Mr. Lu, Don't Beg, Madam Kicked You Out of the Household Register

The space in the dressing room is limited. There is only a dressing table and makeup chair outside the dressing room.

Kicking the makeup chair under the dressing table to make room, Lu Yan removed the cumbersome dress from the little woman in his arms like peeling egg shells.

With gentle movements, as if she were holding some treasure, she lifted the little woman who was filled with sugary deliciousness on top of the layers of feather gauze, placed them together on the ground, and then followed her up.

If the dress is stained, it will ruin the concert...

Mrs. Lu still has time to think about other people, huh?

Lu Yan intensified his offensive, disturbing the thoughts of those under him. Their minds were so blank that they couldn't think of anything. The bottom line dropped again and again...

When the warm palm touched her last territory, she suddenly woke up. In response to the stress, she arched her knees and slammed into the man who was oppressing her.

A heavy groan came from above his head, and Lu Yan's body couldn't help but twitch as his hand protected the severe pain. One arm lost its support under Jiang Li's push, and his tall body suppressed the petite body beneath him.

Jiang Li struggled to open Lu Yan's heavy body and pulled the dress skirt on the ground a few times, but it didn't move at all. He stamped his feet anxiously.

There were constant knocks on the door.

She wrapped her arms around her naked body and slipped into the dressing room on tiptoes, locking the door behind her.

My ancestor, Mengchu has already stepped forward to start the show. It's your turn to play on stage soon. Are you okay?

immediately.

Jiang Li responded in the locker room, reopened a crack in the door, and was shocked to see Lu Yan blocking the door of the locker room with a dark face.

It was already too late to lock her away. Lu Yan forced his way in and forced her back against the wall of the dressing room.

The back of his hand was on her back, pressed against the cold wall.

Suppressing the anger rising in his heart, he threatened in a hoarse voice: Have you figured out how to compensate me?

Little Ancestor, please open the door quickly! What's going on?!

Jiang Li heard the urgent knocking on the door outside. She was trapped in a small corner between Lu Yan's arm and the wall, anxious and helpless, Sister Jia is urging me outside, you are not willing to let Bai Mengchu do it in front of the stage. …”

Let me wait for them all!

Lu Yan roared so furiously that the door of the dressing room suddenly fell into silence.

Lu Yan was not only Bai Mengchu's financial backer, but also the sole sponsor of the entire concert.

No matter what the reason is, Jia Jie is an existence that an agent cannot afford to offend.

I just don’t know what’s going on with the two people inside, but don’t let it affect the performance ahead.

The headset notified Bai Mengchu in front of the stage to stall for time, while Sister Jia stood outside the door and waited for time.

At this time, we can only pray that Jiang Li is reliable and can get rid of Lu Yan and open the door as soon as possible.

If Jiang Li dares to delay the concert, Bai Mengchu will not let Jiang's mother go.

At this moment, she looked at the man she had offended, and she was too angry to express her anger, You were the one who went overboard first, no wonder I...

It's two different things. I can let you touch it back. If you hurt it, how can you compensate for it?

Lu Yan said and pulled her little hand down, and Jiang Li touched the soft and well-behaved miniature version through the fabric. He shrank his fingers and tried hard to break free from Lu Yan's shackles.

It's too late!

Sister Jia boldly raised her voice outside the door to remind her.

Jiang Li pursed his lips and had no choice but to bow his head to the man in front of him, How do you want me to make up for it? Besides sleeping with you.

Kiss until I'm satisfied, let's start.

...

Jiang Li closed his eyes to calm down, reluctantly opened his eyes, stood on tiptoes to estimate the height, raised his head and kissed the man's cheek. However, he miscalculated the height and only kissed his rolled Adam's apple.

In the past, every time he leaned over her, or he held her and wrapped her legs around his waist. Only when he was deeply involved did she have the chance to kiss him.

The first time he woke up, he asked to be kissed.

Jiang Li's clumsy kiss landed on the tightly beating arteries of his neck, and the connection to his heart tightened.

Lu Yan's big palm clasped the back of her head as she was trying to retreat, and lowered his head to capture her slightly red and swollen, alluring lips.

