Pampering

Cheng Zhan's statement is a bit exaggerated, but it can be regarded as a half fact.

Xiang Yueming’s dance is really beyond description in simple words.

Not only the audience in the off-stage and the live room audience, but also the professional instructors on the stage were full of praise.

The teacher looked at her with bright eyes and bluntly praised: "This is the best dance I have seen so far. Whether it is your basic skills or the emotions poured into this dance, it is enough to move everyone. ."

The teacher looked at the materials obtained in the interview after the afternoon rehearsal, and asked in surprise: "Have you studied ballet for more than ten years?"

Xiang Yueming nodded, "Learning on and off."

"Does ballet specialize in it?"

Xiang Yueming was silent for a few seconds, and said in a shallow voice, "Forget it, but it's not completely."

The crowd was in an uproar.

Through so many periods of dance, everyone can see that she has a very strong foundation in dance, and she must have learned it for a long time. But every time a certain time came out, and now listening, I realized that I underestimated Xiang Yueming.

The teacher nodded, another teacher glanced at her and asked, "Seeing you have participated in many competitions since childhood, why didn't you insist on dancing? Instead, went to the film school?"

Hearing this, Xiang Yueming smiled: "I liked acting at the time."

In addition to complimenting her, the tutor on the stage made a few simple dialogue interviews to let the audience know more.

After the interview, Xiang Yueming's score came out, and she was the highest score in the semifinals so far.

After stepping down, Cheng Zhan's eyes followed her closely.

Zhao Minghui frowned, pushed Cheng Zhan's arm, and looked at him suspiciously: "Is Xiao Yue'er's expression wrong?"

Although it was not obvious, her eyes changed obviously when a few questions came up.

Cheng Zhan let out an "um", then paused and said, "Mom, I'll go backstage."

Zhao Minghui motioned: "Go ahead."

When Cheng Zhan went backstage, it was naturally unimpeded. With his face and the declaration a few days ago, no one dared not let him go to Yueming.

As soon as Xiang Yueming arrived in the lounge and planned to watch the live broadcast, Cheng Zhan came.

She is still wearing the red dress she used to dance, and because of the reason she just cried, some traces can be seen on her eyelashes.

The two looked at each other, and Xiaoxi and the other two staff members were very sensible and said, "You talk, let's go out and go around."

"..."

After he left, Xiang Yueming looked at the man in front of him, and forced a smile: "Why are you here?"

Cheng Zhan lowered his eyes to look at her, and said in a low voice, "Yes."

He raised his hand and pressed her eyelids lightly.

"Cried?"

"No."

Xiang Yueming blinked and said softly, "It's the reason for dancing."

Cheng Zhan stretched out his hand and touched her head: "Is it tired?"

Xiang Yueming nodded, "A little bit."

She can still feel that her ankle is not very comfortable. Xiang Yueming bit her lower lip to look at him: "I will be on stage later."

After everyone finished the dance, they would once again be on stage to thank them.

Cheng Zhan nodded and took her to sit on a sofa: "I know."

He handily gave her a bottle of mineral water: "First take a break."

Xiang Yueming did not refuse again.

She felt a lot more comfortable after drinking half a glass of water.

The two did not communicate very much. After watching the second half of the game quietly, Xiang Yueming had to be on stage again.

Cheng Zhan looked at her, "Would you like to eat together later?"

Xiang Yueming looked at him in surprise, "What?"

According to reason, if only the two of them were going to eat, Cheng Zhan would never ask her.

He is indeed still chasing people, but Cheng Zhan is domineering, not to mention Xiang Yueming acquiesced that he came, and that he could send himself home.

Cheng Zhan explained with a smile, and said in a low voice: "Yan Qiuzhi and the others are here, I'm afraid you mind."

"It's okay." Xiang Yueming reacted: "Sure, you can ask them first."

Cheng Zhan: "You can do it."

He pointed: "I'll wait for you at the door, and I'll come out later."

His eyes fell on her, and he paused and said, "Let your assistant put on a dress for you."

"..."

Xiang Yueming couldn't laugh or cry, and only after Cheng Zhan left, did he get on stage.

-

After Xiang Yueming's end, Dance Life was once again on the hot search, and her dance was praised by netizens.

This time it was a live broadcast, there was no editing, there was no substitute, and there was no possibility of starting over again. She played it once, how could she not let everyone like it to the extreme.

Xiang Yueming took the mobile phone given by Xiaoxi and walked out while watching.

This evening, the number of her fans increased a lot, and her Weibo was all praised her, and she said she wanted to grab someone with Cheng Zhan and marry her home.

The words are funny and very interesting.

As soon as she walked out of the hall, Xiang Yueming saw the man leaning outside.

It was past ten o'clock, and the moonlight outside the window had become much gentler.

Xiang Yueming walked towards him slowly, before approaching, Cheng Zhan raised his eyes first.

"Alright?" He calmly stood on her side without looking at the eyes of the people around him.

