Chapter 54:

Recently, Mo Huai has been busy setting up the company. Except for Ning Mitang's face when he goes back every evening, the two have basically no communication.
On this day, as usual, Mo Huai returned to the apartment early. He glanced at the time on the phone, and absolutely did not admit that he came back so early to wait for Ning Mitang.
The night was getting darker, and the winter night came very fast. In the dressing room, people come and go, a lot of noise.
The assistant in charge of the process hurriedly shouted inside, "Now it’s a piano performance, and the next performance is the dance "The Flower of the Other Side". The performers should prepare quickly."
"Megonia, we are almost here." A girl with makeup ran over, "has your hair been set?"
"Well, it's okay." Ning Mitang turned her head and smiled lightly, "Let's go to the backstage and wait."
Tonight, University B held a New Year's Day party. A lot of bad things happened on the campus a while ago. The school agreed to allocate funds to organize this large-scale party to celebrate the New Year's Day.
When they came to the backstage, they had not yet been on stage, and several people had already felt the pressure brought by the tens of thousands of spectators outside.
"I'm a little nervous."
"I'm on stage for the first time. I'm afraid I will forget to move later."
"I don't know if my boyfriend is watching in the audience, will he take pictures for me."...
Ning Mitang and a few girls who performed together stood beside the stage waiting to come on stage. They chatted actively, with the intention of distracting their nervous hearts.
"Mitang, will your boyfriend come to see your performance?"
It was Gao Xiaonan, a girl from the next class who was speaking. She looked at Ning Mitang, who was so beautiful that it was difficult to remove her eyes, and asked curiously. She heard other people say that Ning Mitang’s boyfriend is from another school. He looks very handsome.
The red lips pulled out a slight smile, the eyelids were half drooping, and the long eyelashes cast a shadow on the eyelids, which was a bit more lonely. Qing Ling's voice was covered by the piano on stage, and it seemed a bit distant, "He didn't know that I was performing today." But even if Mo Huai knew, he probably wouldn't be interested in coming.
"Ah, what a pity." Gao Xiaonan blinked.
At this time, the piano performance on stage has ended.
"Here we are," a girl said nervously.
On the stage, the hostess invited loudly: "Next, we will invite our Chinese students to bring us a wonderful dance performance "The Flower of the Other Side". Welcome with applause."
Ning Mitang grabbed the skirts beside her with both hands, lifted it slightly, and stepped onto the stage with the others.
Mo Huai followed the pedestrians on the road to the party. He stood outside the fence of the venue, tall and straight, causing a small commotion among the girls sitting on the side.
There were too many people at the meeting, and it was difficult for him to find where Ning Mitang was. The cold black eyes patrolled the venue several times, and Mo Huai took out his mobile phone and directly dialed Ning Mitang's phone number.
Mo Huaiying's eyebrows gradually tightened as the unconnected "beep" sound came from the other end of the phone.
"Damn it!"
What exactly is Ning Mitang doing, never answering his calls.
On the stage, a melodious and long music sounded, and the surrounding lights dimmed, leaving only a few dazzling spotlights on the stage.
Mo Huai held the phone and dialed the phone over and over again, looking at it casually, falling on the stage inadvertently, and he couldn't move away at a glance.
The girl's red dress is Yiyi, and the red yarn is flying elegantly, and a piece of white and shiny skin is exposed at the neckline of the cross-stacked chest, and the beautiful line of the collarbone is highlighted. The jade arms in wide red sleeves were raised, half covering his face, like jade's wrists turned, her fingers fluttered, and the girl's delicate and beautiful face gradually appeared.
Mo Huai's hand holding the phone loosened, his eyes filled with surprise and surprise that could not be concealed.
The the stage is extremely flexible, her slender waist twisting and spinning. Mo Huai's throat unconsciously slid up and down, feeling a bit dry in his mouth. He pushed his top front teeth with the tip of his tongue, trying to ignore the screaming blood in his body and the beating heart.
A white and flawless face was especially prominent among the performances. The black eyes of the autumn wave were radiant and clear as water, and the red lips under the small nose were attractive.
Ning Mitang bends her lips, her eyebrows look forward to brilliance, her arms are as soft as boneless, and her broad sleeves swing with her jade arms to open and close, elegant as a fairy, dancing lightly with music, so beautiful that people can't help holding their breath .
The people in the audience endured their heart tremors and watched earnestly. Many of them took out their phones and slapped the slender figure in the middle.
"Fuck, the girl in the middle is so beautiful, why haven't I seen it in school before? I didn't see her in the previous selection of school flowers." A boy patted Ning Mitang frantically.
