Allow her to be pampered

Jin Shihe withdrew, and the banquet became quieter.

The band invited at a high price should not be wasted. The waltz is played one after another. in the music.

"Chi Rong, do you want to dance?"

Wu Qingzhi asked.

Chi Rong was eating a bunch of green grapes, and eating one alone was not satisfying, she didn't spit out the grape skins when she ate grapes, so she stuffed several in her mouth, her cheeks puffed up like a squirrel, so cute.

This appearance made Wu Qingzhi laugh again, Chi Rong in his eyes was pretty.

Chi Rong closed her teeth, sweet juice overflowed her chest, and said lazily, "I can't dance."

Wu Qingzhi heard that this was half true and half false.

Since Chi Rong's father is a student in Germany, Chi Rong will catch up with Western fashion to some extent. In addition, the girls' school occasionally teaches some ballroom dancing. Somewhat learned, but not proficient in it.

But after thinking about it, Chi Rong is always talented in unexpected ways. Compared with ballroom dancing, maybe Chi Rong can dance a nunchuck after dancing.

Wu Qingzhi was amused by his own conjecture, pulled Chi Rong's arm, and kissed her on the face: "Why do you make people like you so much?"

Chi Rong's left and right had drunk, and their minds couldn't turn around for a while.

If Wu Qingzhi kissed her like this on weekdays, she would have shyly avoided it, but now she didn't take it seriously, she just felt that Wu Qingzhi was nasty, so she said with disgust: "It's weird, I've been talking about my uncle since I was a child. ADHD is annoying, but it's a treasure for you."

Chi Rong always talked about the ambiguous relationship between the two of them without knowing it, and Wu Qingzhi was very helpful.

He only pushed his fingertips against the gold-wire mirror frame, and the glass lens flashed white, and a pair of hooked phoenix eyes looked at Chi Rong with a smile: "You married me, you are my baby."

Wu Qingzhi dragged Chi Rong onto the dance floor involuntarily: "I will teach you how to dance for my husband."

Chi Rong was indeed not good at dancing, she put her arm on Wu Qingzhi's shoulder, and there was no more words.

"You really can't dance?" Wu Qingzhi asked with a smile.

"Why lie to you, I really don't know how to dance," Chi Rong raised a reddish face, not knowing whether it was shyness or a little drunk, "If I don't dance well for a while, I'm afraid people will laugh at us."

She didn't say "I" alone, but said the two of them, the inseparable "we".

It just so happens that a Russian tune is being played now, Shostakovich's "Second Waltz", which is a recently popular Adagio waltz, lingering and sentimental like clouds and flowing water.

This piece is not difficult, and it is extremely elegant after dancing, and novices can keep up with the beat.

Wu Qingzhi moved Chi Rong to the edge of the dance floor, gently supported her waist with one hand, and swayed gently to the waltz.

He taught Chi Rong to step on the tempo step by step, slow three flat four, zigzag step, not afraid of small high heels stepping on his instep.

Getting better.

I don't know whether it was Wu Qingzhi who taught well, or Chi Rong who learned quickly. Chi Rong learned to spin with the handle in Wu Qingzhi's arms.During the dance, the skirt of the cheongsam turned into the shape of a morning glory blooming, and the snow-white calf was like a stamen, protruding from the petals. It was a piece of white flesh without glass stockings, and the skin was blue and red with blood vessels. flashed by.

Wu Qingzhi said: "Who will laugh at us, they will only envy us."

After dancing this slow dance, the party gradually came to an end.

The dealer, Jin Shihe, drank too much and left the table early, so his old friend could only preside over the seeing-off of the guests after the meeting.

A banquet that could not be called a feast for the host and guests ended hastily. Anyway, it was a fake relationship, and everyone left after a few polite greetings.

Wu Qingzhi and Chi Rong boarded the car home. It was late and the night was cool. Chi Rong's arms were bare, and goose bumps rolled on his skin.

