The cheongsam beauty becomes a god after the end of the law

He Chongtian only watched the lion dance demonstration once before going on stage.

Without stage fright, He Changtian changed into his lion costume while silently reciting the formula he just summarized to deepen his impression.

Amidst the noisy and orderly preparations, an anxious voice broke through the order.

"Master He, your legs are too long. None of the lion dance costumes we brought will fit you!"

Chen Xiangyin quickly put on the half-dressed top and turned to look at He Chongtian. The average size pants were less than seven inches on his legs.

Turning around, he found his handbag, took out his silver needle, squeezed through the busy crowd, and arrived in front of He Chongtian.

"Bring one more." Chen Xiangyin knelt on one knee in front of He Chongtian's feet and looked up at him.

The crowd was moving around, and the light was changing rapidly on his face. His sculpture-like facial features exuded an unparalleled heroic spirit.

Chen Xiangyin has never seen this angle of looking up.

The crane soars into the sky and sits upright like a mountain peak, solid and towering, but its features and eyes are wild and domineering.

He was completely unfazed and calm, a calmness that he could only acquire after experiencing countless trials and tribulations.

When the pants were brought, Chen Xiangyin moved neatly and tore off the legs along the layered lines of the lion dance pants.

Threading the silver needle, he leaned over and sewed the trousers onto the cropped trousers on He Chongtian's legs.

She was concentrating on it. He looked down at her, his slender figure appearing small between her legs, and his expression was extremely serious and stubborn.

Agarwood has thin skin and tender flesh, thin arms and legs, but it is always bursting with possibilities. It rushes to the front when encountering difficulties and strives to be the leader. It is heart-warmingly tenacious.

He Chongtian inadvertently imprinted this scene into a painting.

The clothing issue was solved, just in time.

When everything is ready, the lion dance drum beats, and the festive and lively atmosphere is instantly ignited.

Chen Xiang took the first step to appear on the court with a decisive momentum.

He Chongtian followed closely behind, his movements wide open and closed, full of power.

The agarwood is used in conjunction with the crane's sudden advance, and every turn and pause is just right.

The birthday banquet hall suddenly burst into applause and discussion.

"Master He really knows how to dance the lion?! It's beautiful! It's really beautiful!"

"Didn't you say that Chen Xiangyin is a tailor? Why is the lion dance so professional and exciting?"

"Don't make any noise! ​​It's disturbing my appreciation!"

The two lions flew and jumped on the stage, sometimes chasing each other, sometimes cuddling closely, and playing around the hydrangeas.

Chen Xiangyin always felt that it was almost meaningless. He Chongtian took care that his technique was correct and it lacked a bit of indulgence and fiery burning.

Now that you have done it, you must do it to the extreme.

When the two lions passed each other, Chen Xiangyin shouted to the crane through the lion's mouth.

"What kind of energy do you have when you're in trouble? You're like a crane flying into the sky when you compete with me!"

The lion dancing with the crane soaring into the sky stopped for a moment, shook its head and blinked, and then suddenly jumped up, brave and aggressive.

The drum beat became more and more urgent, and the interaction between the two lions was intense and exciting to the extreme.

It is a very beautiful and thrilling visual feast, with excitement rising one level at a time, stimulating and refreshing everyone's imagination.

Feng walked on the water until Agarwood was unable to support himself, his whole body was wet with sweat, his hair stuck to his cheeks, and he still wanted to use up all his strength.

The crane soared into the sky like a swimming dragon. After a series of beautiful shifts and difficult rolls, it threw the hydrangea high into the sky.

Agarwood jumped into the air almost at the same time, and the lion drew a graceful arc in the air, accurately catching the falling hydrangea, and freezing in a beautiful finishing move.

Agarwood caused her heart to beat very fast, and applause and cheers roared in her ears.

The house was filled with deafening cheers.

Zhou Chengwang left the scene angrily amid thunderous applause from the crowd.

The sweat caused by agarwood slid down his cheeks and dripped on the floor with a crisp sound.

Every cell in the body is jumping for joy, and the joyful excitement surges like a tide.

