Young Master Jun’s 100 Techniques to Spoil His Wife

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Liu Shiya looked at this scene, a gloomy light flashed in her charming eyes.

She kept staring downstairs, her nails were almost clasped on the wall, apparently holding back some emotions.

After she watched Lan Beichen's car leave, her gaze fell on Feng Sujin who had been standing there, with a weird arc at the corner of her mouth.

Then she called, "Help me check Feng Sujin's information, the more detailed the better, as soon as possible."

After hanging up the phone, Liu Shiya played with her mobile phone and whispered to herself, "Feng Sujin, Lan Beichen is mine. You can't even grab it if you grab it, huh ..."

...

Feng Sujin stood for a long time in the night before moving out some stiff legs.

Because of standing for a long time, her legs were a little numb, so her figure was slightly embarrassed and cold.

Lan Beichen is unwilling to help her, strangers are even more reluctant to help!

Feng Lan and the two could not marry. With the old lady's cold-blooded and cruel temperament, she would definitely break the funds for her father's treatment, so that his father would die.

She walked in confusion, not knowing how long she had walked, and her legs began to hurt. She listened to the loud sound of the music before returning to her senses.

Then she realized that she had walked outside a bar.

Never sleep!

This is the famous Pinjin Grottoes in Beiquan City, a place where the children of power and wealth entertain.

Feng Sujin looked at her, squinting her eyes.

"Miss, welcome."

Feng Sujin remembered that when she was in college, someone said that if she sang and danced here, the treatment would be very high.

Her leg had been injured before, and the doctor said she could no longer dance.

But in order to save her father, she wanted to give it a try. Even if her legs were broken, she still insisted on saving her father.

Mother also said that dancing is an elegant art. If she comes here to dance, will her blame her?

Feng Sujin actually didn't want to think too much in her heart. Now she has a string in her head, which is to make money and save her father.

She walked in blankly and found the front desk. "Hello, may I ask, is there any dancing here?"

The waiter at the front desk looked up and down Feng Sujin, "We have high requirements here, but the treatment is also high. You can try it on the stage. If it is good, we will consider hiring you."

Feng Sujin looked at the noisy stage, the rock band was playing, and some people were singing.

"How dare you not go up?"

Feng Sujin closed her eyes and took a deep breath, she had nothing to dare.

Just after a pause, Feng Sujin stepped directly around, walked to the stage, and as the music began to dance, the flexibility of the waist and the skills of the dance were fully revealed.

Although the bar is noisy and the music is the kind of rock, everything is messy and complicated.

However, Feng Sujin is immersed in her own dance world, and dances a soft and beautiful self-made national dance. Even the rotation and jumping are so beautiful and elegant, as if angels falling into the dust.

...

At the same time, somewhere in the manor villa area, in the study, after Ye Xing finished his work report, he looked at Jun Mohan and stopped talking.

Jun Mohan glanced at Ye Xing, "Is there anything else?"

Ye Xing coughed: "Jun Shao, the message just below said that Miss Feng was dancing at night without sleep."

Hearing Ye Xing's words, there was a gleam of light in Jun Mohan's charm eyes, which was fleeting, and it was too fast to catch.

Ye Xing coughed, looking at the indifferent Jun Shao, and said, "Jun Shao, you said that she is unique, so her subordinates took the initiative and paid attention to Miss Feng's movements."