Zhao Ziyue nodded coldly. He had not been exposed to street dance for too long. As soon as he walked onto the stage, he couldn't help but miss Lu Xiaoyu in the distance. The thoughts he had been suppressed in his heart, making him feel unavoidable and he had no feeling of Nangong Hongdou's enthusiasm. [Literature www.shuw.]

Feeling Zhao Ziyue's coldness, Nangong Hongdou kept silent and followed him silently, thinking that he must be angry because of his own interfering affairs. Nangong Hongdou bit his lips and carefully pulled Zhao Ziyue's sleeve to accompany him outside.

Every woman has a time to fall. The man in front of her went from a problem student to a sensation in Yicheng, and then to the dancer Nangong Hongdou, who danced on the stage, knew that she had completely fallen.

Suddenly, when Zhao Ziyue turned around, he pinched Nangong Hongdou's delicate chin and made her look up, looked at the pitiful and beautiful face, kissed the delicate lips, and pressed the beautiful body tightly with his hands to perfection.

Zhao Ziyue looked down at Nangong Hongdou's towering chest and snow-white **, and remembered the scene of two people playing chess at the dining table. The smile on the corners of his mouth became brighter and brighter. Games have always been his strength. Whether it is a gangster who is intrigue or a volatile love scene, let me teach you a fun game of how to fall! My teacher Nangong.

When the deep kiss ended, Nangong Hongdou was panting. She did not notice that Zhao Ziyue's black eyes were full of evil and weirdness. Zhao Ziyue's fingers gently rubbed her delicate tears on her cheeks and smiled slightly, "Do you think you have to take responsibility for every mistake? Should you pay the price for it?"

Nangong Hongdou's autumn eyes stared at the thin face in front of her, and she actually forgot to answer Zhao Ziyue's question, which was a little pitiful. Every woman has times when she is crazy, even a goddess.

Zhao Ziyue frowned and put his fingers into her warm little mouth, squeezed open the delicate lilac tongue, ravaging the wonderful touch of her fingertips almost made Zhao Ziyue moan. She had a faint fragrance. In addition to delicious food and ink-scented books, even this little mouth can make people feel fragrant.

This time, Nangong Hongdou looked at Zhao Ziyue at a loss. When Zhao Ziyue's fingers penetrated her little mouth, she reminded her of the couple's love for beauty in the video. She gently opened her petal-like lips and learned from the movements in the video to suck Zhao Ziyue's fingers. Her crabapple-like face and charming eyes formed a beautiful picture of a beautiful beauty. The beautiful teacher, who has always been pure and cold, actually "seduced" the students so much!

Zhao Ziyue smiled evilly and said, "Teacher Nangong, do you know what we are doing?"

Nangong Hongdou was stunned, her mouth stopped moving but still held Zhao Ziyue's fingers warmly. Her eyes were innocently looking at Zhao Ziyue, who was smiling on her face but was silent like death in her eyes. Her IQ and EQ were already negative in her heart. She just wanted to reminisce about the warmth for a moment, because she was afraid that what would come with her life would be lonely and lonely.

Whenever I saw the photo of her father Nangong Qingxuan in Nangong Hongdou's private villa, Zhao Ziyue remembered the scene of his father being taken away by the man who was separated. It was this man who caused his family to be broken.

It's this man!

Good luck makes people feel bad, and his daughter is now having sex with him.

If you can’t love, just hate it!

Zhao Ziyue pulled out his finger, holding the face that was even more dazzling because of his sadness, and looked at the pitiful pair of Qiu Tongs with black eyes close-up, "You haven't answered my question yet, Xiaohongdou, you asked me to answer the questions before, but today I'll be replaced."

Nangong Hongdou blinked Shui Ling's big eyes stupidly, obviously not understanding Zhao Ziyue's meaning. Suddenly, Zhao Ziyue's hands were no longer satisfied with hugging her waist, but instead entered her buttocks. This made her both ashamed and happy, and her dizzy cheeks became more charming and rosy.

Zhao Ziyue said evilly: "In the future, as long as I want to see you, you must appear in front of me. Do you know, Xiaohongdou?"

Nangong Hongdou hadn't heard the 'little red bean' in Zhao Ziyue's mouth clearly. This time, he finally heard it clearly. He immediately burst into tears and threw himself into Zhao Ziyue's arms and cried loudly, choking and said, "I know!"

