High-profile spoiled marriage: Mr. Bo can't

At that moment, Sheng Mingzhu seemed to be transformed into a monster on the battlefield, harvesting soul and life, but it made people feel the compassion in her.

"It's so beautiful!"

In front of the TV, Qu Xiao, a half-grown boy, blushed and stared at Sheng Mingzhu on the TV, as if bewitched by a goblin, his eyes flickered.

Qu Xiao's grandfather came out of the study, casually glanced at the TV, and was immediately stunned as if struck by lightning.

"This this……"

Qu Xiao turned around and saw his grandpa staring at Sheng Mingzhu on the TV with a blushing face, and thought to himself, Sister Mingzhu is infinitely charming, regardless of gender or age!
"Grandpa, this is Sheng Mingzhu, isn't it beautiful?"

The old man's hands trembled, and he murmured, "This is 'Flying Sky'! It's 'Flying Sky'!"

Qu Xiao was stunned, grandpa couldn't be more excited when he saw the beautiful woman talking incoherently?

The old man grabbed his grandson's hand, "Take me to the TV station quickly! Hurry up!"

"Grandpa, you can't do this even if you want to chase stars! They are recording programs, and you won't be able to see them even if you go!"

"You know what!" The old man was so angry that he slapped Qu Xiao on the head, cursing loudly, "This is the long-lost 'Flying Dance'! You uneducated boy, you are really embarrassing to me! "

Qu Xiao looked back at the fiery red figure on the TV in astonishment, and said to herself, Sister Mingzhu is really awesome, just dancing casually is a lost classical dance!
In the venue of the show, the sound of war drums stopped abruptly amidst the neighing of war horses. Sheng Mingzhu threw off her water sleeves and turned around in the middle of the field. Finally, she bent over and sat on the ground. The water sleeves fell lightly to the ground, forming a perfect circle around her.

The audience regained their senses and applauded thunderously.

When Sheng Mingzhu got up, her breathing was a little short, and there was a little sweat on her fair forehead, but she looked even more attractive like this.

Bao Sicheng leaned against the backstage curtain, his heart beating rapidly. At this moment, he wanted so much to rush up, hug Sheng Mingzhu into his arms, and carry him home without letting anyone see him.

She is too stunning to be stunning, everyone will like her, right?
She didn't care much about him in the first place, but after countless people like her, will she... still have him in her eyes?

Bao Sicheng watched Sheng Mingzhu bow slightly to the audience, and the applause didn't stop. He frowned, and subconsciously stroked the imprint on his wrist that he deliberately didn't let it heal.

The inflamed and infected wound hurt a little when pressed with his fingers, but there was a smile on his lips.

No matter what happens in the future, just like this mark will not disappear on him, he will always be in Sheng Mingzhu's life.

The following contestants came to the stage one after another by drawing lots, and many of them performed well, but none of them received thunderous applause like Sheng Mingzhu's again.

When the show was coming to an end, Producer Lu suddenly received a call from the head of the TV station, asking him to pick up an old professor to enter.

At this time, when all the contestants were waiting for the judges to score, Sheng Mingzhu thought that Ye Yaoguang's worrying thing was finally gone, and the recording should be able to end smoothly this time, so the scoring session was suddenly called off.

The audience looked at each other in blank dismay, when they suddenly heard a piece of news that made them collectively dumbfounded.

The very excited old professor on the stage said that the classical dance Sheng Mingzhu danced was the long-lost "Flying Dance".

It is said that countless historians and dancers have studied it for many years, but there are still many movements that cannot be restored.

However, just now, Sheng Mingzhu jumped out, a complete "Flying Dance"!
Weibo exploded again.

#Sheng Mingzhu Flying Dance#
#Sheng Mingzhu restores cultural heritage#
#Sheng Mingzhu how can everything#
Netizens are almost accustomed to Sheng Mingzhu's hot search for private bookings at every turn, but after clicking on it, they collectively "fuck it! Fuck it! Fuck it!".

Someone left a message asking: Is Sheng Mingzhu really the reincarnation of a fairy? Legend has it that Fei Tianwu is a dance performed by fairies in the Heavenly Palace.

So there was another hot search on Weibo.

#Sheng Mingzhu is the reincarnation of a fairy#
In the nanny's car, Ye Yaoguang was pinching his phone to scroll through Weibo, and finally threw the phone out.

What fairy?
As for Sheng Mingzhu's coquettish, flirtatious thing, who can hook up with men all day long, and dare to call herself a fairy?

The manager knew where Ye Yaoguang's anger came from looking at the phone screen, so he quickly picked up the phone, exited the Weibo interface, and sent it back to Ye Yaoguang to please.

"Sister Yaoguang, everyone is well aware of this kind of hype. What 'Fei Tian Wu' is, Sheng Mingzhu must have found it by herself. She is relying on the fact that no one else has seen the real 'Fei Tian Wu' ', that’s why I dare to brag!”

After hearing these words, Ye Yaoguang finally felt a little better.

"Go find someone to check that professor!"

Since Sheng Mingzhu is so daring to speculate, then she doesn't mind finding evidence of Sheng Mingzhu's lying, so help her out!
On the TV station, the recording of the program was finally over, and Sheng Mingzhu won the first place. There was an insurmountable wall between scoring and No.2.

The old professor followed Sheng Mingzhu eagerly, and asked carefully: "Miss Sheng, would you like to re-record 'Flying Dance'? It is of great significance!"

Sheng Mingzhu has always been more fond of scholars, not to mention that this is an octogenarian, so she reached out to support the old professor, smiled and said: "Okay, tell me the time, is the place on the TV station or are you looking for a place? "

Bao Sicheng followed from the other side, and interjected, "I'll just look for the place, you guys can make an appointment."

Sheng Mingzhu glanced at him without any objection. After all, she really couldn't find such a place, and judging by the old professor's appearance, she didn't seem to be able to find it either.

In the end, they made an appointment at nine o'clock on Saturday morning, and Bo Sicheng would send someone to pick up the old professor.

Sending off the old professor, Sheng Mingzhu folded his arms around his chest and looked at Bao Sicheng in front of him.

"Give me the address, and I'll go there by myself."

Bao Sicheng said softly, "I will pick you up."

"No need." Sheng Mingzhu refused decisively.

"Then you have to make the old professor wait for nothing."

Sheng Mingzhu's eyes twitched, "I can change places."

"But the old professor left me his contact information just now, you can't find him."

It was only then that Sheng Mingzhu realized that Bo Sicheng was trying to set her up for being so considerate!
She looked at Bao Sicheng's relaxed appearance and found it funny. Is she, Sheng Mingzhu, someone who can be easily threatened?
"Whether you give me love or not, at worst I'll record it myself and put it on the Internet!"

Sheng Mingzhu flicked the sleeves of the fiery red toga, and walked forward without looking back.

In Sheng Mingzhu's dictionary, the word "threatened" did not exist!