Love and Hate of Past Time

Lingyue dance troupe's products are well known in the art world. Most of the tickets for shuiyuetian have been sold as early as three months ago.

Three days ago, their ultimate poster went out of the street. Fans knew that the lead dancer this time was Mu Qingxuan, and her mood was very high. This virtually increased Mu Qingxuan's psychological pressure.

"Shuiyuetian" is a long dance with complicated movements and eight bars. It takes about a week to remember it completely. This is not a small challenge in itself. Mu Qingxuan, on the other hand, has always been more demanding of herself. She hopes that her memory can reach a level where her body can react naturally to the sound of music, which tests her memory and the repetition of practice.

Two nights before the performance, she went to the study to find Mo Yanrui and handed him the ticket.

"This is my performance the day after tomorrow. Will you and Xiao Chen come to see it?" She didn't have much confidence that he would agree. After all, he should not be interested in these activities.

Five years ago, she had invited him, he went, but at that time she did not know.

This time, she hoped that he and Xiaochen would be present. She took two tickets for the first row seats, and as soon as they came, she could see them clearly.

Mo Yanrui looked at the tickets she had handed over and was stunned.

Over the past few years, he has known her every performance and seen her every performance, but he is not on the scene. He watched the videos of the performances over and over again to capture her.

But he did not dare to go to the scene because she had left him behind. He was afraid that if he saw her with his own eyes, he would not be able to restrain her, just like now. But he did it after all, because he couldn't stand her marrying others, so he decided to let each other's lives overlap again.

Now she invited him to watch her on the stage. He could not restrain his pursuit of her eyes. His inner excitement could not be expressed.

"If you don't have time That's fine. "

Mu Qingxuan's tone was disappointed, but she still managed to smile. She thought his silence was embarrassing, so she didn't want to force it.

"I'll take Xiaochen." Aware of the loss in her tone, he was inexplicably happy.

When he finished, her eyes brightened, and a sweet smile came out of the corner of her mouth. He couldn't help but hook her chin: "you can't look at other men like this."

"Ah! What? "

When he realized what he had said, he looked a little embarrassed and withdrew his hand in silence.

Mu Qingxuan lowered her head: "I'll go out to practice dancing first."

"Well, don't be too tired." He also went back to his desk and looked down at his papers.

On such a night, there was a kind of subtle emotion in their hearts.

Xiaochen knew the next morning that he would be able to watch mummy dance tomorrow night, and he was so happy that he danced.

"Don't you worry that he will jump on the stage with you then?" Mo Yanrui joked.

Looking at their happy appearance, Mrs. LAN added: "maybe the young master really inherited Miss Qingxuan's talent for dancing."

"Tomorrow night, I'll trouble you to watch Xiaochen. If he runs up, what will the audience do?" Mu Qingxuan also joked along with their topic.

Mo Yanrui snorted coldly: "my son is willing to dance for them, who dares to have an opinion."

Mu Qingxuan clenched her lower lip and held back her smile. She was really an overbearing and complacent father.

On the night of the performance, Mu Qingxuan spent the whole day rehearsing at the venue. After dinner, Mo Yanrui and Xiao Chen dressed up in the same suit and went out to see the performance.

"I like Mu Qingxuan very much. It's great to see her dance. Every character seems to have life, only music and action. It's like watching a movie."

"Yes, it's like a dance elf."

When entering the performance venue, Mo Yanrui heard the discussion of dance lovers around him and realized that Mu Qingxuan's recognition in the industry was higher than he thought.

"Daddy, are they talking about Mommy?" Xiaochen asked curiously.

Mo Yanrui nodded, and his face was full of pride. That kind of expression called you Rongyan.

The performance was wonderful, and the applause from the audience was more and more enthusiastic.

He observed the scene and found that Mu Qingxuan had many male fans. When those men stare at Mu Qingxuan on the stage warmly and attentively, he feels that his blood is going to boil.

Especially when Mu Qingxuan dances that solo dance, he just wants to lock Mu Qingxuan in his arms and not share her beauty with anyone.

At the end of the performance, the audience left with full satisfaction.

He sent a text message to Mu Qingxuan, asking if she would like to go home together.

"But I have a little interview."

"Xiao Chen and I can wait for you."

Mu Qingxuan agrees. Mo Yanrui asks the driver to take some sleepy Xiaochen to the car first. He goes backstage alone to find Mu Qingxuan.

Mu Qingxuan, who leads the dance, has an independent rest room. After the dressing curtain in the rest room, she wanted to change her dance dress and put on another dress for an interview, but the zipper of the dress got stuck.She regretted not changing clothes in the same rest room with the others.

Suddenly, a hand pulled the zipper down for her. She turned back in surprise. Mo Yanrui's handsome face was close at hand.

"How did you come in? This backstage row is full of lounges, and a lot of actors are changing their clothes. "

"I know it's just you." His eyes were burning down her neck. She felt the coolness of her shoulders. The zipper of the dance dress opened and the dress was falling down.

She busily pressed the clothes to cover her body, but he pulled off the dancing clothes, put his hands directly on her chest, bowed his head, and sealed her lips before she screamed.

His big hands were constantly kneading, and his breathing became more and more intense.

"As soon as I saw you on the stage, I wanted to do it. Of course, I wanted to take out the eyes of all the men on the scene. You are mine and everything you have is mine."

With that, he bit her lips eagerly, pressed her against the wall, and kissed her fiercely.

There was a knock on the door outside.

"How are you, elder martial sister Qingxuan? The reporters are waiting. The head of the group is urging people. " Gu Nuan unscrewed the door, but when he saw that the dressing curtain was still up, he went out first.

Mu Qingxuan is scared out of her wits. She's worried that Gu Nuan will open the curtain and come in and see what they are like.

"I have to go for an interview," she said shyly, pushing his chest

Mo Yanrui's eyes full of desire were slightly reluctant, but he handed her the dress hanging on the wall.

After Mu Qingxuan went out for a while, he slipped out of the lounge.

The success of this performance has made the reporters of art report more enthusiastic about Mu Qingxuan's interview. However, Mu Qingxuan's head reverberates with what happened in the rest room, vaguely shaking.