Xiang Yueming nodded and looked around: "Where are they?"

Cheng Zhan smiled: "Go ahead, let's go."

Xiang Yueming nodded and asked the driver to send Xiaoxi back, and got into the car with Cheng Zhan.

After getting in the car, she didn't ask Cheng Zhan where to take herself, but looked down at her mobile phone.

Cheng Zhan looked at her several times, but did not receive her attention.

He deliberately cleared his throat and asked in a low voice, "Why don't you ask?"

Xiang Yueming said "Ah", and looked at him in surprise: "Ask what?"

"..." Cheng Zhan glanced at her, "I'm not curious about where I want to take you?"

Hearing this, Xiang Yueming smiled, looking at him: "Is it possible that I am still worried that Mr. Cheng will sell me?"

Cheng Zhan was speechless.

He raised his hand and squeezed to Yueming's cheek: "What are you looking at."

"Weibo." Xiang Yueming shook his mobile phone in front of him, and said with a smile: "Everyone is complimenting me, saying that I danced well in ballet tonight."

She brushed the praise, a little unspeakable happy.

Cheng Zhan looked at the smile on her face for a long while, and silently bent her lower lips: "Well, they are telling the truth."

Xiang Yueming paused and turned to look at him. With a smile in her eyes, she raised her eyebrows and said, "Do you think I dance well?"

Cheng Zhan nodded and did not stingy with his compliments: "Well, although I can't comment on it professionally, in my opinion, that dance is beautiful."

Xiang Yueming smiled.

She was about to speak when the phone rang.

The two looked down, and the smile on Xiang Yueming's face stiffened. Cheng Zhan looked at her, his eyebrows raised slightly: "Why don't you pick it up?"

Xiang Yueming looked at him, "My mother."

Cheng Zhan paused for a moment, and said "Yes": "I'm not speaking."

"..."

Xiang Yueming was speechless, she was not worried about this.

Looking at the phone still ringing, Xiang Yueming couldn't help but answer.

"Hey." Her voice was very soft and cautious, "Mrs. Xiang, how come you haven't rested so late."

Xiang Yueming's tone was brisk, and the corners of her lips bend: "The moon at your place today is not round."

Mrs. Xiang endured, she couldn't help but snorted coldly: "The moon here is going to be split in half, do you think it's round?"

Xiang Yueming choked.

Mrs. Xiang hates that iron can't make steel, and gritted her teeth and said, "Your father and I will be fine tonight."

"...Oh." Xiang Yueming touched her nose with a guilty conscience: "Why are you also starting to watch such a boring variety show."

"Know that it is such a boring variety show, do you still participate in it?" Mrs. Xiang couldn't hold back, raising the volume: "Do you want your leg anymore? You don't worry about another accident on the stage? Did the doctor tell you last time? Yes, you can dance for simple dances that do not twist the ankle too much, but like ballet, you can't touch them again."

She took a deep breath and said angrily: "You are good, not only did you touch, you also jumped so difficult for me, don't you want your legs anymore!"

"..."

Xiang Yueming clutched her mobile phone and did not dare to let Cheng Zhan hear it.

She listened to the yelling at his wife, and was silent for a moment before she said: "Mom, it's not that exaggerated."

She calmed her emotions and said softly: "I know it in my heart."

"When did you never count?"

Xiang Yueming was silent.

Mrs. Xiang sighed helplessly, rubbed her eyebrows and said, "When are there fakes?"

Xiang Yueming was startled, and stammered: "What's the matter?"

"Come back and rest!"

Xiang Yueming calculated the time, and said anxiously: "Then... it may take half a year."

Mrs. Xiang hung up her phone without hesitation.

Xiang Yueming blinked, the corners of her lips raised and sent her some emojis to coax.

With no sound in his ears, Cheng Zhan looked at her sideways: "Did you finish?"

"Ok."

Xiang Yueming was not sure if he heard it, so he pursed her lower lip and asked, "What are you looking at?"

Cheng Zhan showed her her mobile phone, and he was scanning Weibo related to her.

Xiang Yueming glanced, embarrassed: "What are you doing with this?"

"study."

"...?"

Xiang Yueming looked at him confusedly, bewildered: "Huh? What to learn?"

Cheng Zhan was very calm, and said in a shallow voice: "Look at how they boast."

Xiang Yueming choked.

Cheng Zhan raised his eyebrows and rolled them, lazily commenting: "Some are quite interesting, but they are too exaggerated."

"……For example."

Cheng Zhan pointed to one, and said with a blank face: "This person said that my sister's legs are not legs, the spring water of the Seine. My sister's back is not a back, but the Bulgarian rose. My sister's waist is not a waist, but Saburo's machete... …"

Seeing that Cheng Zhan had plans to continue reading, Xiang Yueming covered his mouth in a hurry.

"Okay." She blushed and she was extremely ashamed: "Don't read it."

