Chapter 1566 Soft

It turns out that the previous delicacies were just appetizers. Is this the real meal? Her words were more of a notification than a question.

While Feng Yiping was still stunned, Malika pulled up her skirt, shook her head, twisted her waist, and started dancing in a charming way, just as suddenly as singing and dancing in Indian movies.

Feng Yiping really didn't know much about dance. He just watched a few Indian movies and had some understanding of the singing and dancing in Indian movies.

Of course, these understandings may be superficial, but they are undoubtedly correct. That is, because they are strictly controlled, even kissing scenes are considered very outrageous, so Indian film workers used dance to express Want to express all this.

So no matter what the theme of the movie is, whether it is love, war, or comedy, those dances that are not logically related to the plot of the movie, in addition to being witty and funny, there are also some bold and sexy elements.

As for why this method can pass the review, there must be religious and cultural factors behind it.

His shallow understanding is also correct.

In the Indian classical culture, there is a book "Dance Theory", in which the most important arguments are "emotion" and "flavor". It divides human life into eight flavors, of which "emotion" is an important one.

In Hinduism, Lord Shiva is revered as the God of Dance, so Indians believe that this kind of "love" is also a gift from the gods. Dance is used to express this kind of plot that is restricted in some regulations. Very popular and loved by the people….

Now Feng Yiping naturally had no time to think about these theoretical issues. He was involuntarily attracted by the boldly dancing Marika in front of him.

Although he didn't know how to appreciate dance, he could conclude very directly at this moment that dance could really express emotions more directly and passionately than any other way.

At first, he could still stare at Marika's figure with admiration more naturally, but as her behavior became more and more bold and direct, Feng Yiping gradually became less daring to look at her or be bold. Or a soft look.

His gaze is getting lower and lower, and his neck, well, this area is not appropriate either, because he can always see the turbulent waves under his neck.

It’s already turbulent enough, but how can I watch this?

So, move down to her flexible and energetic waist. No, it's not easy to look at it for a long time. Below the waist, there are buttocks...

Then focus on her elegant skirt? What's even worse, her gauze skirt is very see-through...

So in the end, Feng Yiping, who could easily face many situations, felt very uncomfortable and had to remove his glasses frequently.

However, just like in the movie, Malika, who was dancing passionately, would pass directly by Feng Yiping and in front of his eyes from time to time, carrying a fragrant breeze, and the hem of her skirt would gently touch his body.

Sometimes, she would bend over and lower her head, making eye contact with Feng Yiping, or hold Feng Yiping's head with her hands. Except for her hands, the rest of her body was still dancing.

The combination of body posture and eyes allows you to directly see her heart and intention, and that intention is, come on, come on, I want...

The heat in those eyes could turn any amount of steel into softness around the fingers.

Although there was no music, Feng Yiping felt that the whole room was filled with music that could make your hormones rise rapidly, and the beat of the music was getting faster and faster.

Although the temperature management of the suite was absolutely of first-class standard, Feng Yiping just felt that he was getting hotter and hotter.

But he still held a pillow in his arms and refused to let go.

How dare you let go? He can control some impulses, but there are some instinctive reactions of his body that he really cannot control...

Finally, Marika clasped her hands together, raised her left foot and right foot, and stood still in front of Feng Yiping. She breathed a little quickly and stared at Feng Yiping so boldly - this was her last action.

She saw that Feng Yiping's eyes lit up again, but then he immediately looked away.

Feng Yiping felt like he heard a faint sigh...

He looked at his watch and realized that this dance, which made him intoxicated, tormented, restless..., actually only lasted less than six minutes in total.

He held a bottle of water and walked towards Marika, who was standing there alone, wanting to say nothing and looking a little lonely. Her hair was a little messy at this time, and there were sweat stains on her forehead and seemed to be on her lower abdomen.

Why am I looking there again?

"It's very exciting, very exciting! Come, take a rest and have a drink of water,"

Marika took the water and threw it away, then put Feng Yiping's hand on her face, her eyes blurred, "I...,"

This was really fatal. Feeling the softness and heat on her face, Feng Yiping felt that his heart was like a cowhide drum that was being beaten rapidly, "dong dong dong".

"Please have a seat," he said with a smile.

He felt that his voice was very erratic, but he still resisted the urge to hug the person in front of him into his arms - even though he had fantasized about this more than once when watching her movie.

But he restrained himself, "It seems I have a very good guide to tour Bollywood,"

Marika, whose eyes were originally full of brilliance, dimmed after hearing this. She wrapped the long piece of cloth around herself, lowered her head and said, "You have a good rest."

He didn't even look at Feng Yiping.

Okay, this..., "Owen," Feng Yiping called.

Owen came in immediately from outside, "Help me take Miss Malika home,"

"Yes, boss,"

Feng Yiping walked Marika, who kept her head down, to the door, "Marika, thank you!"

She still didn't speak, turned around, glanced at Feng Yiping, and gave a gentle namaste.

Feng Yiping watched Marika's figure disappear into the corridor, turned and walked towards the room. The open door was gently closed by other bodyguards.

The beautiful woman has left, but the fragrance still remains, and the charming style seems to be imprinted on this room.

Feng Yiping punched the back of the sofa chair hard. Originally..., alas!

He knew that he would not be able to sleep the following night. In this case, others would not have an easy time either. He dialed the phone and said, "Mike, bring everyone to my room for a meeting."

After a while, Mike appeared in the hall and looked around pretendingly, "Ms. Marika has left?"

Feng Yiping didn't believe that he didn't notice the movement just now, "What do you think?"

Mike chuckled and gave Feng Yiping a thumbs up.

What is there to praise about this?

Owen is really impressed.

It goes without saying that Marika is sexy and beautiful, otherwise, he would not have kept the original issue of "Playboy".

But this time, in front of Feng Yiping, she showed another side that could not be seen in those photos. Just like the traditional oriental women in the impression, she was gentle and considerate, virtuous, generous, and considerate...

Owen didn't know that there was an IKEA room in China, and it was said that he could go to the hall, go to the kitchen, and get into the boudoir. He was just trying to catch up. Such a girl is really rare.

Especially, whether it's the adoring eyes or the various boss-centered arrangements... From many aspects, it can be clearly seen that she is obviously getting everything from her boss - so envious!

But in such a situation, the boss can actually control it, which is really unreasonable and rare.

If he didn't know clearly that Feng Yiping now had two children, he would almost have some bad suspicions about Feng Yiping.

He was only in his twenties, a time when he was said to be easily impulsive and unable to resist beautiful women. How did he do all this?

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Owen glanced at the woman in the back seat in the rearview mirror again, and he really wanted to say some words of relief.

He knew that for such a woman with excellent comprehensive conditions in all aspects, rejection would be the greatest harm, and his young boss seemed to be particularly good at doing this.

It's just that when it comes to the boss, he's really hard to comment on.

But looking at the appearance of the man in the back seat, the tall and thick-set Mike, I always felt a little sad.

Marika just sat quietly in the back seat, staring intently at the unattractive night scene outside the window, and suddenly asked softly, "Owen, Mr. Feng, he...,"

She only said half of what she said because she didn't know how to ask.

Fortunately, Owen knew what she wanted to hear at this time, "Mr. Feng, he is a very responsible person!"