Le Yao and Qiao Qiao are in very good condition, with beautiful faces and hot figures. Even if they just stand there, they are all luminous bodies, not to mention that they are dancing so well, they become the focus without much time, and the cheers and whistles around them are connected together.

Many people even wanted to go up and fight dance, but when they looked at their dancing posture, they were not professional dancers, and they were embarrassed to go up.

But it doesn't prevent them from appreciating.

Some people even took short videos and posted them online or in their Moments, which attracted many people to ask where the young lady was.

So, the bar became popular instantly at midnight.

Jiang Xiaoyu knew that her girl and her best friend were beautiful, but she didn't expect that dancing could cause such a big sensation, which was much better than the publicity she spent on.

"Xiaoyu, our sister is OK." Zhang Dawang was even more happy when he looked at the videos on the Internet. "Do you think you can let them come here to dance once a week in the future? The appearance fee is easy to discuss."

"Haha." Jiang Xiaoyu looked at his partner and laughed twice, "You don't know who my sister is? She is short of money?"

Zhang Dawang sighed, Yes, Miss Qiao, who is worth hundreds of billions of dollars, is not short of money, but it is a pity to miss such a good opportunity: "Then ask, maybe they are willing to come here to play once a week."

"I can ask, but I tell you, if they don't want to, don't talk too much, otherwise my family will know that they can kill me."

"Don't worry, absolutely not." Zhang Dawang hurriedly raised his hand and sweared, "I will never say anything more."

Nangong Jue was staring in a daze in Zeyuyuan. In the past, he would avoid Zeyuyuan after he could get off work. Anyway, he had many houses and rarely came back. Even if he came back, he was in the study or guest room. But recently, he was willing to come back as long as he got off work. However, in the bedroom, Han Binglan had everything, but there was no one.

No one came to pester him anymore, and this feeling felt bad.

Is he a bad person?

"Sir, eat something." Uncle Bai came over and called twice, "If you don't eat, your body will not be able to bear it."

"I'm not hungry."

"How can people not be hungry?"

"You go out, I will eat when I'm hungry."

Uncle Bai could only sigh and then went downstairs.

At this moment, Wu Ya called the video call.

Nangong Jue frowned. What video does this kid play at this time? He hung up directly. He is not in the mood to chat now.

But Wu Ya's message came soon: Brother Jue, you will regret not answering the video.

Nangong Jue frowned, and finally took the initiative to dial the video call: "What's the matter?"

"Look." Wu Ya turned the camera of his phone for a moment.

Then, Nangong Jue saw two women dancing on the stage, and one of them... although far away, he still recognized it at a glance. It was the woman who was about to divorce him, who suddenly stood up: "Where is it?"

"Zhongju Bar, I..." Wu Ya wanted to say something, but the other party had already hung up and couldn't help but be stunned. Does Brother Jue really want to break up with Han Binglan? Could it be that his abnormal behavior before was an illusion?

"Brother Ya, why don't you go in?" A man in hip-hop style came over. This was Geng Xiaole, the bassist of the band who came to perform this time, and was Wu Ya's high school classmate.
Chapter completed!