shock!The cold and disabled boss stood up and kissed me

Under the rain, Xu Hao drove the car into Gu Wan.

Gu Zechuan controlled the wheelchair to walk inside alone. He meant to let Xu Hao leave; Xu Hao left naturally and quickly. After all, the second major took over the other half of the mess, and I am afraid that he has been busy in the past few months.

Before leaving, he wisely asked Uncle Jin to dismiss everyone. The second young master had said in the morning that he would teach his wife how to dance, so no one should disturb him.

When Gu Zechuan was at the door, he could faintly hear the melodious dance music coming from the living room, the slow and melodious sound made people calm down and listen to it.

The girl is wearing a black body-fitting dance dress, her figure is clearly visible, her shoulders are thin and her waist is soft, her legs are evenly fair, and she walks in the living room like a dancing elf.

She didn't notice Gu Zechuan's arrival at all, and imitated the dance steps on the TV by herself. In just half a day, she had mastered the dance knack and learned the basic dance steps, but she couldn't connect the dance moves quickly.

Of course, she is not in a hurry to learn it right away, as long as she can improve a little every day, it will be fine.

The girl has a beautiful figure, her long swan neck is tilted back, her jaw line is very smooth when she tilts her head, her toes move forward and backward following the dance music, but when she turns around inadvertently, she vaguely sees a black shadow approaching.

Before the girl could see the figure clearly, the man had already put his arms around his waist, and took the initiative to hold his hand with one hand.

The girl let out a coquettish cry, and staggered a bit.

"I'll teach you." Gu Zechuan's voice was very recognizable, even with his eyes closed, he could still hear his voice.

Song Qingli panicked for a moment, and stepped on the man's instep several times in disorderly steps, but he didn't say anything, just smiled lightly at the corner of his mouth: "Slow down, don't worry, just follow me."

"I'm not in a hurry, it's because you're too close." The girl didn't want to lose her pride in front of her. She had already learned dance, so how could her foundation be poor? Besides, he, a man who has been disabled for many years, how could he know the national standard?
The girl knows that the ballroom dancing posture is the distance in front of her eyes, but when she dances with her partner for the first time, she realizes that the distance is really too close.

So close...to not be able to concentrate on dancing.

"Concentrate. It's not that you're going to participate in the competition. With your appearance, I'm afraid it's just to make up the numbers." Gu Zechuan is tall, and Song Qingli's words are all over Song Qingli's head. She was already a little tired, and coupled with the discomfort at this moment The irony with the man makes her practice dance even more carelessly.

So, just say it.

"Stop dancing." The girl stopped and stopped the music. It was very hot in summer, but fortunately the air conditioner was turned on in the room, otherwise she must be covered in sweat and stinky at this moment.

Gu Zechuan didn't mind her sudden strike, he put down his hand hanging in the air, walked to the sofa where the girl was sitting and sat down: "You can come to me when you want to dance."

"I don't, you're not professional."

The man's expression turned pale. Although he didn't look at her, Song Qingli could feel that he seemed angry; but was he angry at himself for saying that he was unprofessional, or angry at himself for not finding him for dancing practice?
I'm afraid that only he knows the answer.

"Qingli." The man suddenly turned sideways, put one hand on the armrest of the sofa, and directly wrapped the girl in his arms. He reached out and stroked a few strands of wet hair from the girl's forehead behind her ears.

Her vigilant fox eyes are so cute, like a cub fox looking at a wolf, her eyelashes are trembling slightly, and there are still beads of sweat on her nose. The girl swallowed, and said: "I want to participate in the competition, of course It is to practice with the teacher."

The man chuckled: "I am qualified to be your teacher."

"Ok?"

"Don't talk about that, let's try the cake." Gu Zechuan took the cake on the small table to Song Qingli, carefully opened the outer package, and explained: "It's too late, the cake is sold out, this piece of mango mousse Si thanked Ruan Yun for giving it to me."

"Xie Ruan? Doctor Xie?"

"Ah."

"It's been a long time since I saw her."

"What's so good about seeing her? Do you want to go to the hospital?"

Song Qingli took the mango cake unceremoniously. Seeing the name of this cake, she immediately understood why the cake was sold out so early.

It turned out to be missyou's cake.

The girl first looked at the cake in the palm of her hand, a mango, just like a real mango, it seemed that the skin was full of fruity fragrance, it was really mouthwatering.

Gu Zechuan just smelled the smell of mango, and his throat was very uncomfortable, but he didn't show it. He watched the girl not eat for a long time, but just held his hands and stared intently.

Can't help laughing: "Why don't you eat it? If you like it, I will buy it for you tomorrow."

"Gu Zechuan, do you know? This mango cake will use up to five fresh mangoes, which can be described as a very luxurious dessert." She seems to have studied this very well, and she still speaks clearly.

The man didn't understand, and just listened to her in silence, until Uncle Jin suddenly came from behind, and when he saw his wife holding a mango cake in his hand, he was shocked.

"Ma'am, be careful! Er Shao is allergic to mangoes." Uncle Jin's appearance undoubtedly startled the two of them.

Although, Song Qingli moved the mango cake away in a friendly manner, but she didn't know that Gu Zechuan was allergic to mangoes.

The girl's eyes lit up suddenly, and she bit the mango mousse. She smiled sweetly, and she felt happy in her heart: I think I will eat more mangoes in the future, so that Gu Zechuan can keep a distance from her.

When Gu Zechuan saw the girl's appearance of succeeding in her treachery, his heart felt a little sour. He didn't know why the girl reacted like this.

"Qingli, do you think I won't get close to you because I'm afraid of allergies?"

The girl choked suddenly, and her small eyes drifted to the man's face. He was still calm and indifferent, but there was a trace of anger in those black eyes.

At this moment, Song Qingli was thinking: How to get back together?
"You're overthinking it. I just haven't eaten cake for a long time. Thank you for buying me a cake." Song Qingli ate a few more mouthfuls, and she cursed in her heart: This bastard's eyes are too thieves.

Gu Zechuan sneered, stretched out his hand to touch the girl's face, the delicate and soft skin of his fingertips caused the man to rub it a few times, he leaned close to the girl's ear, and whispered: "I'm afraid you might misunderstand me, so I experimented on it myself. look."

Look?
what to see!
The girl had an ominous premonition, she sensed that the distance was getting closer and closer, and she immediately put a hand on the man's chest.

At this moment, Uncle Jin has already avoided it.

"Woo—Gu Zechuan—you're crazy—"

The unfinished mango mousse fell under the sofa. Gu Zechuan pressed the girl down on the sofa and kissed him. He was very sad in his heart. He was sad that he was treating her so hard, but she was always thinking of avoiding him.

why!
Why can't you give me some love?