Dancing Youth: Evil and Rebellious Girl

Chapter 233 There's Someone in Her Room
Here Qiu Yongchen taught Ye Ziye how to dance, while Yi Hong and Ye Guya looked at each other and smiled with joy on their faces.

Such a talented woman looks like a natural couple, I don't know how many people look at her with envy.

Until twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, the two mothers and daughters were personally escorted back to their old house in the urban area by Qiu Yongchen.

After sending Qiu Yongchen away in front of the door, Ye Ziye immediately returned to her usual carefree gesture, rushed into the room and immediately kicked off her high heels.

"This damn shoe, it hurts me to death!" She fell on the sofa and rubbed her ankle, and a piece of skin was scraped off her rear ankle.

"Look at you, you don't look like a daughter's house at all." Ye Guya, who entered the door afterward, smiled lightly.

"I really don't understand how everyone can stand in high heels all night."

In the second half of the party, she simply died of laziness in the rest area, no matter how hard He Binxian dragged her, she was unwilling to go on the dance floor again.

"You should wear high heels more in the future, and you will get used to it."

Ye Ziye grimaced and didn't hum, thinking that there would never be another future.

Such a banquet is dull and hypocritical, not fun.

Ye Guya sat beside her, and asked softly, "What do you think of Yong Chen?"

"Good."

She tentatively asked her daughter: "Tonight there is another one who is about your age..."

"He's my classmate."

Ye Guya was overjoyed, she didn't expect that there would be a young man studying in a third-rate school, and he looked talented, enthusiastic and cheerful.

The most important thing is that he is close to his daughter's age and seems more suitable. She tentatively asked, "Which family is he from?"

"I didn't ask." Ye Ziye didn't understand his mother's mind, and yawned exaggeratedly: "Mom, I'm so tired, I'll rest first."

Jump off the ground and go straight to the second floor, leaving the expensive high heels in the hall.

"This child..."

Ye Ziye let out a long breath after running up to the second floor, her mother never knew what she wanted.

She only puts what she wants on her body.

Just like that pair of high heels, although they are beautiful and unique, they make her complain unbearably and unbearably.

Ye Ziye pushed open the door of her bedroom, and immediately put herself on alert, as there was an aura that didn't belong to her in the air.

A smell of tobacco hits the nostrils.

There are people in her room.

(End of this chapter)