Chapter 1670: Derailed Man (43)

Su Mao thought about it, said the words in the sentence, and played for Xia Qiu.
"Go call a few dancers and help us cheer us up." This is the beginning of Zhao San, who is about to call the dancers on Fengyue Bureau.
After a few seconds, Xia Qiu moved.
From the corner, Xiao Su stepped into the center of the field, and stopped to the left.
This was followed by a group of dancers. Ren Chengchun stood next to Su Mao. Even he could understand it. Su Mao need not say.
"You two, raise your face." Su Mao said again.
Zhao San wants to see how these dancers look.
So, trembling, Rong Qiuer looked up with the other dancers.
Her chin was slightly retracted, her eyes were looking down, her face was beautiful and she had a smell of wind and dust, her hands were hanging staggered in front of her, and she seemed calm, but her tremors, eyelashes and tightly twisted hands could See her nervousness.
Next up is the highlight!
Su Mao's breath was blocked, said quietly.
"The one on the left, what's your name?" Zhao Sanyi caught sight of Rong Qiu'er.
"Grande ... Rong Qiu'er sees the grandfather ..." trembling Wu Nong softly, with some astringency.
Rong Qiu'er, wearing a cheongsam, raised his eyes. From the knuckles of her strong whiteness, you could see that her strength was calm, but she looked at the men, but her eyes were a little panicked but she was still silent.
It was just when the eyes of those men glanced at the men.
The blue robe, round-framed glasses, the man who was close to her, elegant, gentle face, but that face made her couldn't help but clenched her hands and looked foolishly.
When it happened, she finally met it. Entering Paramount, Rong Qiu'er thought that there would be such a day.
But she did not expect that she happened to meet him just when she was about to be defiled by these men.
Shame, anticipation, love, complicated eyes are intertwined in those dark and clear eyes, Rong Qiuer fixedly looked at the young master, her face pale, but she slightly pursed her lips and had to move forward, Slowly in Zhao San's teasing, went to Zhao San's side.
Without a camera seat, Xia Qiu's position was taken as the lens.
When those clear eyes were intertwined with shame and love, and she looked at Su Mao so tremblingly, Su Mao looked at those extremely beautiful eyes, and she couldn't help but be a little crazy.
He felt that he had been brought into the era of the Republic of China, brought into the dinner, and also became the young master in his own writing.
He looked at those eyes, the woman, she was standing there, the smell of the wind and dust still humble, but in his eyes, she was still so beautiful, touching the best memories in his heart.
He was going to take her away and take her away, and he couldn't live up to the expectations in her eyes.
Su Mao's eyes flashed and flashed, all kinds of complex emotions interweaved, and finally woke up like a dream at first, waking up from the imagination brought to him by Xia Qiu.
"You speak Shanghai." Su Mao looked at Xia Qiu.
Standing there, Xia Qiu's cheongsam fit perfectly, and there was nothing like the other actresses who did not match well and had some drama.
Although her eyes became pale, Su Mao looked at Xia Qiu, and still felt that her and Rong Qiuer's images seemed to be completely integrated, and he could not distinguish each other.
"I learned a few in college." Xia Qiu smiled.
"You did a good job auditioning," Su Mao said without hesitation.
He all regretted it a bit. If it was just on the plane and shot live, then this one has passed.