Chapter 1692

Xiang Qiuci asked, "what are you doing here?"

Cold nine Chen's enigmatic way: "guess a guess."

Xiang Qiuci, who can guess Leng jiuchen's mind, immediately shakes his head: "I don't know."

Cold nine Chen hook lips: "that oneself go up to see."

When Leng jiuchen took Xiang Qiuci to the second floor, she suddenly froze in the same place, and her eyes looked shocked.

Cold nine Chen pulls her to continue to move forward: "like?"

At this moment, Xiang Qiuci's mood is too complex to express.

Turmeric floor, bright wall mirror, and various styles of dance clothes.

This is a dance studio.

Right across from Norton's wall mirror is a full wall poster showing her dancing.

She can't help but come to the mural, her eyes can't help but be in a trance.

In the picture, she is dressed in a pure white knee length ballet skirt, her long hair is pulled up delicately, and is decorated with a white wreath, which is beautiful.

If you remember correctly, this should be the scene of her performance on the night of her first meeting with Leng jiuchen.

She hasn't practiced ballet for a long time since she left Kyoto to escape him.

Her favorite dance, the dream she wanted to pursue, has been broken since she met him.

She slowly raised her hand, gently stroked the picture, and her eyes were full of sadness.

Suddenly, the finger was caught by a big hand, and then tightly wrapped in the palm of the hand.

The next second, the whole person was dragged into the familiar and generous arms.

"I like the way you dance. It's so beautiful."

Leng jiuchen will never forget the startled glance when she first met Xiang Qiuci. She was sent by heaven to redeem him.

Xiang Qiuci's heart is sour and her voice is slightly dumb: "I don't dance ballet now. If you like, you can go to other people and let them dance for you."

Cold nine Chen tiny Mi Mou: "I am not interested in other people, more not interested in watching them dance."

Frown at Qiuci.

Leng jiuchen hugged her, put her against the wall of the painting, and looked at her with a smile: "I'm only interested in you

To autumn porcelain heart a stabbing pain, eyes light looking at him, hoarse voice: "let me go."

Cold nine Chen listen to this, the facial expression is tiny stiff, next second, lower head, punitive of blocked her lips.

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At the same time, the presidential palace.

In the gorgeous and bright living room, there is silence. Only the sound of rain outside the window proves that time is flowing.

The president sat at the top of the table, looking at a picture in front of him, his eyes dim.

Meining has been completely silly, staring at the picture, the soul out of the body.

The president's wife was also very ugly, frowning and silent.

It's Mei Qing with a playful face.

Look, everyone didn't speak, reached for the photo and looked at it carefully.

"She's a real beauty..."

That picture is as like as two peas of cold nine Chen to create a dance room for autumn porcelain.

"But she looks too much like Yueqiu porcelain, isn't she? Tut Tut, no wonder can cold nine Chen Fan's fascination, really too incredible

Mei Qing doesn't know much about Xiang Qiuci. At this time, she just thinks that she is loved by Leng jiuchen because she looks like yueqiuci.

The president didn't know Xiang Qiuci any more. He looked at his wife and said, "what's her name and where is she from? How long have you been around Leng jiuchen? "

The president's wife sighed and said, "she called Xiang Qiuci, a native of the city."