen stepped forward, "Wang, the banquet will begin soon."

Xuan Ying turned and walked away. "Tell President Zhu that I have something to worry about and leave first."

"Yes."

...

Outside the banquet hall, pedestrians on the road retreated to both sides, and they looked at the people in fear.

Mysterious shadows came out. The man wore a black windbreaker over the black shirt. The black leather shoes on his feet were replaced with heavy black military boots. The trousers were bundled into the military boots. The cold wind blowing at night brought him The windbreaker slammed loudly.

Wanton, dark and mad.

Behind him were a few men in black, with guns bulging around his waist.

All passers-by lowered their heads in fear.

Xuan Yingmu walked across the lawn without squinting. At this time, he walked to a remote place. A man stood in the grass, carrying his back, his pants down, holding a piece of clothing to do a very insignificant thing. He also cursed, "Well, Feng Lingxue, I'll kill you this bitch-man!"

Just now Feng Lingxue took off her coat before dancing and threw it out on the head of this boss.

After watching the dance and sniffing the fragrance from this dress, the man couldn't help it immediately.

Xuan Ying's footsteps paused, and those ink-colored glazed eyes narrowed quickly, dangerous and bloodthirsty.

He turned around and came behind the boss.

He reached out and patted the boss's shoulder.

Good things are interrupted, the boss turns his head, "Who is doing bad things for Lao Tzu ... Yeah, King of Silver Face."

Xuan Ying slowly hooked his lips, and those ink-colored glazed eyes were stained with bloodthirsty scarlet, but his tone was soft and light, "Well, I'll kill you first, okay?"

"Silver King ... Ah!"

Xuan Ying's hand looked down, and he squeezed a hand of blood through his pants.

The screams were ups and downs, and finally the boss fainted.

Xuan Ying turned and walked away, handed a wipe to his heart, he wiped his hands repeatedly, lazy and careless.

There was a **** smell in the air.

...

On the roof.

Feng Lingxue was sitting on the roof alone, her exquisite figure leaned back, and she was supported by the slender arms.

The red skirt below was shaken by the evening wind, exposing her two thin and white beautiful legs, and it was absolutely stunning.

Now, my ears are silent.

The world is also quiet.

She gently closed Yujie like a small fan, enjoying the quietness of a person at the moment.

Then came the voice, "Ms. Feng, we have the silver-faced king, please."

Someone came.

so fast.

Feng Lingxue opened her eyes, then stood up, "Oh, I see."

...

Feng Lingxue was taken to the luxury car, and the extended version of the luxury business car was inlaid with gold --- X.

The man opened the rear door. "Miss Feng, please."

Feng Lingxue lifted her foot and got on the luxury car.

Xuan Ying sat on the sofa, leaning back lazily on the sofa, smoking a cigar between his fingers.

The blue smoke diffused his handsome face, and his glazed eyes lifted, and he glanced at her gently.

"Silver King, do you ask me to come here for something? Did my dance just make you fall down, do you want me to dance for you alone?"

"Okay, but the price has to be negotiated. It was free for a while. Now it will be charged."

Xuan Ying reached out and clasped Feng Lingxue's Hao wrist, pulling it hard.

With a thump, Feng Lingxue knelt beside his leg.

Feng Lingxue was indeed precious in Gillian's room. This kneeling quickly raised her eyebrows. "Silver King, you hurt me."

Xuan Ying stretched out her two slender fingers and pinched her small jaw, forcing her to raise her eyes. Now she is kneeling and he is sitting. Such a condescending posture can easily put him in a strong position under control. Come to this set, you thought I was the shadow brother, you shouted a pain, I ca n’t bear to kiss you? ”

Mentioned before, Feng Lingxue did not speak.

Xuan Ying opened the box beside him with his big palm in his hand. "Look what is this?"

Feng Lingxue's eyes narrowed, her eyes faint, a full case of RMB.

Xuan Ying picked up a piece of Renminbi and patted her with a stunning cold face, smiling sarcastically, "Do you like it? Your favorite."

Three years ago, she despised him.

Three years later, he smashed money into her face.

Feng Lingxue had delicate skin, and red marks quickly appeared where he had been photographed. "Silver King, what do you want to buy?"

"What to buy? Of course ... buy you one night."

He had kissed her once before.

Whenever he touched her, she always blushed and refused. He used to think she was shy. Now he understands that she wants to sell for a good price.