Chapter 481
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You're not allowed to look!
They turned their heads and saw the man they had met once at the Huo Family's manor sitting behind them. In his arms was a young girl with a flushed face who reeked of alcohol. He was focused on watching the performance with them. His temperament was as noble and ascetic as usual.
The girls were dumbfounded. "Mr. Huo?!"
"You, when did you arrive?"
Lightning flashed in his mind.
Each and every one of them was so shocked that their faces were as red as blood. How bold and unrestrained they were just now was how reserved they were now.
She rubbed her hands and stood at the side like a little quail.
Huo Yunque lifted his chin and narrowed his eyes. "Continue."
"Continue, continue?"
Everyone looked at each other in dismay as they felt the powerful aura emanating from the man's body. It scared them so much that even their souls trembled.
It turned out that …
Did Mr. Huo have such a fetish?
Tang Xinrou glanced at her best friend, who was playing dead in Huo Yunque's arms, and secretly scolded her for being a good-for-nothing. Her legs went soft as she ran out to mediate the situation. She smiled embarrassedly and said, "Then, let's continue. You guys dance well!"
She gave those handsome young men a look.
Compared to the girls, the pressure that the young men felt was much greater.
Working here, they had seen countless big shots. This was the first time that a casual glance was enough to make them feel as if they were carrying a thousand kilograms of stone on their backs.
The more passionate she had been dancing earlier, the more stiff she was now.
Amidst the passionate electronic music, there was a hint of teasing.
Under the light, their skin was very white. Their shirts had already fallen to their elbows, and their jeans were stuck to their hips.
One of the belts was already half undone.
Now, they were probably the ones in the most awkward position.
Song Yaoyao wished she could dig a hole in the ground and hide in it. Her face was tense and her eyes flickered. She discreetly raised her eyes to look at Huo Yunque's expression and found that he was really focused on watching those men dance.
Her strong sense of possessiveness suddenly jumped out. Ignoring her guilty conscience, she quickly covered Huo Yunque's eyes.
"Don't look! You're not allowed! "
Her voice was childish and fierce, without any deterrence.
Huo Yunque's dark eyes flashed with an unreadable emotion. He pulled Song Yaoyao's hand away and pulled it back.
His palms were huge, and he easily grabbed the girl's delicate wrist and held it behind her back. Song Yaoyao's chest puffed up, and she had no choice but to sit up straight in the man's arms.
Other than the seductive music, the rest of the people didn't even dare to breathe.
The dance had already changed. Other than the man sitting in the middle of the sofa who was as calm as if it was his own home, the others were all tense and stood aside awkwardly, as if they were being inspected by a teacher. They were all as obedient as chicks.
Shen Xun pursed his lips. Just as he was about to walk over, Tang Xinrou glared at him and he stopped in his tracks.
Now that Mr. Huo was obviously in a bad mood, if Shen Xun interfered, things would not be so easy to handle.
"If you can see it, why can't I?"
Huo Yunque raised his eyebrows and leaned back on the sofa leisurely.
At the same time, he lifted Song Yaoyao's chin. "Let's watch it together?"
Song Yaoyao couldn't avoid it. Her little face was like a piece of pink jade, white with a hint of rosy, like a ripe peach, exuding a sweet and juicy smell.
"I don't …"
She shook her little head, but she couldn't avoid it. She was about to cry.
"Brother, I don't want to watch it!" Her voice was sticky, and her grievances were almost tangible.
"Oh? Because I'm here? "
(End of chapter)
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