But on the stage, Huanhong's hands covered her face, raised her hips in a slanted position, and posed her feet in a fixed position.

The drum beats with rhymes outside Taiwan are closely ringing.

This mysterious foreplay alone is awesome.

However, Chen Feng was quite strange in his heart. Why did this drum beat sound familiar?

Accompanied by a drum beat.

Huanhong spread her fingers and pulled the flowers to both sides of her cheeks as she played.

A seductive face with charming eyes.

She did the same thing and made a round trip.

A sad and resentful face of a pretty wife.

Time is only five breaths.

Huanhong changed into more than a dozen different faces, each of which was a top-notch beauty face.

What’s rare is that Huanhong can also cooperate with her changing face, shaking her figure, and her essence is just right, making her face red and her ears pound and her heart pound.

Every change made everyone present restless. No matter what Huanhong's original face was, there was always a dish that suited her in this ever-changing beauty's face.

At least Chen Feng felt that his appetite was OK and we could eat the whole Manchu and Han banquet.

Chen Fengxin said, no wonder he feels familiar. It turns out that he is just playing with changing faces.

However, Huanhong's unique skill in changing faces is much better than Sichuan Opera.

Sleeping one is equivalent to sleeping in a group of people... Cough cough cough, stop and stop thinking again, the rhythm of changing faces is shorter, and the face is not covered, just like a face that has changed out of thin air.

The problem is that Chen Feng looked at it, and it seemed that there was nothing strange, it was actually weird enough.

Chen Mingting screamed, wishing to take out the secret money in his arms and spread it out.

Ou Julian is now just pretending to be serious, smiling with his face, admiring his eyes, shaking the folding fan, sucking wine, and the continuous sound of sucking wine betrayed his calmness. This guy couldn't hold back his saliva and used drinking as a cover-up.

What kind of world has Qiu Chen from the Soul-Secretary Department never seen?

Both of these guys are so striking, not to mention the big clients who are looking at them.

The money is like rain, and the golden leaves are used as showers. When you enter this kind of land, the atmosphere is the number. When you regret not being the first one, oh, it’s clean and your shorts are almost broken.

The unique skill is over, Mom Sang... Cough, the clown with charm is coming out to speak.

"Old rules, Miss Huanhong depends on your unique skills. Whoever can catch her eyes will be the husband of Huanhongyuan tonight."

HOHO~! One day, couple... Chen Feng complained in his heart that he had a sense of déjà vu when he was visiting the kiln.

"I have a new poem..."

"Well~"

The young man was booed before he finished speaking. It was a time when he was still playing, so he could only save enough money.

“I know leg hair drilling.”

Chen Mingting put one foot on the guardrail, lifted up his trouser legs, revealing the leg hairs that were thick with earthworms.

The legs are streaked and can swing left and right.

Holding the grass... Chen Feng secretly called out the tentacle monster. Who can hold on to this trick?

The sisters beside Chen Mingting were stunned and swallowed their saliva. They fought each other and wanted to kneel down and buried their heads.

Ou Julian spread a folding fan, blocking half of his face, indicating that he didn't know this guy.

Chen Mingting looked around and looked at him, dancing with his eyebrows, indicating, how dare anyone respond to our unique skills?

It can be seen that Huanhong was also a little moved.

She muttered to the madam with her ears.

The madam nodded and smiled, and said to everyone: "Is there any other unique skills comparable? Otherwise, the husband of Huanhonglou tonight would be..."

Before the madam could finish her words, the sister beside Chen Mingting giggled.

He held Chen Mingting's legs in his hand, and smiled so hard that he couldn't breathe. "What's fake, I rubbed it with dough."

Chen Mingting's old face turned red, snatched the dough leg hair from his sister's hand, and said with his neck in his hands, "When did I say it's true? Can't you joke?"

Everyone started to make a fuss again, and their lost hearts became alive again.

"Did you know it was fake?" Chen Feng saw Ou Julian's face-shielding behavior, and he hid half of his body.

"Don't you know him yet? He said he would make a fool of himself, but he didn't listen." Ou Julian shook his fan and said with lingering fear: "It's a good thing this is not an ordinary place. The madam knows that those who can come here are expensive and not easy to offend. Otherwise, they would not be beaten out if they change the place."

"It's so boring that I can't eat in vain." Chen Mingting was depressed and angrily spread to his sister's head. He hugged his sister's waist, hugged her hard, and said viciously: "You will be the only one tonight. If you don't stab you three shots and six holes, it will be difficult to relieve your hatred."

My sister was still joking, "Ohoyo, my master, I have always only exhausted cows, but there are no broken ground. Can you do it?"

Chen Mingting fought the man on his shoulder, and was furious and left the room, "Let you taste the power of my Lion King's whip technique."

"Beasts" and "scum".

Chen Feng and Ou Julian both shouted at Chen Mingting's back, "hei tui", and shared the same hatred for the enemy.

"Master, what about us?"

The sister beside them, as if there were no bones on her body, acted coquettishly and gurgled in their arms.

"Go ahead, don't bother the man and watch the show." Ou Julian turned his shoulder and almost pushed his sister to a big gang.

My sister was so arrogant, pouted, and looked at Chen Feng again.

The sister beside Chen Feng looked at her and rolled her eyes, signaling this handsome handsome guy, sister, I'll eat it, don't make any decisions.

A small episode in the private room here.

It's so lively outside.

The unique performances are one after another, more lively than the overpass.

What kind of big stones on the chest, swallowing swords, spitting fire, splits... I don’t know, I thought Zuixinfang had hired a juggling team tonight.

The young man who had said he wanted to recite poems took off his Confucian robe, rolled up his sleeves, clenched his eyes, and his one-eyed blood was flowing downwards. He gritted his teeth in a trembling voice: "I can pick my eyes, who dares to be crueler than me?"

This is really cruel, even more cruel than that of Xiaoqiang who died.

Human eyeballs are not fake eyes. Really, the naked eyeballs are just getting a gouged for life. The thoughts of Huanhong are so crazy that they want to sleep.

Chen Feng and Ou Julian stood by the guardrail with their wine glasses and drank each other, watching everyone making a comeback.

Ou Julian encouraged Chen Feng from the side, "Brother Chen, this young man is cruel. No one will do his best, but he won. Our Soul-Secretary Department has three of us today, so we can't let anyone take the lead."

"Why don't you go?" Chen Feng didn't take this action, shaking his wine glass to watch the show, sipping his mouth, which was quite like a shaking red wine glass.

"I've tried the King Kong fan boomerang for a long time, and people look down on me." Ou Julian winked at Chen Feng and leaned towards him. "I heard that Chen Mingting talked about Brother Chen, and he is very skilled. Today, let me open my eyes."

Chen Feng was about to answer the conversation.

Ou Julian, a bad friend, raised his hand and shouted, "We have a unique skill."

After saying that, when the guy saw the attractive eyes, he reached out and pointed at Chen Feng, shrank his body, and squatted down.

Ou Julian looked innocent and spread his hands to wink at Chen Feng, signaling me to help you here. Whether to sleep on the bed or the sleeping girl tonight depends on your own luck.
Chapter completed!