No.1 Conceited Son-in-law

In the public dance studio.    

Qin Tian and Zhou Rann were practicing their dancing at night.    

Whether it's a fast waltz or a fast trot.    

This was no problem for Qin Tian, who used to be in and out of famous young ladies' banquets.    

Back then, in order to fool around with a group of famous women, Qin Tian had to enjoy his beautiful body and earnestly learned these boring dances.    

To put it in the words of an old thing, these so-called social dances were like flirting before mating. They were boring and boring, but they could only satisfy some fake feelings within.    

Qin Tian also didn't like these nobles dancing in the upper class.    

However, it was because of Zhou Rann that he had helped him.    

He spent more than an hour practicing all the martial arts of the ball.    

Qin Tian didn't think much of it, but Zhou Rann had a surprised expression on her face.    

Zhou Rann noticed that Qin Tian's dancing skills were exceptionally high.    

It wasn't because Qin Tian's dancing skills were high, but it was because the practitioner's movements were sharp. After looking at what others were doing, he could roughly learn it.    

This was an ability ordinary people did not possess.    

"Brother Qin Tian, you're amazing."    

"Did you really learn dancing before?"    

Zhou Rann asked curiously.    

At this moment, Zhou Rann and Qin Tian were slowly moving their steps under the soothing music.    

Waltz. Extremely elegant and slow.    

The two of them held each other's waist and danced.    

At this moment, Older Brother Qin Tian was acting like a gentleman.    

This kind of social dance, Older Brother Qin Tian nearly vomited.    

There really wasn't any problem with the act.    

"Yes."    

"I used to have time to learn it."    

Qin Tian nodded.    

Zhou Rann was indeed very graceful when she danced.    

His original height and figure were at the Goddess level.    

No matter if it was his steps or his figure, he was filled with a sense of awe.    

Qin Tian was Zhou Rann's partner. This made quite a few men jealous and envious.    

In the music room on the second floor, Ye Yuchen's expression was extremely cold.    

He stared at Qin Tian and Zhou Rann.    

Seeing Qin Tian's palm on Zhou Rann's detailed waist, he wanted to charge down and cut off Qin Tian's hand.    

However, Ye Yuchen was unable to defeat Qin Tian. He had just been taught a lesson by Qin Tian, and was even forced to kneel and kneel by him.    

This fellow was afraid of losing face again, so he could only wait for his father to call him over.    

As long as someone came, Ye Yuchen swore that he would crush Qin Tian's palm in a moment.    

However, Ye Yuchen could not wait any longer.    

Ye Yuchen's group did not arrive.    

However, Mo Lingfeng brought the group to the public dance studio once again.    

"Qin Tian, come out and die!"    

Mo Lingfeng roared in anger.    

However, because he was beaten into a pig's head by Qin Tian, the moment he opened his mouth, it was as if he was spitting saliva, making people want to laugh.    

Qin Tian walked over with Zhou Rann, who had a worried expression on her face.    

Since the trouble had arrived, he naturally had to resolve it as soon as possible.    

"Brat, you dared to injure Young Master Mo. Now, I will make you pay me back double."    

A tanned man beside Mo Lingfeng said in a deep voice.    

The veins on his fists bulged.    

The feeling of that power was much stronger than Mo Lingfeng.    

Qin Tian saw at a glance that the man in front of him was a beginner level Internal Strength cultivator.    

"Uncle Ku Zi, there's a camera here. Don't make a move here."    

"Go to the back of the grove."    

Mo Lingfeng hurriedly said to the tanned man.    

"Qin Tian, didn't you tell me to go get someone?"    

"I've called someone over now."    

"Do you dare to come with me?"    

Mo Lingfeng said angrily.    

"A trip? "Of course not."    

"Let's go and finish this as soon as possible. I still have to accompany Rann in practicing and dancing."    

Qin Tian said lightly.    

This kind of calm expression made Mo Lingfeng even angrier.    

"You better act tough for laozi."    

"Continue pretending."    

"Don't kneel down and beg for forgiveness later."    

Mo Lingfeng roared.    

As long as Mo Lingfeng saw Qin Tian's calm expression, he really wanted to step on Qin Tian's face and ruthlessly trample him to death.