It turns out that his hand injury came from this...

"Hey!" Fang Qinian exclaimed bitterly, "Professor Bei, you stepped on my foot."

I was embarrassed and hurriedly said, "Sorry, I can't feel it."

Fang Qinian smiled and said, "You're in a mess, so your dance steps are messed up too."

I readjusted my pace and said, "Why did you tell me this?"

"Everyone in the business is crazy. Even if you stay with them for a long time, you will be assimilated. You are a good person, I don't want you to go into the tiger's mouth. If you leave, don't come back."

Don't come back when you leave... I chewed on this sentence carefully, and came back and forth to taste it, and I came out with some tragic emotions.

"What about you? Don't you want to go?" I asked.

"Do you think I should go?"

"You can go when you're tired."

"I'm not tired." Fang Qinian's answer was expected, but his ambition really surprised me.

"Mr. Shang doesn't like men, but there is no emotional entanglement. My relationship with him is really weak. I know that sooner or later I will be abandoned by him, so I deliberately designed him to sleep with me and become a real 'husband and wife' with him. Do you think that no one more like Mrs. Shang has appeared over the years? They all wanted to climb on his bed, but I just kicked them off."

The eyes with delicate eyeliner looked at me through the mesh, and they became very sharp for a moment, but they collapsed again in the blink of an eye, and returned to the same as before, as if everything was just my illusion.

"What I finally got, no one wants to take it away." He raised his red lips and smiled a little charmingly.

Those who are close to the vermilion are red and those who are close to the ink are black, and those who can become a family with a lunatic must not be simple things.

Holding Fang Qinian and turning half a circle, he suddenly met Shang Muxiao who was not far away.

Holding a whisky glass in his hand, he looked at me blankly, not knowing how much he had drank, his eyes were a little straight.

We just kept staring at each other, neither of us looking away, until the end of the song.

When he turned around, he disappeared again.

After that, Shang Yunrou went downstairs after changing her clothes, and the dance floor was emptied for her to dance with Yang Haiyang, the absolute protagonists of today.

Yang Youling originally played with other children in the children's area, but was held by her grandmother to watch Yang Haiyang and the others dance, and she wanted to dance even when they were arguing. I promised her that I would dance with her in the next song, but after the next song, I danced another song, and danced like this all afternoon.

The little girl danced one song after another, twisting her waist and hips on the dance floor, dancing in a decent manner. If she was awarded the prize, she would definitely be the queen of today's dance.

I jumped to the point where she ran out of power and was sweating profusely. I was close to the limit. After handing her over to Yang Haiyang, I quickly escaped with urine.

Everything in the bungalow maintains the old appearance, and the toilet is also a family layout of toilet, sink and bathtub, not as spacious as the public toilet.

The party was crowded, and the two restrooms on the first floor were full, so I had to go to the second floor to try to find a restroom that I could use.

Unscrewing a closed door, there is an old atmosphere in the room. There are many photos and letters in the room, which seems to be a small exhibition room.

It looks like there are no restrooms...

I turned around to leave, and was frightened by the tall figure that suddenly appeared behind me, took two steps back unconsciously, and almost fell down.

The other party grabbed my arm and took me into his arms, the smell of alcohol on his body was so strong that it was hard to breathe.

"Beida, I'm uncomfortable..." Shang Muxiao hugged me like an octopus, and said in a hoarse voice.

Chapter 56 How Can You Dance With Others

He was obviously drunk, not too drunk, talking drunk words back and forth in my ear.

"I must be sick, I'm dying..."

"I'm so sick... I have a headache..."

"It's so noisy here..."

He hugged me so tightly that I couldn't break free and could only stand there awkwardly.

It's been a long time since I replied, he frowned in dissatisfaction, his eyes were full of accusations, like a child who couldn't get candy on Halloween - he didn't know what he was doing wrong, he only knew that everyone should be on Halloween It's his right to give sugar.

"You might just be... drinking too much." I resisted the urge to sigh, trying to find the source of his symptoms.

"That's not it!" He clenched his arms suddenly, getting closer to my body, "I said I'm sick, don't you understand?"

He suddenly became irritable, like a beast that was injured and could not be effectively comforted, and gradually became mad.

The exoskeleton battery block on the waist just pressed against the spine, and he was strangled, poking the flesh through the thin shirt, which was very uncomfortable.

"Understood. You're sick and it's hard." I used the hand that wasn't in his grasp to break his arm, but it didn't move.

"Then you still haven't taken me to see a doctor?" He said, spitting out alcohol, with red cheeks.

I know that reasoning with a drunk person doesn't make sense, so I stop treating him like a sane adult.

"You hold me, how can I walk? Let go and I'll take you to the doctor." I coaxed him to release me.

He tilted his head and thought about it, feeling that my words made sense, and gradually let go of his arms.

It was sunset time, and the light outside had gradually dimmed. The bungalow is surrounded by greenery, and the room on the north side has poor lighting, and it is even more obscure at this moment.

The wine smell mixed with the old paper smell, forming a unique taste, not bad, but not bad, just... not worthy.

Just like me and himself. Everything he brought to my life without waves in the ancient well is indeed fresh and exciting, like a jar of spirits, strong in the throat and full of stamina. But we don't match, not only Shang Yunrou thinks this way, but anyone with eyes will think this way.

He and I are two completely different people. From personality to preferences, we are incompatible, and it is difficult for us to integrate.

"Okay, you can go now." Shang Muxiao took my hand and intertwined my fingers.

I had a headache, staring at the two hands that seemed to be stuck together, and couldn't help but want to sigh again.