eight dance partners with my boyfriend

Li Feizhang was woken up early in the morning of the next day, and the trivial things he said to "comfort and comfort" were no longer small things.

The taekwondo kid who was beaten yesterday filed a complaint as soon as he got home. His mother rushed to the studio and yelled to see the boss and another kid. Shen Chuan also got a headache from the trouble and immediately called Li Feizhang.

About what happened, Jiao Cheng probably heard some, it seemed that the child's mother wanted to find an explanation, as for the others, he didn't have time to listen because he was rushing to work.

There were not many things going on in the bureau today, and Cai Xue was also very neat in doing things. There was supposed to be a meeting in the afternoon, which was about personnel changes. Jiao Cheng was worried about Li Feidan's side, so he took a leave of absence.

"We're just looking for that kid and his parents. Why? My kid's face is scratched. What's the matter with your class?"

Jiao Cheng pushed open the door of the lounge on the second floor, and saw a woman sitting on a stool with a child from yesterday, with Li Feidan and Shen Chuan beside him, and he gently closed the door.

Li Feizhang: "I'm sorry ma'am, we just said that it's okay to ask him to apologize, but we need to understand what happened. Your child should also apologize to him."

The little boy sat on the chair aggrieved, his face was clean, no scars could be seen, "Mom! I didn't, it was him who beat me, I didn't do anything..." As he spoke, his tone was tainted with scars. A hint of crying.

When the woman heard this, she became even angrier: "My child is right, what apologies!"

"Mother Xiaopeng, calm down." Shen Chuan ran over to comfort her, "It's because I didn't take care of Xiaopeng, so the child is injured, let's go to the hospital to have a look."

Jiao Cheng glanced at Li Feidan, who turned his head just in time, the two exchanged a wink, and went out first.

Li Fei asked: "Aren't you going to work?"

Jiao Cheng said: "I took a leave of absence, why hasn't it been resolved yet?

Li Feida sighed: "I didn't let Rao Ling come these few days, and Yang Xuerou wasn't there yesterday, and the new teachers couldn't figure out the situation, and they faltered. The child's mother was not satisfied."

"How are Xiaoling and the others?" Jiao Cheng asked.

Li Feidan: "I don't know, she's been depressed recently."

Jiao Cheng didn't speak, and reached out to help Li Feidan smooth the hair on his forehead. The heating in the room was a bit high, and a dense layer of sweat broke out.

"Mr. Li, are they looking for me?" A little boy's unique voice came from behind. He walked out of the dance room at some time, and he was still wearing clothes for practicing exercises, looking a little thin.

Li Feidan squatted down: "It's okay, can you tell Mr. Li what happened yesterday?"

The boy hesitated for a moment: "It was during the break that a group of people came to look for me at the door and asked me to dance for them. I refused, so they called my mother. Later, after class, the others went back, but he didn't go back. I insisted on jumping, and then I started fighting..."

Li Feidan pondered for a moment: "Okay, then you go to practice first, and I will call you after I deal with it."

"Boys come from every family. What kind of exercises do you practice? Besides, I have asked my son's friends, and they all said no. They can't be lying. You can tell the truth alone." The woman came out of the waiting room at some point came out, staring at them.

The boy didn't speak for a while, Li Feizhang patted him on the back, signaling to let him in.

Jiao Cheng looked at the first floor, wondering if the noise was too loud, many students were looking up.

"I just said that it's okay to apologize, but your child has to apologize to my student, and you can't slander him with empty words. I will bear all the hospital expenses." Li Feidan's expression became more and more serious.

"Huh? Then who can prove it?" Not to be outdone, the woman walked around a few times and repeated in a fault-finding manner: "There is no evidence for what you say, has anyone seen it?"

Jiao Cheng frowned. He came too late and didn't see what was happening in front of him. In addition, there were no cameras installed inside and outside the classroom. He said that he wanted someone to prove it, but they wanted to use the law to make trouble for no reason.

"I can prove it."

The voice from the first floor did not contain too much emotion.

Liu Bomao's hair was a bit disheveled, he pushed open the door and ran up to the second floor, he changed into a black backpack today, and stood panting on the stairs.

The woman was dissatisfied and said, "Who are you?"

Liu Bomao pulled the zipper of his clothes, took a few breaths, and leaned against the wall, "I heard that you can touch girls openly in this dance, right? You're a disgusting man, and you're going to learn it all the time, isn't it just to seduce them? Well, let’s say you want to be like a woman yourself, it’s too coquettish, hahahahaha.”

The protracted but emotionless sentence, with explicit words, came out of Liu Bomao's mouth, everyone was subconsciously stunned, the complaining boy's face turned blue, and he shrank behind his mother.

"What are you talking about?" the woman shouted because she didn't understand.

"I'll repeat what your son said to you." Liu Bomao said unhurriedly, "Or do you want to hear something else?"

The woman couldn't believe it for a while, she hesitated and didn't say what she said, she turned her head and stared at her son, his face was flushed, and he kept backing away, the woman pulled angrily: "You said such a thing?"

The child shook his head vigorously, but his bewildered expression revealed everything. He saw that everyone was in a stalemate, and wanted to explain with a mournful face, but he couldn't even speak a half sentence fluently.