I don't know why, this kind of rainbow fart comes out of Cheng Zhan's mouth, and there is always a feeling of indescribable. It seemed that he was not complimenting himself, but rather mocking.

Cheng Zhan: "..."

He looked down at her and pointed.

Xiang Yueming curled his mouth, and just about to take his hand from his mouth, heat and humidity spread from his palm. Xiang Yueming was startled, his heart jumped uncontrollably.

Her eyelashes trembled and she quickly retracted her hand.

"Cheng Zhan!"

Cheng Zhan looked at her anxious and frustrated, and the corners of her lips raised: "You take the initiative."

Xiang Yueming: "...I just don't want you to talk, I didn't let you kiss me."

Cheng Zhan said "Um" calmly, "I want to kiss."

Xiang Yueming: "..."

She stared at him and cursed: "Rogue."

Cheng Zhan smiled lowly, and moved closer to her, "You say a gangster is a gangster." This cheeky made Xiang Yueming speechless.

Cheng Zhan chuckled lightly, his voice low and numb, especially sultry.

Xiang Yueming's ears were red and red, turning his head to look out the window. With Cheng Zhan's cheeky posture, she felt that she could not last long.

"Arrived."

Cheng Zhan raised his eyes: "Yes."

Before the driver opened the door, Cheng Zhan opened the door and went around to Xiang Yueming.

Xiang Yueming also enjoyed his service, and refused without politeness.

She raised her eyes and glanced at the bar in front of her, and said softly, "Does the wine you mentioned last time have any more?"

Cheng Zhan couldn't laugh or cry, and said softly, "Yes, go in."

"it is good."

The two walked in openly. Cheng Zhan took her directly to the box on the second floor.

As soon as she entered, Shen Muqing rushed out first and greeted enthusiastically: "Quick, quick, quick, you two are too slow."

She smiled and said hello to Yueming: "No need to introduce, right? We all know each other."

Xiang Yueming smiled: "No need."

Shen Muqing pointed: "Just call my name."

"it is good."

There are not many people in the box, only Yan Qiuzhi, Chen Lunan and Shen Muqing and Jiang Chen.

Cheng Zhan looked around, raised his eyebrows and said, "Why didn't Fu Yanzhi come?"

Chen Lunan said "Uh," and said lightly: "His girlfriend is too busy, so come back next time."

Cheng Zhan nodded and explained two sentences to Xiang Yueming.

Xiang Yueming nodded, expressing it clearly.

With Shen Muqing, even if it is the first time to meet in private, it will not appear restrained and boring.

She is a very lively and not embarrassing person, warm and generous.

After a while, Xiang Yueming and her became acquainted.

Shen Muqing took her to the side to taste the wine, and whispered: "Cheng Zhan is really not a human being. He has been with you for so long and will not show it to us. He also said that you are too good at acting for fear of us being jealous."

Shen Muqing snorted coldly: "What am I jealous of? I am jealous. Is it possible that I am jealous that he has been dumped now."

Xiang Yueming: "..."

Yan Qiuzhi smiled beside him: "What are you talking about."

Shen Muqing went to look at Yueming and raised her hands to swear: "I definitely didn't mean that you did something wrong."

She whispered: "I think you did it too right. To a dog man like Cheng Zhan, you should be cruel."

"..."

Xiang Yueming raised his eyes, looked at the man coming from the other side for a long while, and kindly reminded: "He's here."

"Who?"

Shen Muqing turned her back to the other side and sipped her wine and said, "Xiaoyue'er, do you want me to tell you something about Cheng Zhan?"

Before Xiang Yueming had time to speak, Cheng Zhan asked coldly: "What embarrassment are you going to tell her?"

Shen Muqing: "..."

She was agitated and looked back at Cheng Zhan.

Cheng Zhan looked at her coldly, indifferently: "Have you been too relaxed recently?"

Shen Muqing choked.

She stared at him with disgust, "You are too mean. Why are you here? Where are Jiang Chen and Chen Lunan."

"Playing over there."

"Then what are you doing?"

Shen Muqing waved her hand, "Can you not disturb the relationship between our sisters?"

"No."

Cheng Zhan sat down next to Xiang Yueming and glanced at the empty glass in front of her: "Don't drink too much."

Xiang Yueming nodded.

Shen Muqing yelled, "No, Xiao Yue'er told you not to drink if you don't drink. Don't listen to him, we will drink."

She sneered and said: "Cheng Zhan, don't forget, you are just our Xiaoyue'er suitor now! Why are you so machismo?"

Cheng Zhan: "..."

Xiang Yueming smiled beside him. I can't tell what it feels like. Seeing Cheng Zhan being choked by a friend and speechless, she still finds it very interesting.

Perceiving her smile, Cheng Zhan pinched her waist under the table.

Xiang Yueming stiffened, and looked at him wronged.

Cheng Zhan paused for a moment, feeling the softness of her waist, her voice suddenly became muffled a bit, tilted her head and said in her ear: "It's really... a cutlass of life."