Now I am very satisfied to be by his side more, even if he wants to hurt himself more deeply! Nangong Hongdou just wants to share his smile, his voice, his frown, his naughtyness and his badness at close range! As for what the price is, it is no longer within her consideration.

Zhao Ziyue's eyes were fun and said: "What is the relationship between the old man wearing black-framed glasses in your photo and you?"

Nangong Hongdou said, "He is my dad."

Zhao Ziyue raised his eyebrows, and he was indeed right! Zhao Ziyue knew it and said in his heart: "What job does your father do?"

Nangong Hongdou whispered: "He is the vice governor of HR province."

Zhao Ziyue was shocked and immediately understood a lot of things. How much resources does the dignified vice governor with power in the entire HR province hold! No wonder so many men care so much about Nangong Hongdou. It would be difficult for anyone to climb this relationship without Jackie Chan.

Ten years ago, my father fell from this position. Would it be more interesting if this man fell from the same place to the bottom ten years later?

He looked at the crying little face, and finally showed a little tenderness of not knowing whether he was sincere and said, "Go in and watch the party."

Nangong Hongdou nodded in a daze and followed him into the auditorium and sat behind her. In fact, she felt like she was having a somewhat absurd but not disappointed dream.

The performance on stage turned out to be ballet. It seemed that Nangong Hongdou specially invited members of the literary and artistic club to show this elegant scene. Zhao Ziyue was very unaware of this art known as the toes. He would not object to the stripper.

Then there were some sketches from Xialibaren, which was a show in the sophomore architecture department. What’s funny is that Ma Liang plays a negative role with great strength. Optimus Prime stood on the stage majestic. One tall and one short, one strong and one weak. Two people standing there are the biggest jokes.

Nangong Hongdou couldn't help but be amused. Beauty Bing was whipped by Zhao Ziyue's animal. She secretly covered her mouth and suddenly found that her hand was taken away, and then her lips were blocked. After a moment of surprise, she immediately took the initiative to hug Zhao Ziyue's neck. Dingxiang secretly vomited and entangled with Zhao Ziyue.

Zhao Ziyue suddenly let go of the emotional Nangong Hongdou and coldly looked at the folk dance on the stage. It seemed that the passionate kiss just now was just a ridiculous exercise. Nangong Hongdou lowered his head aggrievedly, not wanting him to see his fragile side.

As long as a minute and a century, Zhao Ziyue finally broke his silence and said, "Do you hope I will perform on stage again?"

"think."

Zhao Ziyue turned to himself with her tears and smiled and said, "Am I happy to be with me? Are you protesting silently with tears? Don't tell me that it is the wind that blows the sand into your eyes. I am just pretending to be an idiot."

What does it mean to roll over the big bed with a woman? Does this woman's body and mind belong to you? Zhao Ziyue never thinks that way.

Nangong Hongdou's face changed drastically, and she instantly pale and said in a trembling voice: "No unhappy, yes..."

Zhao Ziyue said lightly: "Don't shed tears in front of me in the future!"

Nangong Hongdou nodded vigorously, but her tears flowed more without competing. Women are made of water. Cold beauty has even more water.

Zhao Ziyue stared at the twitching shoulders, with helpless eyes, and softened her heart. She gently wiped Nangong Hongdou's tears that had almost washed her face with her slender fingers, and sighed and said, "You are not Lin Daiyu, and I am not Jia Baoyu. There is no stone story in Xiangshan."

Nangong Hongdou smiled beautifully and said, "I have been Xue Baochai for so many years, now I just want to be your Lin Meimei. Even if the moths flew into the fire, I was heartbroken."

Zhao Ziyue was stunned and didn't say anything. It was soon his last show. He took out a white cotton handkerchief from his body and handed it to Nangong Hongdou, saying, "You know I don't like what you cry the most, don't make me embarrassed."

Holding the handkerchief in surprise, Nangong Hongdou was speechless for a long time, and today's tears were almost comparable to those in the past ten years.

She is not a fragile woman, otherwise she would not be the director of the sports department of this university. Although this has something to do with her grandfather, her efforts must be twice or even three times that of others. She has always shown herself as a strong woman and a cold beauty.

But that was just before being pushed down by Zhao Ziyue.

