Recapture the Entertainment Industry

Ji Jia and I had a lot to drink tonight, and our emotions were a little high. He is usually a playful driver. At the moment, he ignores some momentum. Send someone to squeeze Pan Yiming away. Once the light goes out, he drills towards Rodin's position and looks forward to connecting with Rodin on the show in a while.

Remembering the texture of Rodin's clothes, he ran all the way over and heard complaints that were nothing when his palms touched the slightly cooler clothes.

It was still dark around, but the commotion calmed down a little, and the people who were scared at the beginning quickly reacted to Ji Jia and the constant urination, and hip-hop began to laugh and guess what a new way to play it.

The background music suddenly became fierce from Yu Yang, then it rang but not Ji Jiahe's voice: “Please be quiet!! ”

The crowd, who was still laughing, subconsciously shut their mouth and Rodin was squeezed into motion, pushing Hub's chest with one hand and trying to brush Giga and his hand over his shoulder. But the host went on to say, "Do you want to play big?! Grab the people around you, we've got a jump! ”

The next cheer, men and women screaming excitedly, the floating of the entertainment world is more serious than the normal circle, standing here, are people who can afford to play.

Ji Jia and grabbed Rodin without letting him move his steps, saw the light in the dark in the middle of the sky suddenly swing over the crowd, he tranced to recognize that the person caught was indeed Rodin, so he approached him with pride: “Rodin, don't be scared, maybe he will pick us--”

The light kept swinging consciously in the direction of Rodin, stopping suddenly at the mouth where his voice had not fallen, slanting down from above.

“... now.” Ji Jiahe's head still held the motion towards Rodin's ears, but his eyes were pointed by the light at the person who stood in front of Rodin and held him in a protective position.

“... old... old? When did you get here?” Thinking about the fact that the other party had warned him about Rodin's relationship with the public before the anniversary, Ji Jiahe was still a little dizzy, and he woke up half the time.

Duan Xiubo held his lips, and although the curvature of the corners of his mouth remained good, he was never in a good mood. His cool, uninspiring gaze swept through Giga and tightly clasped Rodin's shoulder hands, then glanced straight at Giga and looked at him. Everyone knows what Giga thinks about Rodin. After so many years with his friends, Duan Shubo naturally knew that his men and women did not dislike the taste of young people in their twenties. In the past, his behavior toward Ji Jia and the gamers was at best a little unfamiliar, but now, unnamely, that kind of unfamiliarity suddenly escalated into unfavourable viewing.

Duan Shubo rarely sees one thing uncomfortable. His heart is very small. Few people can be accommodated in it. Anything unrelated has nothing to do with him. Ji Jia He is one of his few true friends, and that is precisely why this unpleasant is direct and fierce. So much so that he didn't even want to hide.

“What are you doing?” He stared at Keega and his hands on Rodin's shoulder and whispered.

Ji Jiahe looked at him as if he had been burned and retracted his paws. His heart was faint: “... dance. ”

When the light came on, Rodin pulled himself out of the hug of Shubo. Although it was only a slight change in the back of the separation, he and Shubo could no longer see any signs of ambiguity when the light came down from above. The entertainment world is a place where three people become tigers, and he's used to staying on top of each other all the time.

Duan Shubo's arms were empty, and Rodin's scent was still there, but man had stood at a distance. He swept his eyes and couldn't see an unusual smile. He also looked at Ji Jia and his messy clothes and his intoxicating appearance. He couldn't speak of boredom.

Cheers have appeared around when the lights were on, Duan Shubo and Ji Jiahe, any one can count as the absolute protagonist of a banquet, plus a high-profile Rodin from the start of the entrance, it's enough for anyone to jump.

Nobody cares if men and men dance irregularly. At best, it's strange how Keega and he are still on stage. Why are they on the dance floor now? But in an atmosphere of enthusiasm and carnival, the suspicion did not last long, and no one noticed the awkward atmosphere between the three men who were good at camouflaging. The host laughed on stage, as if he didn't know anything about Ji Jia and letting him open the back door on the light, pushing the crowd to shout: “Can you play? Can't play?! ”

“Can't afford it! ”

“Can't play?! ”

And people started to get up.

Rodin glanced at the other two and saw each other looking at herself. She had to provoke her eyebrows. Aren't they good friends? Why don't you put it together and jump to the beginning.

Seeing his intentions, Duan Huibo snapped like a fly and almost didn't hold back to reveal his disgusting expression. He swept Ji Jia and looked at each other's face better than his own. He quickly realized that this disbelief was not a one-way derivation.

If you don't succeed, you'll be fine.

Ji Jia and his heart crossed. Without looking at Xiubo's menacing eyes, he said directly to Rodin: “You...”

“Can you dance?” Hub's voice interrupted him directly.

Rodin raised his head and in the darkness saw the silence of each other through the light, like the eyes of the deep sea, buried deep in the calm and condensation as he did.

