The President's Best Wife

Chapter 29 29 Is sister mad at me?
Ou Jinyan immediately lay down and pulled the quilt over his head.

Seeing this, Xia Xia couldn't help but sneer: "Cut, I love you."

"What's the matter, Qiaoer?" Xia Xia turned her head and saw that Wen Qiao hadn't spoken, so she asked, "Why are you always in a trance?"

Wen Qiao: "I always feel that this selection is not easy."

Xia Xia patted her on the shoulder nonchalantly, "It's none of our business, we won't participate."

Wen Qiaoren twirled her fingers, her eyes faintly revealed the gleam of what she must win, "No, I'm going."

Although it is not her dream to enter the country's top dance troupe, she has to prove her worth through the dance troupe. She is not a waste of nothing.

She has never learned ballet, but there are similarities between various dances, which lie in expressing emotion and content through the dancer's body.

Xia Xia suspected that there was something wrong with her ears, so she picked out her ears with her little finger, "Say it again, I didn't hear clearly."

Wen Qiao came out of the bathroom, dried her face with a towel, and said, "That's right, I'm really going."

"Are you insane? Ou Jinyan really hates this person, but I still agree with what she said this time. We are studying classical dance. She and Gao Shuining are learning ballet. I have never heard of classical dancing. Ballet."

Wen Qiao leaned close to her ear and said, "Just because you haven't heard of it doesn't mean you don't have it. Only by being amazing can you win."

Rao was the always smart Xia Xia, but now she didn't understand what Wen Qiao meant.

"What are you going to do?" Xia Xia looked at her and asked confidently.

"You'll find out in a week."

"Do you want to catch up on ballet for a week?" Xia Xia asked desperately to get an answer.

Wen Qiao smiled mysteriously, "The Shanren have their own tricks."

Xia Xia: "..."

When the lights were about to turn off at night, Gao Shuining came back.

When she finished washing and was about to climb onto the bed, she stopped standing beside Wen Qiao's bed, hesitated and said, "Wen Qiao, are you going to participate in the "Last Day" selection?"

Apparently Ou Jinyan told her that Wen Qiao couldn't figure out what kind of person Gao Shuining was, so she naturally left her speech a little bit aside, "Give it a try, I'm taking ballet lessons now."

As soon as this remark came out, Gao Shuining noticed the "Basic Ballet Movements" on her bedside. She just smiled, said cheers, and then went to bed.

Xia Xia and Wen Qiao looked at each other at the same time, and then both lay down to sleep.

Before going to bed, Wen Qiao sent a text message to Meizhiting——

"Sir, next week I will participate in the selection of "The Last Day". I will practice hard for the past few days. I may break my promise to find you on Friday."

Received a reply after a while——

"Well, just try your best, don't be too tired."

Looking at the reply, Wen Qiao seemed to be able to imagine what he looked like when he said this, so the corners of his mouth raised unconsciously, and it took a few seconds before he put away his phone and fell asleep.

Because she had to prepare for the selection, Wen Qiao spent most of her time in the dance practice room, except for class and meals.

On this day, Wen Qiao was about to go to the practice room after class, but was blocked by Wen Xin who hadn't seen her for a few days.

"Sister, why haven't you responded to my messages these days? Are you angry with me?" Wen Xin's eyes immediately became moist, as if she could shed tears immediately.

Wen Qiao hugged the book and stood upright in front of her. The fluffy and slightly curly pear blossoms were hot and gently blown by the wind, revealing her beautiful face. The corner of her mouth smiled lightly: "What are you talking about, sister?" How could I be angry with my sister, I was worried that Xiner would feel unhappy because I suddenly changed my dressing style and stopped wearing the same clothes as you."

Wen Xin's face froze for a moment, and then returned to a sweet and pitiful look, "How come, my sister found her suitable style, of course my sister is happy for her."

The corner of Wen Qiao's mouth twitched, and the wet almonds looked at the face that was almost the same as his own, "Really?"

(End of this chapter)