Jiao Cheng stood not far from Liu Bomao, and could observe his heaving chest up close. He seemed to have run all the way here, and he was sweating a lot.

Liu Bomao raised his head coldly: "You just give me one twist, what's the matter with one twist, it won't lose a piece of meat, if you don't give me a fucking twist, I'll find someone to beat you later, beat you bitch..."

"Stop talking!" The child suddenly screamed loudly, and then lowered his voice: "My face doesn't hurt anymore, mom, let's go home." As he said that, he pulled his mother's sleeve.

The woman's face turned pale in an instant. She was still winning just now. Even if someone proves that one or two children are nothing, she should demand compensation for her children being beaten. But she never expected that her son would say such a thing. Speaking of which, it would be embarrassing to explain it now...

Li Feidan blocked their way, "Since someone saw it and made it so clear, let's apologize to each other. As I said, I will pay for your son's examination."

My own child rubbed his right foot with his left foot, and the exercise clothes made him look slimmer. I wondered if it was what Liu Bomao said just now. He felt a little embarrassed, and blushed and said, "I'm sorry."

"It's your turn." Li Feidan looked at the other child.

He didn't say a word, but the woman pushed him impatiently from behind, and he suddenly cried "wow", out of breath, "Yes...no..."

After dawdling for a long time, one of the three words was swallowed.

The woman lost all face, not to mention she was in full view, she pulled her son and walked out, almost breaking her high heels.

"and many more."

Li Feidan yelled, and gave her the business card of the hospital.

"I always think that children are free to learn what they want. Learning Taekwondo is just to strengthen their bodies, but not only is your child not physically strong enough, even here." He pointed to his left chest.

The mother and son were speechless, and the child cried again...

A boring "drama" came to an end, Liu Bomao stood there motionless, the rehearsal hall on the first floor was still noisy, Li Feidan dragged him to the dance room on the second floor, it was the little boy's classroom, inside was Two or three people.

"Didn't you say that you will never enter the dance room?" Li Fei asked.

Liu Bomao didn't speak for a long time.

"Really miss your idol so much?" Li Feidan pointed at himself and couldn't help laughing out loud.

Liu Bomao turned his head, ignoring his reply.

Jiao Cheng handed him a towel to wipe off his sweat, and asked, "Why did you come here suddenly, didn't you go to cram school?"

Liu Bomao hesitated for a while before speaking: "Just after class, I heard someone talking about this at the elevator."

"And then ran over?"

Liu Bomao: "Yes."

Jiao Cheng was quite surprised. He recalled the expression on the boy standing outside the studio door yesterday. He was so reluctant that he was willing to step into the dance room and break his "vow" for a child.

"Brother, how do you remember what he said so clearly? I don't even remember." The child surrounded him and asked suddenly.

Liu Bomao fiddled with the strap of his schoolbag, keeping silent.

Li Feidan took a peek at his expression, flustered a little more than usual, and answered for him: "Maybe this brother has been hurt like that, so I'm deeply impressed."

Hearing Li Feidan's affirmative tone, Liu Bomao couldn't help but said: "I don't, I don't care what they say about me at all."

"I don't care, but I'm still digging into the horns of my classmates in junior high school." Li Fei seemed innocent, Jiao Cheng watched Liu Bomao's expression drop several dimensions, and poured him a glass of water.

Liu Bomao took the water glass and accidentally touched Jiao Cheng's finger, flinched nervously for no reason, then slowly stretched out his hand to take it.

Li Feidan saw it, and leaned into his ear: "There's no need to be so afraid of homosexuality, my wife is delicious."

As soon as the words were finished, Jiao Cheng slapped Li Feidan, Liu Bomao lowered his head to look at his reflection in the water glass, and said nothing.

"Brother, did you learn to dance in Mobile before?" The child asked him again without knowing what came to his mind.

Jiao Cheng knows that this institution is one of the few relatively mature ballroom dancing training centers in the local area, and it generally recruits children who are young and have zero foundation.

Liu Bomao nodded for a while: "En."

"!! I knew it!" The child suddenly raised his voice, "Brother, is your surname Liu? I have seen your photo, and the teacher who learned the basics showed us your tape. You have won the championship in the 12-year-old group! I like you so much!"

After he finished speaking, Liu Bomao held the water glass and turned his back unnaturally. Seeing this, Li Feidan approached him and said, "Is it cool that you adore me and someone also adores you?"

Liu Bomao pushed Li Feidan away, put down the glass of water he hadn't drunk in a hurry, picked up his schoolbag and wanted to run outside, but bumped into Jiao Cheng.

"sorry."

Jiao Cheng shook his head.

"What's your reason for jumping the national standard?" Li Feidan suddenly raised his voice.

Liu Bomao paused, without turning his head: "What?"

Li Feidan picked up the water he didn't drink and drank it himself, "You can't just worship me, right?"

For a long time the air was quiet, only the sound of breathing was heard.

"Xia Guanghui!"

"Here!" The child replied.

"Tell him the reason why you jumped the national standard."

Xia Guanghui smiled and said loudly: "Because the national standard is more free than any other dance!"

Li Feidan: "Very good."

Li Feidan slowed down his tone, and gradually said seriously: "People with our conditions, if they learn modern dance and classical dance since childhood, they will obviously have better choices and can stand on a bigger stage. Picked ballroom dancing?"