One Hundred Days of Hidden Marriage: Young Emperor, spoiled by heaven!

"As long as Miss Zhuang likes it, let's go dancing together."

An Zihao took Zhuang Chuchu's hand and walked towards the middle of the dance floor, without giving Zhuang Chuchu a chance to refuse.

On the dance floor, Zhuang Chuchu vented to her heart's content, dancing wildly, and regained her original self.

After the song came down, Zhuang Chuchu was a little tired, and there was a lot of sweat on his head.

Zhuang Chuchu and An Zihao returned to the bar.

Zhuang Chuchu supported the bar and said, "No, I haven't danced for a long time, and I can't keep up physically."

An Zihao looked at Zhuang Chuchu's current appearance and said with a smile, "This is what a girl should look like."

Zhuang Chuchu really blushed like a girl, took a sip of wine and said: "It seems that I can't drink anymore."

Zhuang Chuchu didn't want An Zihao to know that she blushed because of his words, so she found an excuse.

An Zihao looked at Zhuang Chuchu tenderly and said, "It's okay, I will take you home."

Zhuang Chuchu immediately refused and greeted Mo Nanchuan and Zhou Ziyuan.

After Mo Nanchuan and Zhou Ziyuan came over, Zhuang Chuchu said, "Let's go."

Mo Nanchuan complained dissatisfiedly: "Why did I have to leave when I first came here?"

Zhuang Chuchu stared, and Mo Nanchuan hid behind Zhou Ziyuan.

Zhou Ziyuan had been observing Zhuang Chuchu's situation on the dance floor just now, but she didn't expect Zhuang Chuchu to regain her vitality after An Zihao appeared.

Zhou Ziyuan deliberately created opportunities for the two of them and said, "Chuchu, why don't you and this gentleman go first? I'll look at your brother."

Zhuang Chuchu's face showed embarrassment. She had just rejected An Zihao, but now she had the nerve to ask him to send her home.

An Zihao said, "It's an honor."

Zhuang Chuchu turned around and said "Excuse me", and the two walked out of the bar together.

Under the soft moonlight, Zhuang Chuchu and An Zihao strolled on the way home.

"Chuchu, do you like basketball?" An Zihao broke the embarrassment.

Zhuang Chuchu said "En" softly. She used to participate in the basketball team, even though she was only a substitute.

"In a few days, will you come to my match?" An Zihao invited Zhuang Chuchu.

"Are you a basketball player?" Zhuang Chuchu looked at An Zihao in surprise. Although she felt the sunshine on An Zihao's body, she didn't expect to be an athlete.

An Zihao shook his head, smiled and said, "It's just for fun when you're bored, not an athlete."

Zhuang Chuchu felt a little surprised.

"Will you come?" An Zihao invited again.

Looking at An Zihao's sincere eyes, Zhuang Chuchu couldn't say no, so she nodded and agreed.

An Zihao's smile gradually enlarged on his face.

Looking at An Zihao's smile, Zhuang Chuchu felt healed.

The two came downstairs to Zhuang Chuchu's apartment talking and laughing.

"Chuchu, go up quickly."

"Well, thank you for sending me back." Zhuang Chuchu thanked her sincerely.

An Zihao showed a big smile again, and said to Zhuang Chuchu, "It's okay, don't forget our agreement."

Zhuang Chuchu waved her hand and went upstairs.

An Zihao left after seeing Zhuang Chuchu going upstairs safely.

Zhuang Chuchu happily returned to the apartment, but the cold atmosphere in the apartment instantly made Zhuang Chuchu's good mood disappear.

Zhuang Chuchu was lying on the bed with her head buried in the quilt, and the image of Long Muyun appeared in her mind again.

Zhuang Chuchu's mood is terrible, every night, she always thinks of Long Muyun.

Think of the happiness and sweetness of the two people, and the life I once imagined.