Zhan Ye's little Jiaojiao has hung up

Bai Yangyang frowned, not understanding why Xia Tao said that.

"Before you were in the dance studio, you deliberately let me see that you didn't dance well, so that I could take it lightly. Now you are making an amazing appearance. I didn't expect that you are so scheming!"

Xia Tao gritted her teeth with hatred, and regarded Bai Yangyang as a figure in a conspiracy theory, making all kinds of suspicions and speculations.

Bai Yangyang: "..."

"You think too much. With your strength, it's not enough for me to put so much effort into dealing with you."

Bai Yangyang's indifferent attitude stabbed Xia Tao, Xia Tao's eyes widened, and she raised her hand to hit someone.

Bai Yangyang stood on the spot, motionless.

"If you dare to touch me, I will make you unable to dance for the rest of your life!"

While speaking, her eyes were filled with chill, making people daunting.

Xia Tao was even more stunned for no reason, her expression remained unchanged, her hand raised in mid-air stopped abruptly, not daring to drop it.

Bai Yangyang can even send her own father to prison, what else can she not do?
Seeing that she didn't dare to make any more moves, Bai Yangyang walked past her and left.

Xia Tao stood where she was, her face was livid with anger.

Meanwhile, in the living room.

Wen Ruxu was sitting on the sofa, the image of Bai Yangyang dancing and the name she had read still echoed in her mind.

Mo Qingshuang.

How many years, have not heard of this name.

If Mo Qingshuang hadn't supported her back then, she wouldn't have gotten to where she is today.

"Mr. Wen, who do you think performed the best?" The team leader looked at Wen Ruxu and asked for his opinion.

Wen Ruxu smiled: "Bai Yangyang, expressiveness, coordination, and expression management skills are all very good."

The head of the group also liked Bai Yangyang very much: "Well, then it's so sure."

After the leader left, Wen Ruxu sighed, and a stream of light flashed in his eyes.

Half an hour later, the semi-final list was released.

Bai Yangyang joined the Qinghong Dance Troupe with a crushing advantage, and the remaining two spots were given to Xia Tao and Guan Xiaoxiao.

Although Xia Tao's performance in the preliminary round was mediocre, she performed very well in the rematch.

In addition, she is indeed very talented, and she can improve emotionally sooner or later.

Seeing this result, Xia Tao was not satisfied.

What she wants is not to join the Qinghong Dance Troupe, but to become Wen Ruxu's apprentice!

The three of them were taken to the lounge, and the group leader greeted them one by one, and finally looked at Bai Yangyang, with a slight smile in his eyes: "Mr. Wen has something to say to you alone."

Bai Yangyang froze for a moment, then nodded: "Okay."

After Guan Xiaoxiao and Xia Tao left, the group leader also left, leaving only Wen Ruxu and Bai Yangyang in the lounge.

Bai Yangyang walked over and called Teacher Wen obediently.

Wen Ruxu stared at the face in front of her, a little dazed, she looked very similar to Mo Qingshuang.

They are all rare beauties, especially Bai Yangyang.

Even though she was dressed very simply, she still looked like a fairy sitting on the top of a snow-capped mountain, unsurpassed.

"Mr. Wen, what can you do for me?"

Seeing her in a daze, Bai Yangyang whispered a reminder.

Wen Ruxu regained consciousness in an instant, cleared her throat: "You said before that your mother died, Mo Qingshuang, is she okay?"

Wen Ruxu has been abroad almost all these years. As soon as he returned to China, he was busy recruiting new dance troupes. He didn't know what happened in the imperial capital recently.

"My mother has been dead for many years."

Bai Yangyang replied truthfully: "Do you know my mother?"

Been dead for many years?
how can that be--

When Wen Ruxu heard the news, various thoughts flashed through his mind, "How did your mother die?"

"Poisoned."

Bai Yangyang answered truthfully.

Wen Ruxu's face changed again and again, and it took a long time before it returned to normal.

Facing Bai Yangyang's surprised eyes, she replied selfishly: "Your mother once supported me, if it wasn't for her, I wouldn't be able to get to where I am today."

Wen Ruxu also has an unknown past. When she was young, she was so passionate that she couldn't even afford a pair of ballet shoes.

But she met Mo Qingshuang, and she was lucky enough. Mo Qingshuang gave her a lot of things, supported her, sent her abroad, and even gave her a lot of money.

Bai Yangyang understood instantly: "Mr. Wen, if my mother knows about your current achievements, she will be very happy."

Wen Ruxu nodded: "From now on, you follow me well, and I will teach you everything I have learned in my life, but I am very strict, you have to be prepared."

Bai Yangyang smiled: "I know, Mr. Wen."

Leaving the lounge, Bai Yangyang saw Xia Tao standing at the door, his eyes were full of anger: "Bai Yangyang, it's still a long time, let's wait and see!"

Bai Yangyang didn't even want to give him a look, so he got up and left.

After walking out of the dance troupe, Bai Yangyang bought some food on the side of the road to fill his stomach, and then drove back to Yueya Xiaozhu.

After a busy day, I didn't have the time to cook. After washing up, I lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

Zhan Beixiao returned to Yueya Xiaozhu and knocked on the door.

No one opened.

He took out his mobile phone and called Bai Yangyang, but there was no answer.

Is something wrong?

Zhan Beixiao frowned, and dialed Qi Bei's phone number: "Find a lockpicker over here, and find out where Bai Yangyang went today, and if he was bullied."

"Yes."

After 10 minutes, the lock picker arrived.

"Sir, you need to show your ID card to open the lock. You—" Facing Zhan Beixiao's cold face, the lockpicker was halfway through his words, and dared not say any more. He picked up the tool tremblingly, and opened the lock silently.

There was a mobile refrigerator standing behind him, and the master felt a chill down his back.

After the door opened, Zhan Beixiao pushed it open.

Walked in, walked around the room, didn't see Bai Yangyang's person, but saw her bag.

Looks like nothing happened.

He took out the money from his pocket and handed it to the lockpicker: "Please get a new lock."

The lock picker took the money, but didn't dare to say anything, and worked silently.

Zhan Beixiao pushed open the bedroom door. In the quiet room, the girl was sleeping soundly on the soft bed.

Zhan Beixiao's original worries were instantly dispelled, and he walked over lightly.

Sitting by the bed, the silvery moonlight poured out through the gaps, and the girl was white, tender and lustrous, just like fine porcelain.

There was a touch of tiredness on her fair and tender face, she didn't sleep very peacefully, and her brows were tightly frowned.

Zhan Beixiao stretched out his hand to help her knead the center of her brows, with careful and gentle movements.

After an unknown amount of time, the sleeping girl relaxed, clutching his skirt with her small hands, and reluctantly let go.

Zhan Beixiao's heart surged with an impulse, wanting to take her into his arms and eat her up completely.

But he can't.

He bowed his head and kissed her on the brow, solemnly and extremely devoutly.

Bai Yangyang smelled Zhan Beixiao's scent in his sleep, reached out to wrap his arms around his waist, and carefully rubbed against his arms, Zhan Beixiao's heart softened to the point of failure.