Changsun Sheng took Gao Bufan and his son to the dinner tonight. His original intention was to solve the problem of the Flying Eagle Racecourse. They were all in the officialdom and did not have to go out directly to argue with many things. Just show your attitude indirectly. The advantage of this is to leave room for maneuver and not to break up.

When Gao Bufan and his son appeared at the dinner, they told everyone present that the Flying Eagle Race Farm was covered by Changsun Sheng, so Ma Xingkong admitted his conscience from the beginning. Yu Weng and his attitude also expressed as soon as they entered the door. He found the venue and Changsun Sheng did not interfere with his finding the venue. Naturally, he would not continue to write about the Flying Eagle Race Farm.

So, things were solved silently, and everyone politely drank and enjoyed singing and dancing, and did whatever they should do.

After three rounds of wine, the dishes were on the five stages, and after listening to a few small songs as appetizers, it seemed that today's highlight was about to begin. The curtains on the stage were pulled up, and all the lanterns around were extinguished. The light suddenly became dim. Everyone upstairs and downstairs subconsciously stopped cups and chopsticks, holding their breath and looking at the stage. Even the brothers Gao Shixiong and Gao Shiheng rarely shut their mouths.

At this time, the sky was completely dark. It was July 16th again today, but a bright moon quietly climbed up to the eaves of the restaurant. The bright moon shone in from above the patio, and the curtain of the stage was covered with a hazy silver light.

At this moment, an old light cough suddenly came from behind the curtain, followed by the sound of a fire sickle. A faint light of fire suddenly lit up, from small to large, from dark to light, and was extremely dynamic. A graceful figure also projected onto the curtain at the same time. The concave and exquisite curve instantly caught everyone's eyes, and Gao Bufan could even hear a sound of swallowing.

Gao Bufan couldn't help but sweat secretly. Could it be the ancient version of the live-action movie? Who thought of it? It really should be dragged out for everyone to worship for two minutes!

However, Gao Bufan soon realized that he was thinking wrongly. At this time, the woman behind the curtain moved, raised her orchid fingers, bent down and picked up the oil lamp, her movements were so elegant that it was pleasing to the eye.

If sexy is vulgar, it is easy for people to turn back into a beast, and only focus on the next three things, but the rise of sexy to elegance can give people a pleasing visual enjoyment!

At this time, the woman behind the curtain placed the oil lamp gently on the small table next to her, and then sat down gently with her back to the audience. Her slender and tight legs, slender waist and a slender shoulder, and a knife-cut shoulders were projected onto the curtain, like a graceful blue and white porcelain vase, which was simply beautiful!

At this moment, everyone upstairs and downstairs were staring intently, holding their breath, and the whole Hongyan Tower was so quiet that it was sensational. It was obviously the first time that the little loli Changsun Wugui had watched such a performance. His little face was flushed, a little shy, and he couldn't help but want to watch it.

What...

A crisp cloud board sounded, and then a loud and distant chicken crow suddenly sounded, and it was so full of energy that it was heart-wrenching!

Damn it!

Gao Bufan almost bounced up from his seat, subconsciously stretched his neck and looked carefully at the platform. However, there was only the charming figure of the woman's gourd-shaped back on the curtain, and there was nothing else except a lamp, a table, and a stool. Where did the big rooster come from?
Chapter completed!