eight dance partners with my boyfriend

Jiao Cheng pressed the elevator in the office building, and couldn't help feeling that the young master of a rich family really doesn't know the sufferings of the world. Thinking of Lu Luanqing just pulling his clothes and saying that he couldn't take the subway, Jiao Cheng really doubted how he got his driver's license of.

He opened the door of the studio with ease, no one was here for the rest today, Jiao Cheng turned on the light, Lu Luanqing followed in unhurriedly, took off his sunglasses for the first time, and looked around.

I took a data cable to him, "It can be charged here, you can charge it for a while, and I will get something to drink."

Lu Luanqing responded. He learned to draw and swim for a while when he was a child. The former gave up halfway, and the latter would at least not drown if he fell into the water. But he had never stepped into a dance room. In his eyes, people who learn to dance are all It is fragrant, and the neck is raised high.

The sesame in his arms jumped out and stretched on the floor. Looking at Nuo Da's mirror and the white wall, the young master couldn't help but ask, "Can you still dance?"

Jiao Cheng went to the lounge to get the milk and the chocolate Li Feizhang said, "I can't dance, I just invested a part of it."

Lu Luanqing nodded if he didn't seem to, and sat for a while holding sesame seeds, and after a while, a handsome woman walked in through the door.

"Xiao Jiao, I'm here to deliver the clothes. I thought there would be no one coming early." The woman said and looked at Lu Liqing who was sitting on the floor and smiled, "A student learning to dance?"

After receiving the two big boxes, Jiao Cheng passed the chocolates to the female boss, "It's not a student, it's my colleague. I happened to come early after get off work."

The female boss didn't ask any further questions, and happily accepted the chocolates, "Check to see if there is any problem with the clothes, so that Li Feizhang won't accuse me of cheating."

Jiao Cheng laughed, knowing she was joking, so he opened it to take a look under the urging.Xia Guanghui's suit is really beautiful, and the shape and color are very suitable for children's temperament.

"Don't you want to open another set?" The female boss raised her eyebrows.

Jiao Cheng pressed the box with a gentle expression: "Just let the person who should open it open it."

The electric charge was halfway through, Jiao Cheng didn't intend to stay any longer, he locked the door, and Lu Liqing disappeared in a blink of an eye.

He sent a message to Li Feizhang, but the other party didn't reply. A few hours ago, a selfie was posted in Moments.

The light is dim, and the light coffee-colored stitching top, I don't know if his facial features are too tough, and I can't tell if he is wearing makeup or not.

A tweet just popped up on Weibo. Coincidentally, it was the stage photo of Tian Yixuan that had just been exposed, with flamboyant and delicate costumes, and even every strand of hair was beautifully designed.

Jiao Cheng just smiled and had nothing to say.

Suddenly a message popped up in WeChat.

Lu: Come to the eighth floor!There are good-looking ones!

Jiao Cheng looked at the news with a dazed expression, half-believing and half-doubting, the message "Save me" sent by Lu Liqing before was no longer credible, it was really hard to imagine how he ran to the eighth floor.

As soon as the elevator opened, there was a smell of smoke and dust. Jiao Cheng coughed a few times with a flick of his hand. Then he remembered that the decoration of the eighth floor was different from the other floors. The wall has been empty here, and I heard that it intends to rent it out recently.

Jiao Cheng stepped out, there were several stairs above the exit, and a temporary fence was erected. Lu Liqing leaned on it, and Zhima lay quietly on his shoulders.

"What are you calling me to see?"

Lu Luanqing raised his index finger again and again to "shush", Jiao Cheng was standing next to him, and this man even took a video with his mobile phone.

"Don't use the electricity until it turns off later."

As Jiao Cheng spoke, he caught a glimpse of the figure in the video, which looked familiar. Looking down, there was a huge floor-to-ceiling mirror in the aisle, which was covered with dust due to the decoration, and the ground was also mixed with sawdust.

And in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror, stood a young man.

A white shirt, casual and straight sports pants, a pair of canvas shoes on the feet, the toe of the toe is rolled with wood chips.

Lifting the head and retracting the chin, kicking the legs back, making a big sliding step and turning sideways, the ground made a "scrubbing" sound, and all the dust was raised in the air, like a slow motion frame by frame, dotted with stars elongate, elongate...

Liu Bomao's eyes were closed tightly, folds appeared on his shirt, and the hair on his forehead was rubbed away with a smell of wall glue. His face gradually folded, and Jiao Cheng couldn't see clearly...

"Jiao Cheng! You are finally here!"

As soon as he was hugged, Jiao Cheng pulled his paws unaccustomed, and the scars on the corners of Jiang Meng's eyes were clearly visible.

Jiang Meng was not annoyed, he always knew that his college classmate was very particular, so he shouted loudly in the crowd: "How spacious is it? This is the biggest dance floor we can get in this city."

Jiao Cheng casually glanced at the rectangular pool under the fence, where several cleaners were cleaning, and asked in a daze, "How do you do this job?"

Jiang Meng supported the fence: "I just like to do planning. After I finally graduated, I don't want to sit in an office until I grow old. It's too boring. What about you, old cadre Jiao, is your work going well?"

Jiao Cheng felt that it was boring, so he turned around and went down the stairs, "You saw the old job at a glance, my dad stares at me every day, so it's okay."

Going out through the small door, Jiao Cheng went back to the lobby and went to the toilet. There happened to be a vending machine outside, and he bought a fruit-flavored drink and sat on a chair to drink it.

Today was supposed to be a rest day. It was not easy after graduation and working for two months. After finally taking a vacation, Jiang Meng even dragged him to watch this game, saying that it was the first time he participated in the planning and let him cheer.