Tossing and turning, and attacking with such force, the tip of Jiang Li's tongue was numb from the biting, and the extreme lack of oxygen in his chest was about to explode. Like a dehydrated fish, he could only open his mouth and let him attack.

His little hands clenched his fists, punched and pushed his chest, and then he let go of the sweetness in his mouth that was still lingering.

His deep eyes were fixed on the glimmering water between the two of them, and his thumb rubbed hard on her red lips, smearing the last bit of lipstick into a mess.

Jiang Li was suddenly free and breathed in the fresh air greedily.

The makeup on the originally delicate little face was completely messed up, but it only added to the messy charm.

Lu Yan hugged the limp little woman and put it back into the cumbersome dress in his hand.

He zipped it up for her, then pulled a gauze scarf casually draped on the makeup mirror and put it around her shoulders, tightly wrapping the beauty that was about to emerge on her chest.

The moment Jiang Li unlocked the dressing room door, Sister Jia couldn't wait to rush in.

Ancestor, what are you wrapped up in, and the makeup you just put on... Forget it, it's too late, don't go on stage and fry it outside!

Sister Jia murmured, not daring to look up at Lu Yan's face, so she pulled Jiang Li and ran out.

Lu Yan leisurely slid his wheelchair and followed behind, watching the little woman being pushed and shoved to the lift.

Then he watched her nervously pick up the wide feather skirt and sit in front of the custom-made crystal Steinway.

As the lifting platform slowly rose, she sat in the gauze curtain with smoke wave effects.

Yingbai's hands fell on the black and white keys, and as the first note jumped out, Jiang Li's small face with closed eyes was no longer timid, and his whole body and mind flowed with the music.

The restless complaints in the audience because the performance was delayed were silenced by the beautiful piano sounds.

A tightly wrapped figure arrived belatedly, flexibly weaving through the crowd in the outfield, and entered the infield with a special invitation ticket.

The moment the clear and jumping piano music hit my ears, he was fully armed under his peaked cap, revealing only a pair of shrewd and strong eyes, flashing with stunning aura.

The little assistant went through a lot of hard work and eliminated thousands of people before finally squeezing in to join them again.

He was so tired that he gasped, If you don't go through the exclusive passage, you have to crowd with people. Why do you bother?

The person under the peaked cap stared closely and recognized that the person speaking was indeed his assistant. He pulled down his mask and raised a finger in his mouth to signal him: Shh, you are making a noise, everyone is quietly listening to the performance.

As he spoke, he put some distance away from him, pretending that he didn't know him at all, and disdainfully set a clear line with the unqualified and noisy little assistant.

Assistant: ...

He is quite old, but his behavior is really childish.

Quietly taking small steps towards Gu Gu, the assistant took out the binoculars and reading glasses from his backpack and handed them to him.

Gu Gu waved his hand to him to stay away without looking.

Today is her performance. There is only one performer on the stage. How can you find someone else to pretend to be her?

You're right. You can hear it clearly with your ears, but your presbyopic eyes can't see clearly.

...

Gu Gu took the time to turn his head and glare at the assistant, then simply closed his eyes and listened to the playing attentively.

The black and white keys depict a high-pitched and magnificent scene, with ups and downs between the melodies, stirring the heartstrings of every listener present and resonating with the rhythmic journey of the crimson dream.

There are very few breaks between concerts.

Jiang Li went backstage to change his clothes, returned to the stage, and then played five piano pieces in a row. After perfectly completing Bai Mengchu's masterpiece White Nightmare according to the fans' requests, it was the final piece of today's concert.

It was Bai Mengchu who specially selected the difficulty of the song and prepared it to show off his skills to impress his ancient apprentice.

Jiang Li dropped his hand behind his back and silently massaged his right forearm where the pain was becoming more severe.

Sister Jia looked at her worriedly from the corner of the stage. Next to her, there was Bai Mengchu who was hiding in disguise wearing the same clothes as her assistant Xiao Tao.

Just now, security at the concert gate announced that someone was entering with the only two special guest tickets of the concert.

In the crowd of thousands of people, the fluorescent sticks flickered, and Jia Jie and Bai Mengchu searched for the old man everywhere to no avail.

Gu Gu may be somewhere in the audience at this moment. Jiang Li must not let her old injury relapse and let her lose the chain at the critical moment!