Feeling happy and unable to restrain the corners of his mouth from rising, Chen Xiangyin looked at He Soaring into the sky and smiled at each other.

The performance exceeded expectations. He is really talented in everything.

After exiting the stage, the adrenaline gradually returned to normal, and the exhaustion caused by agarwood swept over him. Self-healing consumed almost all her strength. She could not use any more strength, but she was too reckless to see Zhou Chengwang Xiahe Soaring's face.

Passing through the narrow passage leading to the locker room, Agarwood's breathing worsened.

The lights gradually dimmed, the noise was left behind, and Chen Xiangyin followed He Chongtian into the quiet space.

The figure of He Soaring into the sky has a double image, and the scene in front of him is a little skewed and distorted.

Put your hands on the wall to keep your balance until you see a chair and sit on it immediately.

Lying on the table, his head was buried in his arms, and his body was sweating.

"Agarwood Yin."

He called her to the sky, lifting her chin with his hot hands and turning her face to him.

"What's wrong?" He Chongtian's voice was very hazy, muffled as if through water.

Someone next to me said, "Are you suffering from low blood sugar? I have two toffees here."

Chen Xiangyin clearly felt his heart beating suddenly, and something was suddenly stuffed into his mouth.

It's sweet and has a strong milky flavor.

He Chongtian put the back of his hand on her forehead and felt for her pulse in the collar, "Where were you before you came here?"

There was nothing to hide, Chen Xiang led Xu Xu to reply: "Master Gao Tian."

He Chongtian froze for a moment, "Why didn't you tell me first?"

Chen Xiangyin: "You can't miss today's birthday banquet. If I tell you, what else can I do besides causing you more trouble?"

He Chongtian was silent for a few seconds, then turned around to get the hot water poured by others.

Chen Xiangyin took the hot water cup and held it in his hand. He Chongtian squatted next to her and looked up at her.

"I will persuade you to go together after the birthday party. If you can't persuade me, I will go with you."

Chen Xiangyin raised his arms, blew on the hot water, and took a sip. It was a bit hot.

Putting down the cup, Chen Xiang laughed, obviously not believing that he would miss the birthday banquet.

He Chongtian wanted to refute, but there was no point in proving himself with empty words.

In the past, flying to the top of the Qinglong Group's clouds was indeed his top priority, there was no doubt about it.

No one but his mother could interfere in the slightest with his supreme purpose.

But I don’t know when, He Chongtian’s mood changed.

Maybe it started when Chen Xiangyin almost died in the bathing center.

He began to worry that Chen Xiangyin would die if he missed it.

Death is irreversible and ceases to exist.

"Don't be so serious." Chen Xiangyin raised his hand, and the tip of his index finger brushed He Chongtian's thin eyelids, which made him feel itchy due to the eyelashes.

"I'm fine, I'm just tired. You go out first. I'll rest here for a while."

The birthday banquet outside is coming to an end, and the ending of the old dragon's speech is very important, and there is no delay in seeing off the guests.

Chen Xiangyin closed her eyes, placed her forehead on He's hot hands, stroked her forehead, and tucked her broken hair behind her ears.

Then he put He Chongtian's warm coat on his back and said, "I'll be back soon."

After the crane flew away, Chen Xiangyin fell into a short sleep.

The hustle and bustle outside the door was orderly until it suddenly became quiet, and Chen Xiangyin woke up instead.

In the empty locker room, Chen Xiangyin regained some energy.

Walking outside, opening the door, I saw that everyone's eyes were focused on Lao Longtou's table.

The old dragon straightened his back and scanned everyone present. The banquet hall seemed to be enveloped by an invisible sense of oppression.

Pang Wenkui spoke slowly, his voice low and powerful: "Everyone, after decades of ups and downs, Qinglong Group is now prosperous in all directions. I, Pang Wenkui, am honored to be the leader. Today is my ninety-ninth birthday. It is also time to arrange the subsequent development of the group. new."

Chen Xiangyin looked at He Chongtian, the focus of the crowd and the backbone of Qinglong Ji today.

Pang Wenkui changed the topic: "This is my grandson, Pang Xianshun. I hope you can give me more guidance and support in the future."