After Wearing the Book, I Became the Group Favorite

Chapter 18 Chapter 18 Dancing

There were two people, one wanted to leave and the other wanted to stay. Zhao Huayan almost knelt down and begged the little ancestor, "When I was young, the bar was not fun, so you just thought Uncle Zhao was talking about talking nonsense, and there was no one to hold the door. Can we go back?" ?”

Jiang Xiao blinked Baka Zilan's big eyes, smiled slightly, and showed her two cute little tiger teeth, "Uncle Zhao, you must keep your word. What you said is so interesting. I want to go to this bar no matter what. I also want to go to this bar." I’m only a few days away from turning 18, and you still need to take me there. Don’t worry, I won’t look for you when I turn 18.”

Zhao Huayan's face was stiff and he couldn't even smile. His eyelids were twitching wildly. He was afraid he wouldn't survive the night. Why was his little ancestor so difficult to deal with today.

Jiang Xiao didn't want to go back and face the tyrant boss. If she went back, she would probably be grounded for a few more days. Also, she really wanted to hang out in the bar. In real life, she was really a good girl. I have been in bars, not disco music, and have no nightlife. It is a pity just thinking about it.

This time she was inexplicably pulled into the book. Wouldn't it be even more regrettable if she died inexplicably? So she had to experience it no matter what. She was afraid of going to those places by herself. It just so happened that a bodyguard came to the door for nothing, which was very good. .

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Jiang Xiao looked unblinkingly at the feasting lights in the bar, as well as the men and women on the dance floor swaying to the music. He was so excited that his body began to move involuntarily to the music.

Zhao Huayan was only one step away from Jiang Xiaoshi the whole time, fearing that this little ancestor would disappear in front of him without blinking an eye. This was the first time in more than 20 years that he was highly nervous in a bar.

 “Uncle Zhao, come and have a toast with us.”

Zhao Huayan stared at the empty wine glass in her hand, and the nerves in her brain were tense. She quickly took the remaining wine from her hand, and shouted in a voice that almost broke, "When I was little, you promised Uncle Zhao not to drink. ”

Jiang Xiao frowned slightly, dissatisfied that he was so cruel to her, pointed at a man not far away and said, "My little brother said, this is not wine, this is juice."

Zhao Huayan stood up suddenly and walked toward the man with an angry look to clean up the kid. Jiang Xiao, who was here, was left alone for a while and walked to the dance floor tipsy.

Jiang Shi danced very well. In reality, her only rebellion was probably that she used the money she earned from her part-time job to learn jazz dance. She was a very talented player, and in the end the jazz dance teacher did not accept her money. , let her be a teaching assistant.

Jiang Xiao, who was slightly drunk, danced on the dance floor and was watched by people. Under the dim light, the girl had a hot figure and danced to the rhythm of the music, tapping every beat. Well, there were even several men who wanted to join in the dance, but because they couldn't keep up with the rhythm, they just became onlookers.

Zhao Huayan finished cleaning up the little cub and saw that her little ancestor was missing. She was frightened. She grabbed the bartender and asked fiercely, "Where is the girl with me?"

The bartender calmly pointed to the center of the dance floor.

Zhao Huayan looked at the people in the center of the dance floor, breathed a sigh of relief, and walked quickly to the center of the dance floor.

 The second floor of the bar

“Brother Fu, look at the young person dancing below.”

 As soon as the woman's soft voice fell, the man was no longer around, and the woman quickly chased after him.

Zhao Huayan spent all her efforts to get Jiang Xiaoxiao down, but just to start training this little ancestor, a voice made him freeze in place, and he still wanted to die on the spot.

 “hour…huayan…”

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