Married to a wealthy family by mistake, the uncle spoiled her

Especially Miss Ji who danced the male dance steps, her movements were sonorous and powerful, and every turn and side turn had an indescribable sense of power, yet at the same time, it was smooth to the extreme, elegant and beautiful.

Miss Rong was wearing a pink dress, and her soft figure was like a blooming flower in Miss Ji's arms.

The two of them were like two butterflies in the colorful clouds, flying gracefully and entwinedly.

The horse-faced skirt of the landscape ink painting and the soft colorful pink skirt are intertwined with each other, so beautiful that it is hard to look away.

No one knew that the dance of two girls could be so beautiful!

The plowman forgets that he is plowing, and the hoeer forgets that he is hoeing.

Everyone dancing in the field stopped unconsciously and watched the two girls dance attentively.

Gradually, only Ai Fei and Qiao Qi were left dancing.

Qiao Shuangluo held his breath, wanting to defeat Ai Fei. His appearance was in line with his heart, and even his dance steps were a bit ferocious, but he was completely unaware of it.

After the dance, there was thunderous applause, all for Ai Fei and her husband.

Rong Muzhi was very happy.

She has been dancing since elementary school, but she has never enjoyed it as much as she did this time.

She looked up at Ai Fei, her face flushed as she said, "Sister Fei Fei, you are so amazing!"

Whether it is the sense of power, rhythm, or control of the entire situation, it is extreme and unrestrained.

I finally understand why Brother Ye likes her, and the other brothers also respect her very much, because Sister Feifei is born with the aura of a king, which makes people unconsciously attracted to her.

She felt that she also liked Sister Feifei!

Ai Fei looked at her starry eyes and said, "You are great too!"

If the little girl doesn't have the ability, even a god can't lead her.

"Really? Let's dance again then?"

Rong Muzhi hasn't had enough fun yet, and she's full of skills.

Ai Fei rubbed her head: "The flowers are half blooming, the love is seven points, and the faint sound of the music is the most beautiful moment. I will dance with you next time."

Rong Muzi nodded: "Sister Feifei is right!"

Girls are supposed to be reserved. They can't show off as soon as they are given a stage.

When the two of them came down, people came forward to invite them to dance. Ai Fei said that she only danced men's steps, so the young men had to retreat.

There were also many young men who asked Rong Muzhi to dance with her, but Rong Muzhi looked mischievous and said that she only danced with girls.

The young men were not angry. Instead, they felt that girls should be reserved. They surrounded them, talked and laughed, and served them tea and water.

For a moment, Ai Fei and Rong Muzhi became the two most popular girls in the audience.

Qiao Shuangluo pulled his second brother and danced a few times vigorously, trying to grab the limelight back, but with such a wonderful performance in front of them, everyone was not interested.

Qiao Qi refused to dance after a few shows. He was a big star and had to be dignified. How could he dance for the whole night?

Qiao Shuangluo was unable to regain the limelight and gritted his teeth in anger.

With a change of mind, he sat down at the piano and played gracefully, hoping to win back everyone's attention with his beautiful music.

Unexpectedly, Rong Muzhi stood aside and wrote big characters.

It turned out that Ai Fei suddenly wanted to write a calligraphy. She heard that she was very good at calligraphy, so she asked her if she could write one for her on the spot.

Rong Muzhi liked Ai Fei, so she was naturally willing. She immediately asked someone to bring pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and wrote a painting "Graceful and Orchid-like Heart" on the spot and gave it to Ai Fei.

Rong Muzhi likes painting, but she learned calligraphy from her grandfather since she was a child, and her handwriting is the best.

Everyone was amazed and asked Rong Muzhi to write a picture for them.

Rong Muzhi naturally agreed.

The pink and tender little girl stood there, writing with ink and writing the nice words that everyone wanted.