Zhao Ziyue came behind the scenes, and the host was about to ask Teacher Nangong if he wanted to announce the end. When he came over, Zhao Ziyue smiled and said with a gentle smile: "Let me go on stage next."

The beautiful host Yage looked at Zhao Ziyue, who was depressed and blinked his big eyes and asked, "Why didn't I know there is still a show?"

Zhao Ziyue took the guitar that Nangong Hongdou had prepared long ago, smiled and said it was a personal guitar singing.

Yage asked in confusion: "You can do guitar too? What song is it? Is it lyrical pop music or intense rock?"

Zhao Ziyue shook her head with a mysterious smile.

Some people are destined to be the focus of the world. Zhao Ziyue is the kind of person born to be envied and central. When he stood on the stage again, he carried a guitar and the dim light shone on his vicissitudes of melancholy face. His lonely aura and lonely temperament made him instantly silent in the noisy auditorium.

All the girls were immediately attracted by him because many students had already recognized him as the arrogant basketball prince, AV brother, football player, and Taekwondo master. I originally thought that Zhao Ziyue was just learning a strong girl and had two eyes, especially the girl in the sophomore department of Zhao Ziyue was even more crazy.

Cheng Ziyi looked at the familiar figure and murmured: "Stir, you have never let me down. The same is true today."

Nangong Hongdou held the handkerchief tightly, her eyes blurred with tears.

Zhao Ziyue, who was watched by everyone, gently lit a cigarette and tweaked the strings with his hands. The pleasant sound was as if he was tugging with someone's heartstrings.

Think about your worry-free childhood,

The tragic time of the broken young man,

Inhuman years of youth!

Taking a deep breath of smoke, a gloomy and husky voice said: "Everyone has only one youth. We either cherish it or squander it."

A song by Wu Bai's "The Crying Man" roared out

The cold wind tonight tear my heart to pieces

I will not return in a hurry

The hazy drizzle has hazy beauty

Another glass of wine

...

Why am I crying so miserable

Are I still looking forward to your appearance

Can't believe it anymore

Believe in myself

The superficial and ridiculous me

The crying person

At this moment, the audience was silent. The men on the stage were not the decadent temperament deliberately disguised. The hoarse voice seemed to tear apart people's hearts. Slowly, someone sang with the song, and later the sound became louder and louder. When the last sentence "The crying person" was sang

Many people present cried.

Think about the lost youth, the elderly parents, and the abandoned studies. Many boys also joined the ranks of crying.

Songbi.

The people on the stage made an action that surprised everyone present.

He used one finger to break all the strings. The sharp sound strongly stimulated people's eardrums.

After throwing off a cigarette butt, Zhao Ziyue walked back to the backstage with the destroyed guitar. What left people was a lonely back.

Tonight is destined to be an unforgettable night. Many comedy are forgotten, but many tragedies are remembered by the world because it is more shocking to the soul.

Tonight is destined to be a passionate night.

Tonight is destined to be a crying night.

What women shed are passionate tears, and what men shed are tears of remorse.

It’s not a sin for a man to cry!

After the meeting, everyone was reluctant to leave for a long time. Everyone was still immersed in the atmosphere just now.

Senior agent Mr. Bao finally found Teacher Nangong and asked eagerly: "Teacher Nangong, I am eager to meet the man who played guitar just now. I think he has the potential to be a superstar. Is he a student of this school? What's wrong? Teacher Nangong? I think you have the bad face."

Nangong Hongdou smiled and said, "It's nothing. Do you think of him?" What surprised Mr. Bao was that Nangong Hongdou said he wanted to call him first to see his opinion.

Walking silently on the campus path, neither of them silently.

Cheng Ziyi held Zhao Ziyue's arm tightly. He heard his actions on the stage just now, and his heart was slightly sad and heartbroken and hugged his arms tighter.

She found that she didn't know his past at all. He didn't say it, she didn't ask. But based on her intuition, Cheng Ziyi felt that something very tragic happened to him. But he was still living happily as if nothing had happened. He could not have lived so tired. Could it be better to say his sadness and share the burden with the two of them?

Suddenly he stopped. Cheng Ziyi raised her delicate little face as beautiful as a flower and said crisply: "Tell me your past, can we share the burden together?"
Chapter completed!