My male god is super fierce

Chapter 1692 I like to see you dancing
Xiang Qiuci wondered: "What are you doing here?"

Leng Jiuchen said inscrutablely: "Guess."

How could Xiang Qiuci guess what Leng Jiuchen was thinking, and immediately shook her head: "I don't know."

Leng Jiuchen curled his lips: "Then go up and see for yourself."

When Leng Jiuchen brought Xiang Qiuci to the second floor, she froze in place with shock in her eyes.

Leng Jiuchen pulled her forward and said, "Do you like it?"

At this moment, Xiang Qiuci's mood was so complicated that it was beyond words.

Turmeric-colored floors, bright wall mirrors, and various styles of dance clothes.

This is a dance studio.

On the opposite side of Nuoda's wall mirror is a full-wall poster showing her dancing.

She couldn't help coming to the mural, and her eyes couldn't help being a little dazed.

In the picture, she is wearing a clean white knee-high ballet skirt, her long hair is delicately rolled up, and she is decorated with only a white garland, which is so beautiful that it is all over the country.

If I remember correctly, this should be the night when I met Leng Jiuchen for the first time, when she was performing.

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

The dance she loves the most, the dream she wants to pursue the most, has been shattered since she met him.

She slowly raised her hand and stroked the screen lightly, her eyes were full of sadness.

Suddenly, the fingers were grabbed by a big hand, and then wrapped tightly in the palm of the hand.

In the next second, the whole person was dragged into a familiar and generous embrace.

"I like to see you dancing, the beauty makes me fascinated."

Leng Jiuchen will never forget the startling glance when he met Xiang Qiuci for the first time. She is the person sent by heaven to redeem him.

Xiang Qiuci's heart was sour, and her voice was slightly hoarse: "I won't do ballet now, if you like it, you can find other people and let them dance for you."

Leng Jiuchen narrowed his eyes slightly: "I'm not interested in other people, let alone watching them dance."

Xiang Qiuci frowned.

Leng Jiuchen hugged her and pressed her against the painting wall, looking at her with a half-smile: "I'm only interested in you..."

Xiang Qiuci felt a stabbing pain in her heart, looked at him indifferently, and said hoarsely: "Let me go."

Hearing this, Leng Jiuchen's face froze slightly, and the next second, he lowered his head and blocked her lips punishingly.
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Meanwhile, the Presidential Palace.

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

Mr. President sat on the first seat, looking at a photo in front of him, his eyes were dim.

Mei Ning was completely dumbfounded, staring blankly at the photo, as if her soul was out of her body.

The President's wife also had an extremely ugly complexion, frowning and remaining silent.

Mei Qing, on the other hand, had a playful look on her face.

Seeing that everyone was silent, they reached out to take the photo and looked at it carefully.

"She's such a beauty..."

That photo is exactly the same as the one that Leng Jiuchen built for Xiang Qiuci in the dance studio.

"But she looks too much like Yue Qiuci, right? Tsk tsk, no wonder she can captivate Leng Jiuchen's fascination. It's really incredible."

Mei Qing didn't know much about Xiang Qiuci, so she only thought that it was because she looked like Yue Qiuci that Leng Jiuchen loved her so much.

Mr. President didn't know much about Xiang Qiuci. He looked at Mrs. President and said, "What's her name, where is she from? How long have you been with Leng Jiuchen?"

The President's wife sighed softly, and said, "Her name is Xiang Qiuci, from this city."

(End of this chapter)