The wealthy son-in-law of the female president

After the prelude to the music ended, Yang Zihan became more enthusiastic in an instant, and made various charming movements around Yang Chen.

Every move is so hot, every movement is extremely wild, and it is also mixed with uncontrollable postures, wild and uninhibited.

At this moment, Yang Chen looked at the dancing Yang Zihan, and was actually a little confused. The charming Yang Zihan is definitely a female fairy who can take away a man's soul.

But Yang Chen found that behind this, in Yang Zihan's occasional gaze, Yang Chen saw a trace of hidden sadness.

This trace of sadness is hidden very deeply, and you need to observe carefully to discover it, otherwise you won't be able to feel it.

She is not only a doctor, but also the owner of this bar. She seems to want to vent the depression in her heart through this fierce dance.

"Beautiful, it's really beautiful."

"I can not stand it any more!"

"I want to divorce my wife! I will marry you and go home!"

"If such a woman can be with her, I don't know how wonderful it would be!"

Among the men playing in the bar, there are many bastards among them, all kinds of ugly words passed to Yang Chen's ears through the music.

Yang Zihan's dancing posture pushed the atmosphere in the bar to the highest point, and countless men fantasized about being able to be with Yang Zihan.

Even if they couldn't wake up the next morning, they were willing.

After all, people who come here to drink are looking for excitement. If someone really comes here to drink foolishly, wouldn't it be too moody.

Beauty and alcohol, which one is not what men want?

Among the audience, Yang Chen, who was pretending to be a steel pipe, was undoubtedly the happiest man.

Because he can always be passive, touching many places on the woman's body, even many men in the bar imagine that he is the steel pipe.

Sometimes, Yang Zihan would put his legs on Yang Chen's arms.

Sometimes he would put his arms on Yang Chen's waist.

From time to time, he would have an intimate contact with Yang Chen, and always maintain a state of closeness.

Yang Chen, who was motionless, could clearly feel Yang Zihan's body and that fair skin.

Yang Chen's heart was very calm, he took a deep breath, and tried his best to control his body.

If the pants are pushed up in full view, it will not be very beautiful.

It is estimated that Yang Zihan wanted to relieve the anxiety and anger in his heart, but unexpectedly showed the other side under the mask to an unfamiliar Yang Chen.

Even Yang Zihan felt unbelievable about his behavior afterwards, it was too crazy, is this still the usual cold and meticulous Yang Zihan at work?

Being stared at by those jealous and angry eyes all the time, his expression was a bit strange.

As a normal adult man, surrounded by such a high-level beauty, there will often be some physical contact that ordinary people don't want to see.

Under normal circumstances, he should not be able to hold back the heat in his heart, and directly pushed Yang Zihan down on the stage.

But Yang Chen didn't know why, but he couldn't do this kind of thing at this moment, he actually had the illusion that his hands and feet were bound.

In front of the fiery Yang Zihan, he could only behave like a steel pipe.

Needless to say how envious and jealous other men are, even he himself feels a little too aggrieved.

As the dance music reached its climax, Yang Zihan's movements became more enthusiastic, and the torture Yang Chen suffered became even greater.

Suddenly, when Yang Zihan made an extraordinary movement, her body had an intimate contact with Yang Chen.

That feeling almost caused Yang Chen to have a nosebleed, and his body couldn't help shaking.

To Yang Zihan, the action just now was just a deep feeling, and it was not intentional to stimulate Yang Chen's senses.

But in the eyes of the onlookers, that action was endlessly alluring, and even a few who were in poor health had nosebleeds.

All of them looked at Yang Chen with fiery eyes, wishing they could tear him apart on the spot and take Yang Chen's place by themselves.

Finally, when the song ended, Yang Zihan followed the rhythm of the music, opened his arms, hooked Yang Chen's neck, and wrapped him tightly.

Yang Chen also subconsciously opened his arms to embrace Yang Zihan, and the sudden embrace made Yang Zihan's body violently.

A wonderful tactile sensation quickly came from Yang Chen's hands, and it hit his whole body in an instant.

This feeling almost made Yang Chen shout out.

But this feeling quickly disappeared, because inadvertently, his own body shook violently.

Since he and Yang Zihan were tightly stuck together, that wonderful feeling made Yang Chen's soul fly away, and any man would not be able to bear it.

Yang Zihan hooked Yang Chen's neck with one hand, raised the other hand high above his head, leaned back, and leaned back at the largest angle.

Showing her graceful figure to the fullest, the sound of music stopped abruptly.

At this time, Yang Chen suddenly had a feeling that this dance song was a bit too short, and the meaning was still unfinished.

At this moment, Yang Chen felt that if this dance could be extended for another 10 minutes, even if it was a hundred minutes, he wouldn't feel tired.

After all, the beauty in his arms is real. With such a sexy beauty, which man would think that time is short?

After the dance music ended, the atmosphere in the bar became quiet.

A few seconds later, warm applause and thunderous cheers erupted in the bar.

Of course, there were still many ugly words that reached the ears of the two of them.

"It's so beautiful, it's so beautiful, there's another one, we haven't seen enough, keep dancing!"

"Give me a child, I am willing to marry you!"

Hearing these words, Yang Chen actually felt a little angry, as if he was declaring his sovereignty to everyone, holding Yang Zihan's two arms, he subconsciously increased his strength.

Feeling the increased strength in his waist, Yang Zihan's body trembled slightly.

Yang Chen also changed his usual seriousness, and joked with a smile: "Beauty, do you want me to hold you like this all the time?"

Looking at Yang Zihan's noble cheeks, proper makeup, clear eyes, especially the charming plump lips, and the faint smell of alcohol coming out of his mouth, Yang Zihan feels so clear.

It made Yang Chen, a young man, have a sentimental temperament.

Suddenly, Yang Zihan, who had been stared at by Yang Chen, became flustered, and hurriedly jumped off Yang Chen's body, straightened his clothes, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and replied, "You also said you can't dance, isn't that true?" Are you dancing well?"

Yang Chen pretended to be frivolous and said: "No matter how good I dance, it's not as good as your body."