eight dance partners with my boyfriend

After Li Feidan said that, he took two steps inside, rubbed Jiao Cheng's wet hair, "Why are you still in the rain, and you didn't bring an umbrella?"

After all, there were outsiders around, so Jiao Cheng tugged at his wrist, "I forgot my umbrella in the office, and I happened to meet Xiao Liu on the way, and he carried me with his umbrella."

"So good?" Li Feidan pulled up a chair and sat next to him, picked up the top that Liu Bomao tried on just now, "The kid has a good eye, it suits him quite well."

Seeing the old friend coming, the proprietress was not polite, and joked: "You two are really interesting."

Jiao Cheng didn't understand what she meant at first, but later he realized that they were referring to the same style of sweaters, so he shrugged his coats together in embarrassment, but Li Feida didn't hide it, and said carelessly, "I'm happy!"

The proprietress laughed: "Okay, I know you are in love, so hurry up and pick out clothes and leave quickly, I still have a date."

Li Feidan picks it up much faster. He has also experienced Xia Guanghui's age. It is clear at a glance what style is needed and what style is suitable.

Xia Guanghui tried a set of methods, and they were all good.

"Changed the size, and then removed the extra folds on the shoulders. The color is still what I said just now." Li Feidan confirmed it for the last time, then turned his head to find his wife holding her head in a daze, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Jiao Cheng came to his senses: "Oh, it's nothing."

"Mr. Li, see you again, Mr. Jiao!" Xia Guanghui smiled and waved goodbye to them, then turned and got into the limousine that picked him up.

Jiao Cheng waved his hand, Li Feidan held up the umbrella, the rain outside was not as heavy as before, but the sky was foggy, fearing that Jiao Cheng would get wet, Li Feidan wrapped his arms around his neck, the two got very close, Even the sound of breathing can be heard clearly.

"I saw the registration poster for your master class." Jiao Cheng thought about the post he saw in the morning.

Li Feizhang lowered the umbrella a bit, just enough to cover their heads, and leaned over to kiss the man quickly, "Student Jiao Cheng, do you want to sign up? Teacher Xiao Li will teach in person, any posture is fine, and a special gift is also included." Serve."

The dog's mouth couldn't spit out ivory, Jiao Cheng patted his chest shyly.

"I was shot to death." Li Feidan smiled and pretended to fall backwards, the entire umbrella was off their heads, Jiao Cheng hurriedly ran to chase, but before he could react, he was hugged by the man's left hand again.

"What are you doing, let go, you're strangling me to death." Jiao Cheng grabbed the hand stuck around his throat, but he couldn't pull it away, and the water splashed under his feet was trampled by him.

"Mom! The two uncles over there are wearing exactly the same clothes and are still hugging each other!"

The little boy who was walking towards them pointed at them and yelled loudly, Jiao Cheng froze all of a sudden, but luckily the mother of the child looked up and pulled her son to hurry up and walk away.

Jiao Cheng frowned slightly, and then he heard a deep and magnetic laughter coming from his right ear.

"Laughing fart? I'm so happy."

Li Feizhang squeezed his face, was slapped away in an instant, stretched out his hand and pouted his mouth in dissatisfaction, and kissed him.

Jiao Cheng immediately took a few steps back: "Didn't you say that you don't kiss me in public?"

Li Feidan pulled the drawstring of his sweater that was exactly the same as his own, and seemed very happy, "I have a sense of proportion."

"..."

Jiao Cheng stopped responding, walked around the corner and bought two cups of milk tea to warm up. When he got into the car, he couldn't help but relax. There was a coat in the back seat, and he was about to change when he saw a huge box. The packaging is very nice.

"What did you buy?"

Li Feida wiped away the fog on the rearview mirror, with a smile unconsciously on the corner of his mouth: "Open it and have a look."

"Give it to me?" Jiao Cheng was very surprised. He came over and held it in his hand. He shook it and felt very familiar. He tore off the fancy packaging outside, and the beautiful wings shone in the transparent box. It was a dark green aircraft. The simulated fighter jet is not big, but it looks extremely good-looking.

Jiao Cheng: "Why are you buying this for me?"

Li Fei scratched his nose: "You gave me a similar one before. I think it's a bit old. I happened to pass by a shop when I was looking for you. I think this one is quite similar."

Jiao Cheng didn't speak, and stared at the model in his hand. No matter in terms of configuration or performance, it was completely different from his own model, only the appearance was somewhat similar.

