Chapter 517
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Nick and the other three members of the Backstreet Boys would have been tempted if they hadn't been friends. On the stage, Qin Guan changed his dance again.
He spread his arms out horizontally, and with the rhythm of the Gangnam Style, he began to twist his arms like a water snake, twisting towards Nick Carter.
Oh...
The audience followed Qin Guan's rhythm and changed their postures. Some of the older guys were eager to try such a simple and coquettish pose.
Qu sneaked up behind Qin Guan. When her arm was about to touch his shirt, the Best Actor on the stage jumped off the stage with a shout.
Following his memory, he walked up to Cong Nianwei and put his arms around the shoulders of his beloved woman.
"Twist with me!"
Cong Nianwei wanted to die, but Qin Guan held her firmly in his arms.
"Ah Wu, Ah Wu! Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei swayed their hips in an exaggerated way.
Cong Nianwei was stuck between a rock and a hard place. She had no choice but to twist. His right hand pushed her waist out of the way.
In the eyes of outsiders, they were indeed a couple. Even their rhythm was tight and they cooperated well with each other.
Just as they were about to form a group, Qin Guan pressed a button on the blower. Bubbles and confetti were blown all over the place.
Qin Guan, who was no longer a normal person, opened his arms and threw himself into the strong wind without hesitation.
Of course, subconsciously, he wasn't so stupid that he couldn't take care of himself. He instinctively turned his back to the front of the fan. It seemed that he wasn't too drunk.
In China's ancient myths, there were always two stories about people who broke through the void and became immortals.
Ignoring the pieces of paper on Qin Guan's head, he looked like he wanted to fly away with the wind.
The atmosphere was brought to a climax by Qin Guan's rhythmic singing and dancing. It was easy for the audience to imitate his strange and incomprehensible dance steps.
It was better to have fun together than to have fun alone. Qin Guan, who had nothing to fear, took a big stride forward, riding the wind and waves to reach Nick Carter, whose hair was flying in the wind.
His long hair was no longer as handsome as Aaron Kwok's. Instead, it was like a golden-haired lion king. Qin Guan made a downward gesture and shouted, "Jiangnan style!"
Just as Nick was about to fight back, Qin Guan jumped up and landed on the stage.
Qu Xuemei, who had failed to stop Qin Guan on the stage, stopped and turned around.
Suddenly, the chandeliers on the ceiling became as numerous as the stars in the sky, spinning around his head.
His feet felt like he was stepping on cotton, and he felt a little dizzy. To confirm this, he tried his best to stand up straight, and used his right foot to forcefully tap on the floor a few times.
At that moment, the dancers, who had been standing in a row under the stage and dancing to the accompaniment of the spontaneous drums, cheered loudly when they saw Qin Guan jump on the stage again.
This is so fun! It's even more addictive than smoking pot in secret!
As soon as he touched the ground, he heard the familiar cheers from the audience.
"Another one!"
"Wow! You are so handsome, Mr. Qin! "
Thus, he nodded again, and with a bit of the heroism of an auntie in the square, he clapped his hands loudly. "You are my little, little apple!"
Cong Nianwei couldn't hold back her laughter any longer. Before Qin Guan could show them what the national fitness exercises would be like in 10 years, Qu grabbed him by the collar.
"Get off me … What kind of nonsense are you singing? You even started to improvise and compose songs!"
As a man with a strong sense of self-preservation, Qin Guan bent down and was dragged off the stage by Qu.
Cong Nianwei and the others gathered around Qin Guan. She put her hand on her forehead. She had never known that Qin Guan was like that when he was drunk.
Hilton was staring at Cong Nianwei. Her plan to get to know Qin Guan at a close distance had not been carried out yet, but Qin Guan had already made a good impression on her.
Qu and Cong Nianwei refused Hilton's offer to stay the night and dragged him out of the villa area.
The roar of the convertible gradually faded away. In this most lively and fashionable party, the legend of the most playful Chinese boy was left behind.
It was said that he had the richest musical material, and his singing style was different from European and American pop music. He was very funny, so he was the most popular person at the party.
He had no idea what he had done. Cong Nianwei had thrown him into their hotel in Los Angeles with all her strength while he was smiling.
They hoped that their vacation in Southern California would not be wasted because of Qin Guan's hangover.
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The next morning, the sun peeked through the gaps in the curtains. He had been to the city several times, but he had never calmed down enough to see its true colors.
Qin Guan was brushing his teeth at the sink, trying to recall the few memories he had of the party the previous night.
He only had a vague memory of the crazy night at the party. Cong Nianwei, who was applying sunscreen to her face, remained silent about his performance the day before.
Qin Guan had no time to think about it. Cong Nianwei dragged him to the hotel excitedly.
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