Wu Qingzhi took off his suit to wrap her up, and pulled up the curtain of the back seat with a "crash", so that no one could see Chi Rong's tender and soft appearance.

"Tomorrow is Sunday. I won't go to the store. I'll be at home with you, that's fine." Wu Qingzhi said softly.

Although this remark is a question, it has already been answered.

Chi Rong hummed intermittently, only feeling feverish and drowsy, probably because of the strength of alcohol, his body is limp, and his mind is vain.

Wu Qingzhi pressed against her, sprayed a little cologne on the white shirt, mixed with the scent of soap, and the strong smell of alcohol on Chi Rong's body, the indescribable ambiguity was fermenting and heating up.

"Chi Rong, who do you like to teach you to dance? Is it me, or the nuns of the church?"

Wu Qingzhi asked again.

With the experience of teaching Chi Rong to read English, Wu Qingzhi was extremely confident about the answer.

The school always invites foreign nuns from the church to teach the female students ballroom dancing, and he must not be as gentle and ironic as he is.

Wu Qingzhi was so proud that he just wanted to hear Chi Rong stickily call him Mr. Wu, which was tiring and comfortable.

Unexpectedly, Chi Rong yawned slowly, and forced his eyelids to sleep, and said: "Well...then I prefer to teach the nanny."

"...Why?"

Wu Qingzhi was caught off guard.

"Because Mammy is short, she can't correct me even if I jump around. You are too tall. When I look up at you, my neck hurts."

Wu Qingzhi couldn't laugh or cry when Chi Rong provoked her, and rubbed the top of her fluffy head.

Unexpectedly, Chi Rong's face turned blue suddenly, and he pushed away Wu Qingzhi's hand as if facing an enemy: "Don't touch me, don't touch me,"

Chi Rong hummed angrily, "I'm dizzy... I've started to drink, and I feel a little motion sick."

It is true that there will be drinking people like Chi Rong, no matter how strong the wine is, it will only be regarded as plain water. After drinking it, it will always be unscathed, and it will be able to talk and laugh happily. Kind of disgusting.

The windows of the car were closed, and the air was a bit stuffy. Wu Qingzhi quickly opened the window and asked Chi Rong, "Is it better now?"

Chi Rong was still distraught, but with the ventilation in the car, the dizziness and nausea naturally subsided a lot.

The night wind was slightly cold, gathering and pouring into the car from the window.

Wu Qingzhi just wrapped Chi Rong's suit carefully, and he carried a thin shirt on his shoulders, but he didn't feel the coldness.

Fortunately, the Wu mansion is not far from the Jin mansion. When the car drove through the sloping road lined with trees, the climbing vine roses on the wrought iron fence were seen from afar.

When the car stopped, Wu Qingzhi got out of the car with his arms around Chi Rong.

Chi Rong was probably a little sleepy, her steps were blunt and blunt, Wu Qingzhi hugged her so tightly, she was also clinging to his arms.

The butler at the door held the lamp, and when he saw the master coming back, he immediately went up to greet him, offering a coat and hot tea: "You can count yourself back! Why is it so cold? I really thought it would be fine when it warmed up in summer!? Are you still sick? How can you wear so little!"

Wu Qingzhi only took the hot tea, too busy to take care of himself, and before he had time to put on the fur shawl, he held the teacup to Chi Rong's mouth and asked her if it was hot.

Chi Rong took a sip of hot tea, his body became warmer, and his mind became clearer. Seeing that the housekeeper was wrapping Father's beige wool shawl around Wu Qing's shoulders with white lips, he just opened his mouth, and his nose became sore: " Who asked you to wear the suit for me! What should I do if I catch a cold! How come the illnesses that come and go are cured!"

Wu Qingzhi pinched her face: "Chi Rong, you stand up for me, of course I love you."

He took Chi Rong and went up to the second floor. The hot water in the bathroom had already been prepared, and the butler immediately brought out the wine soup, put hot water in the bathtub, and insisted on asking Wu Qingzhi to take a bath to drive out the cold.