Pampered By Mr President!

Xiang Qiuji wondered: "What are you doing here?"

Leng Jiuchen said unfathomably, "Guess it."

How can Xiang Qiuji guess Leng Jiuchen's mind, immediately shook his head: "I don't know."

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

When Leng Jiuchen brought Xiang Qiuji to the second floor, she froze in place, her eyes were shocked.

Leng Jiuchen dragged her forward: "Do you like it?"

At this moment, Xiang Choo Ja's mood is complicated and unspeakable.

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

This is a dance studio.

Opposite the wall mirror of Nuo, there is a full-wall poster on which she is dancing gracefully.

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

In the picture, she wore a pure white knee-length tutu, her long hair delicately rolled up, and only decorated with a white garland, the beauty was all over the country.

If I remember correctly, this should be the scene when she first met Leng Jiuchen during her performance.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Leng Jiuchen would never forget the shocking glimpse when he first met Xiang Qiuji. She was the one sent by the heavens to redeem him.

Xiang Qiuji was sour in her heart, and her voice was muted: "I don't want to dance ballet anymore. If you like, you can find someone else and let them dance for you."

Leng Jiuchen squinted slightly: "I am not interested in her, let alone watching them dance."

Frown at Choo Ja.

Leng Jiuchen hugged her against the painting wall, and looked at her with a smile but a smile: "I am only interested in you..."

Xiang Qiuji felt a tingling pain in her heart, staring at him lightly, hoarsely: "Let me go."

When Leng Jiuchen heard this, his face was slightly stiff, and the next second, he lowered his head and blocked her lips punitively.

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At the same time, the presidential palace.

In the gorgeous and bright living room, there was silence, only the ticking rain from outside the window proved that time was flowing.

Sitting in the first place, Mr. President looked at a photo in front of him, his eyes gloomy and unclear.

Mei Ning was completely stupid, staring at the picture blankly, his soul out of his body.

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

It's Mei Qing with a playful look on her face.

Seeing that everyone did not speak, they reached out to take the picture and looked at it carefully.

"It's really a beauty..."

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

"But she looks too much like Yue Qiuji? Tsk tsk, no wonder it can turn Leng Jiuchen's fascination over, it's really incredible."

Mei Qing didn't know much about Qiuji. At this time, she only thought that she was so doted by Leng Jiuchen because of her appearance.

Mr. President didn’t understand Xiang Choo Ja even more. He looked at Mrs. President and said, “What’s her name and where is she from? How long have you stayed with Leng Jiuchen?”

The President's wife sighed lightly and said, "She is Xiang Qiuji, a native of this city."