Rebirth: How a Loser Became a Prince Charming

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When the other three members of the backstreet boy next to Nick Carter, if it had not been due to the relationship between several people and had already been about to move, Qin Guan on the stage changed his dance style very coquettishly.

He spread his arms horizontally to match the rhythm of Jiangnan style. He twisted very much like a water snake, and the direction of the twist was still Nick Carter.

Oh…

The group of people who were taught on the scene immediately changed their postures along with the rhythm of Qin Guan. Such a simple and coquettish posture of hatred made some older people start to try.

Then, at this time, Qu Xuemei had secretly lurked behind Qin Guan. When her outstretched arm was about to touch Qin Guan’s shirt, the best actor on the stage shouted, With a swish jump from the small platform half a meter high.

He walked to Cong Nianwei's side at once according to his own memory. With intuition, he hugged the shoulder of his favorite woman.

"Twist with me!"

At this time, Cong Nianwei just wanted to die, but because of drunk Qin Guan's vigorous force, he was imprisoned very firmly in his arms.

"Twist, twist, twist!" For the degree of coquettishness, please refer to the later Green Snake, and Qin Guan with Cong Nianwei is very exaggerated in the crotch.

Cong Nianwei was riding a tiger at this time. She didn't want to twist, because when Qin Guan's right side was twisted, she directly pushed her waist out.

From the outsider's point of view, these two people really deserve to be a couple, even the twisting rhythm is so compact and tacit.

When the surrounding people just planned to come to a group, Qin Guan pressed the blower for activities next to him, the foam in a party, and the paper scraps were blown everywhere.

And Qin Guan, who has been separated from normal people, opened his arms at this time, and invested in the environment of the blower and the wind.

Of course, he was not really stupid in his subconscious and could not take care of himself. Instinctively, he gave his back to the front of the fan, and he didn't blow his face to paralysis. It seems that the drunk is not very serious.

In ancient Chinese mythology, there are always two stories of broken voids that become immortal.

If you ignore Qin Guan's few broken pieces of paper on her head, then the kind of nihilism that I want to return to the wind is quite sufficient.

The atmosphere at the scene was finally brought to a climax by the rhythmic singing and dancing of Qin Guan. The weird, unintelligible and funny dance steps make it very easy for the men, women and children present to imitate and can easily get started.

Lonely music is not as good as the public music, but the already fearless Qin Guan, at this time an arrow step, riding the wind and waves, came to the side of Nick Carter whose hair and hair had been blown up.

At this time, his long hair no longer had the handsome youth of Guo Fucheng's head, uninhibited like the Golden Lion, and Qin Guan, the culprit on the opposite side, compared a downward gesture in front of him. Finally shouted: Jiangnan style!

But when Nick Carter finally planned to fight back, Qin Guan suddenly jumped in the direction of the stage, and one jumped into the air and jumped onto the stage.

Qu Xuemei, who had just failed to stop on stage, hurriedly stopped preparing to step down and turned his body back.

Qin Guan on the stage felt that the chandelier on the ceiling suddenly changed into a large number of stars like stars, whirling around the top of his head.

The soles of his feet were the same as those of stepping on cotton, and some fluttered. To confirm this, he also straightened up hard, and struck the floor with his right foot a few times.

At this time, under the stage, laughing and arranging in a vertical line, accompanied by the spontaneous orchestra's drum points, the lined up members of the horse dance dancing uniformly, seeing Qin Guan jumped onto the stage again, all fearing the world Cheers loudly without chaos!

It's so fun, it's more addictive than stealing some marijuana!

After Qin Guan clicked the ground, he heard the most familiar cheers from the audience.

"another one!"

"Oh! Mr. Qin Guan, you are so handsome!"

So, he clicked again, and with the audacity of Aunt Square, snapped his hands together: "You are my little apple!"

Poof, Cong Nianwei, who was originally smiling at the venue, could not bear it anymore. At this time, Qin Guan was planning to let them know what it means to be a national aerobics exercise 10 years later, and the neck collar was pulled by Qu Xuemei. Living.

"You come down to me... I sang something messy, and I started improvising and composing!"

After Qin Guan's neck was looped, as a human with a strong sense of protection, he naturally bent down and was easily dragged by Qu Xuemei to the field.

Cong Nianwei came around and looked at Qin Guan, who was starting to discharge everywhere in front of him. He couldn't help but forehead. How could he never know that Qin Guan was in such a state after being drunk.

The Hilton on the side has now become a super star eye. Cong Nianwei's so-called plan to understand Qin Guan at a close distance seems to have not yet been implemented, and Qin Guan has filled the favor of others.

Qu Xuemei and Cong Nianwei very reluctantly rejected Qin Guan’s Hilton’s “goodwill” proposal to stay here. One left and one right dragged a 186+ big man out of the villa area.

The roar of the convertible car is moving away, and this most lively and fashionable party has left a legend of the most playable Chinese kid.

Legend has it that he has the richest music materials, and different singing styles and singing methods from European and American pop music. He is very funny and is the most popular type of person in the party.

At this time, Qin Guan couldn't remember his feat. He was thrown into the hotel where they stayed in Los Angeles by Cong Nianwei's hard work.

In this case, I hope that the busy Southern California vacation will not be in vain in Qin Guan's hangover.

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In the early morning of the next day, the cool sunshine of Southern California leaked through the gaps in the hotel curtains naughtily. In this city where Qin Guan had been a few times, he had never calmed down to see See its true content.

At this time, Qin Guan was on the bathroom sink, brushing his teeth diligently, and struggling to recall the few memories of the party last night.

Forgive Qin Guan at this time has been broken. About the madness in the later part of the party, he is basically a blur of memory, and Cong Nianwei, who is carefully applying sunscreen to his face, is silent on his performance yesterday.

Qin Guan, who had a brainstorm of lawsuits, didn't think much about it, and was dragged to the hotel by Cong Nianwei, who was happily traveling. (To be continued.)