"Isn't it quite like it?" Li Feidan smiled awkwardly, and then said: "Just treat it as a new one. In fact, you just bought it casually. I heard that it's a pity that you stopped playing after you went to college. Yes. It’s not that they have any special meaning that they didn’t tell me.”

Jiao Cheng couldn't help laughing, and put away his things, "This one is pretty good, it has a special meaning... There are still some..."

"What's the matter? Don't say anything hurtful..." Li Feizhang leaned sideways and muttered, reminding him secretly.

"Then let's not talk about it."

Li Fei became anxious: "Say it!"

Jiao Cheng changed his coat, wiped his hair with a towel leisurely, looked at the man with long nails on his buttocks in the driver's seat, and chuckled softly: "Don't worry, it's nothing to do with the white switch, it's a childhood wish, you can guess for yourself."

Li Feizhang turned on the wipers and yelled all the way.

Put away the black plastic umbrella and throw it into the umbrella tube outside the house. The sneakers on my feet were soaked, and the rain fell on the ground.

"My son is back! It's a bit late to come back today. Is it raining too much?" Liu's mother ran out wearing an apron and holding a spatula. She was surprised when she saw her eldest son covered in water. I brought an umbrella in the morning, it's all my mother's fault for not picking you up."

"It's okay, Mom, go cook."

Liu Bomao's expression remained unchanged, he untied his shoelaces, took off his socks and stepped on the floor. Just as he was about to take his shoes to the sink for washing, he heard a burst of intensive footsteps.

"Brother! You're back!" After saying that, he rushed forward, Liu Bomao staggered back a few steps, and caught him.

"Liu Zhongqiu, slow down."

It was time for Liu Zhongqiu to change his teeth, his front teeth leaked air while laughing, looking silly.

Liu Bomao put him down, thought of something, and went to the kitchen, "Mom, where did I put my previous costumes?"

"What costumes?" Liu Ma put down the spatula, and it took a while to realize what he meant, "Is it the clothes you used to dance? Ah, when you said you didn't want to dance, I sorted it out and gave some to other children. That's it, the rest are on the third shelf of your closet."

Liu Bomao responded, and pushed away from his room. The shelves were full of books, including a few magazines. The desk was tidy, and there were two posters on the upper right corner.

He turned on the light, and the room was brightly lit. He walked barefoot to the closet and found a few sets of clothes from junior high school in the drawer. Maybe it was a bit old because he hadn’t worn them for a long time and didn’t have a dust bag. He took the clothes and left. Go to the connected bathroom, and start to make gestures in front of the mirror, which is a lot shorter.

"Brother! Brother..." Liu Zhongqiu hopped in without knocking on the door. Liu Bomao tightened his grip on the clothes, and immediately stuffed the clothes behind him, pretending to be calm and asking, "What's wrong?"

Liu Zhongqiu tilted his neck, trying to see what was behind his brother, met his fierce eyes, and was too scared to ask, "I just got home, I have this in the mailbox, and my mother asked me to give it to you."

He took the rectangular card, and Liu Zhongqiu ran out as if he had completed his task. Liu Bomao went to the desk, put the card on the table, and turned on the lamp.

It was a postcard, with an ink painting on the front, and several words written in reverse. He glanced over it and saw a name in the lower right corner...

Liu Bomao's eyeballs shrank and did not move for a long time.His mother outside had already started shouting for dinner, so he hurriedly pressed the postcard on the upper right corner with two posters, one was the original address of Li Feidan's studio, and the other was the leaflet of the master class.

When I went home, I happened to meet the security guard downstairs, and Li Feidan chatted with him for a few words, only to realize that the circuit in the community is not very good recently, and there may be a power outage at any time.

Someone in this building is renovating the house recently, and they can hear it very clearly from a long distance. When the elevator opened, they ran into an acquaintance.

Shen Chuan didn't know what he was carrying in his hand. When he looked up and saw them, his eyes were filled with joy, "I was knocking on your door just now, and I happened to bump into it. Are you free tonight?"

Jiao Cheng: "What's wrong?"

Shen Chuan touched his head, and said embarrassedly: "You have been helping me before, and I didn't say anything, let's have a meal together tonight."

Jiao Cheng waved his hand: "Everyone who is fine is a neighbor, don't worry about small things, how is Yuan Yu and has he been discharged from the hospital?"

Shen Chuan said: "I was discharged from the hospital two days ago. It's okay because it was a hand injury. The main reason is that it grows slowly."

Just as they were talking, another elevator dinged, and Yuan Yu came out unhurriedly holding up his bandaged hands, raised his eyebrows and said, "Why is it so slow to call someone, I've already decided on the location, let's go quickly .”