"I know her, a student in the first class of the Chinese Department. What kind of school flower activity? People are just school flower, don’t you find that many people don’t vote?
Another boy beside him explained,
That’s because of the activity. Without her photo, everyone has abstained from voting. Otherwise, do you think Su Xiaotong can do the school show with those 500 votes?"
"No wonder, oops, no more, I feel that I'm in love." The boy exaggeratedly covered his chest.
Standing beside the fence, Mo Huai's eyes were dark, and his whole body exuded extremely cold breath.
The boy holding his chest trembled, feeling cold behind him. He turned his head, his gaze met a pair of cold black eyes, a sharp spirit, he turned back quickly and lowered his head in fright, not even daring to look at Ning Mitang on the stage.
On the back of Mo Huai's hand holding the phone, blue veins burst, and the temples suddenly burst. He coldly glanced at the ethereal beauty on the stage like a light cloud and turned away.
At the end of the music, Ning Mitang turned over softly, her red sleeves were blowing into the wind, and her dark and smooth long hair danced along with her. Finally, she and the other girls' red skirts were laid out on the same floor, like blossoms in deep black. The red flowers in full bloom everywhere, with attractive beauty.
In the next second, there was warm applause from the audience, and there were bursts of applause.
Ning Mitang stood up and secretly relieved. She followed a few people to the front of the stage and bent over to thank her. With a full smile, the people under the stage took a breath. Ning Mitang with makeup was too much. Beautiful and dazzling, enough to make people lose their souls.
"It seems that our performance was very successful." Gao Xiaonan laughed out loud, his facial features with makeup turned brighter, and even the skin on his face looked more delicate.
"I was nervous at first, but seeing that Mitang was so calm, my heart fell back to where I was." A girl sighed.
"That." Another girl said with blush on her makeup face, and said in shame: "I won't go back to the dressing room with you, my boyfriend is waiting for me outside..."
"Understood, understood, you go, remember that you will have to come to the stage to call the curtain at the end." Gao Xiaonan winked, an expression of understanding.
The girl blushed, "Then I'm leaving now."
The fingers became more clean and white under the faucet, and the pink nails glowed with a healthy luster. Ning Mitang looked at herself in her glasses. Just after dancing, her cheeks were still dyed with pink blush. , The black and bright black eyes turned wisely, concealing the melancholy of the past few days, and the brows and eyes were instantly brightened.
There is no light in the dark night, no stars and no moon, loneliness and coldness.
The wind was blowing hard at night, and there was a burst of coldness. As soon as she walked out of the bathroom, Ning Mitang trembled all over, as the cold wind blew, and goose bumps suddenly appeared.
The red dress on her body drags on the floor. Although it has long sleeves, it has a light and floating gauze design, which is very ventilating and has no warmth. When I was on stage just now, my energy was concentrated on the performance. I still don’t feel that the heat of dancing is over now, and the soaring body temperature is gradually cooling down. Ning Mitang sighed and wanted to go back to the dressing room to put on her coat.
"what!"
Suddenly, Ning Mitang exclaimed in surprise.
Just as she turned around, her hand hanging to her side was suddenly caught, and she was caught off guard and was pulled out.
The strength on the wrist was so great that the other party held her hand tightly. After staggering, Ning Mitang trot to keep up with the opponent's pace.
The light outside the bathroom was dim, and there was a dark grove in front of it.
Looking at the tall and chilly back in front of him, and the delicate eyebrows stretched out, Ning Mitang's courage almost frightened fell back to her original place.
"Mo Huai! Where are you going to pull me?" Mo Huai's sudden appearance scared her by surprise.
After a while, walking to a tree at random, Mo Huai turned around and pushed the person on the trunk.
The sound from over the stage came in bursts, and the cheers from the audience continued. Obviously, it was a wonderful performance. With a faint light coming from a distance, he lowered his head.
There was a blood-red flower of the other shore flower painted on the forehead, and Ning Mitang in front of her was brilliant and beautiful. Compared with the usual pure and refined, she was a little more seductive at this moment.
Her back was against the tree trunk, her skirt was too thin, and her back was hurt by the rough bark.
She raised her face, trying to see the look on the man's face in the dim light, "You... why are you here?" She was startled.
Mo Huai approached with a chill all over his body, his eyes burning, his cold voice sounded in the dark, half helpless, half gritted teeth, "Why are you so uneasy."
The dazzling and brilliant scene of her on the stage just a moment ago amazed him and fascinated countless men in the audience. Thinking of this, my heart was sour and astringent, and the sky-shaking anger surged. He couldn't wait to shave off those eyes staring at her.
As long as he is not there, there will be many other men who want to approach her? Hit her attention?