In front of everyone, Rodin was never frightened: "Rumba, Samba, Waltz, I can only walk men. ”

“What a coincidence.” Duan Huibo smiled slightly, and the bad taste was hidden in the bottom of his eyes, "I know only men's steps. ”

“...“ Luo Ding didn't know what to take, so he saw Duan Huobo reach out a hand, his posture was incredibly gentle, “Want to dance with me? ”

The surrounding applause and applause made Rodin no longer retreat. He nodded, but did not put his hand in the palm of Duan Hubo's palm. Instead, he made a crisp clapping motion with the other hand, then walked across Duan Hubo's shoulder towards the center of the dance floor.

Duan Shu stunned for two seconds, then he retracted the shot hand, his fingertips unwittingly grinding, the meaning of laughter was deep. Rodin is a character who refuses to eat at all.

The crowd consciously gave them the passage, Ji Jia and stayed in place to send them away, look around in a mess, squeeze into the rest area and replace a new cup and shrink away.

Pan Yiming poked a new hammered melon into his mouth, glanced at the new sitting Ji Jia and glanced at Mi Lei beside him.

Miley pushed the glasses, he didn't know what he was doing tonight, and he couldn't find the boss when he walked in with five times his salary.

The three forgotten people didn't speak to each other, but the temper was perfect for a moment.

The original owner could not dance, but Cao Dingkun studied dance exclusively. About seventeen years after practicing his death, his basic merit has been solid. Although he has not attended any professional examination activities, his dance merit is probably no better than that of a professional athlete.

Rumba's enthusiastic and inflammatory music sounded, as Rodin walked off his suit coat and threw it at the crowd, and the masculine action stirred up the surrounding female guests. He is already proficient in what roles he plays on what occasions. He has always had to be the best character to not allow himself, even a little bit of omission, in the public eye.

With his unhurried footsteps, his momentum has gradually changed, from eye to limb movements, from an inner silence to a passionate music.

Duan Shubo was almost instantly mesmerized by his gaze. Even if he already knew that he was a changeable person, he had to be stunned for a moment.

Luo Ding moved, he waved his arms slightly, open a very aggressive position, the whole popularity shocked, giving a King's Landing illusion.

Duan Xiubo has recovered his reason from the rare disenchantment, and his eyesight is slightly glaring, but rarely has he created some impulse to compete for a good victory. He smiled softly, sliding close to two steps, gently circled around Rodin, meets his eyes, and the aura is no less than that of each other.

A song that symbolizes love as if the divorced dance was born hard by the two of them, a combination of strength and softness. Although it was the first time that a man was working together and a man was dealing with a man's step, the two men were implicitly silent, spinning, staggering, sticking their shoulders, and the most primitive and intense contact between a man and a man could be seen from a flexible movement.

The audience realized that there was more and more room on the dance floor, and the applause was heard sporadically at the outset, until the dance reached its most intense final stage, quiet enough to leave even a little noise outside of the music.

Rodin snake-like held Hub's straight arm and slipped under his foot, walking half-way around behind each other in an elegant curve, trying to end the scene with a woman's spinning motion.

Duan Shubo skilfully avoided, as he had planned half a minute earlier. He grinned and gave Rodin a look you weren't even close to.

The gunpowdery dance came to an end, and neither of them dared to get too close to each other. They were afraid that they would be left alone for the evening.

The music suddenly soars.

Both glanced at each other and saw the insistence of the other on not giving in at all.

At the same time, there was a consensus to abandon softening each other, and they had to hold their backs within a safe distance, hand in hand, and the back of their heads together, while at the end of the music, they finished the dance with a shake of their head.

Sweat falls from the slightly wet ends of the hair, drawing a subtle curve in the middle of the sky. Rodin hasn't danced so smoothly in a long time. Although intense exercise made him breathe a little misshot, the comfort from the wreckage of his limbs made him completely uncomfortable. He gasped to loosen his hand with Shubo and took a step back. He opened his hair in front of his forehead. He made a handsome gesture to the surrounding guests and then ended the performance with a gentleman's bow.

A moment of silence.

Three seconds later, the ladies started cheering like crazy.

“Handsome!!!!!! ”

“Who the fuck is this!!!!! ”

“Rodin! Rodin!!!! ”

See, people's feelings come out of nowhere.

Rodin approached the lady who was holding his coat in cheer and said thank you softly. The other party immediately handed him his coat with a red face, and the action was even a little shy.

Faced with these inner-circle seniors, Rodin naturally doesn't wear an idol mask like he does when facing fans. In fact, women who are familiar with the rules of the entertainment industry are much more sober than their fans, and their fanatical pursuits always come and go faster. While their enthusiasm for themselves had not faded, Rodin quickly and without a trace penetrated the inside of the circle and applied a slight means to increase his fondness.

He didn't go to see Xiubo anymore. He was a little angry about the fact that Xiubo Yin danced with his girl at the end of the period. He also knew that Xiubo ate Irony. Before the other side, his true nature was definitely better than smooth.

Duan Xiubo stood in the other circle of the crowd, smiling and accepting everyone's praise for the dance, while distracted and watching Rodin's movements.

Rodin's hair is still wet under the lights, because his intense exercise face has an unbleached, thin redness, and his sweaty appearance makes him a little more seductive than usual with a restrained smile.

Duan Huibo accidentally swallowed his mouth spit and licked his own somewhat dry lips.

Strange, the frequency of the heartbeat is a little unusual.