It was too hot in summer, and Jiao Cheng was so hot that he felt flustered, even after taking a few sips of water, he still felt uncomfortable.A few parents and children happened to run in at the door, and they didn't know what they were talking about.

The child's makeup is very exaggerated. Jiao Cheng occasionally watched folk dances on the TV art channel, and they were pretty good, but he always felt that this was not so good-looking.

Jiang Meng sent him a message saying that the competition was about to start, and urged him to go back. Jiao Cheng wiped his sweat and was not happy, so he happened to take a leaflet, which said "All-age Amateur Ballroom Ballroom Dance Competition".

ballroom dance...

Jiao Cheng muttered in a low voice, suddenly felt that the word was too far away, so far away that he might not have anything to do with him in this life, a few messages rang on the phone, Jiao Jianxiang was sent to work again, and he sent Jiang Meng a message " I'll come back later", and then I found a corner and squatted down to edit two articles.

Because of his good handwriting and writing style, he is almost becoming a ruthless codewriter in the Bureau.

It was quite late after finally getting it done, and Jiao Cheng walked up the steps aimlessly, only to find that he was still holding the flyer just now, with sweat printed on it.

"Jiao Cheng! You are too slow, this first game is over."

Jiang Meng complained and pulled him to his side, Jiao Cheng stuffed his phone into his pocket, and saw that the dance floor below was full of darkness, and the skirts were dazzlingly colorful, and there were people of all ages.

"Are there no age groups in the competition?" Jiao Cheng asked.

Jiang Meng said: "It's divided, now all the modern dancers are inside, it's a bit crowded, a new link is added, it can be regarded as dancing after the competition."

Jiao Cheng let out a thoughtful "Oh" and shot at the crowd boredly. Not all dancing figures were in good shape, and there were many middle-aged and elderly people who were blessed, and women who couldn't hide wrinkles even after wearing makeup. With a smile on your face...

His eyes wandered around, circling among the dense crowd, but suddenly settled on one point.

The man is wearing a black tuxedo, no different from others, but his waist and height are particularly prominent. His steps are big, his arms are slender, and the female dancer in front of him is in a blue-purple long dress, which is much more luxurious than the others.

There is a song that is suddenly rushing and slowing down in the venue.

The man was stepping on the rhythm and dancing freely, his partner seemed to be melted into his palm, making one body, the skirt of the female dancer was thrown high, and the dazzling beads refracted the five-color light, covering all the eyes of the audience here.

But Jiao Cheng's eyes were always fixed on that man.

The limbs are like high-hanging branches, a few inches soft, a few inches tough, as if all the backbones have been pulled away, allowing them to be trampled...

Jiao Cheng couldn't understand modern techniques, but it was like a long-term breeze on the tip of his heart, and all the emotional fluctuations were slowly magnified at this moment...

The cicadas were clattering, and a drop of sweat fell from his fingertips, and he jumped into the scorching summer together with his heartbeat.

Memories gradually peeled off, and the boy in front of him had blurred facial features, with a trace of hotness, his figure elongated a little bit, and the two completely different faces subtly overlapped at a certain moment, together with the body freeze.

"What’s wrong with you……"

Jiao Cheng was called, and suddenly turned his head.

Lu Liqing glanced at him, a little strange: "Your eyes are so red."

Jiao Cheng rubbed unconsciously, feeling a little sore, and looked down to find the shadow of the boy. In just a short moment, he saw the shadow of Liu Bomao, the shadow of Li Feidan, very strange touch, obviously they are so different... …

Panting heavily, Liu Bomao pulled his shirt, paused the music, rolled up his sleeves in front of the mirror, took off an earphone, and was stunned thinking about the two Olympiad questions that he was about to teach in the cram school.

Suddenly heard a "Wow", turned around and saw two people standing at the railing, one of them was a familiar face.

A little stunned.

Every time he saw Jiao Cheng, he seemed to be smiling, and he didn't make unnecessary movements, just asked simply. Liu Bomao recalled the first time he saw him, separated by a glass door, he and Li Fei Dan looked at each other with a smile.

At that time, I was extremely repulsive, repelled seeing this person, for no reason, for no reason.

In fact, to be honest, they haven't met a few times, they just met and talked occasionally. These days, he would silently guess and think about what happened between this person and Li Feizhang before they got together. In the middle of the night, he would recall the hand that the man held that day.

What is hot and humid is not rain, but your own sweat.

That's great, that person has been standing behind Li Feidan.

Liu Bomao suddenly thought so.

"Let's go, aren't you going back to the station to drive?" Jiao Cheng patted Lu Liqing's shoulder, and the young master quickly saved the video, and went to the elevator with Zhima in his arms.

Jiao Cheng walked behind and glanced at the young man in front of the mirror again. As usual, he didn't have much emotion on his face. The difference was that this time he didn't look away.

Jiao Cheng rubbed his brain and felt a little tired. The memory just now was too real, as if it brought him back to the day when he first met Li Feidan. It was so intense that Jiang Meng turned over the leaflet in his hand and pointed to a name Said: "Li Feidan, he is our guest."

Like it happened yesterday.

Jiao Cheng couldn't explain his emotions clearly, and couldn't help but mutter to himself: "People who dance seriously are all alike."

When I got home, I received a message from Li Feizhang on the subway. When I got home, he was taking off his makeup in the bathroom in front of the mirror.

"Did you get the clothes?" Li Fei asked.

Jiao Cheng nodded: "I got both sets, and they are much more beautiful than the samples."

"That's right, my clothes are also made by her family in recent years, and the proprietress's daughter is very cute." Li Feidan was applying light eyeshadow, turned around and Jiao Cheng was sending a message, and couldn't help asking: "Why are you looking so serious. "

Jiao Cheng walked to his side, opened the video file that Lu Luanqing had just sent him, and tapped the screen, "I think he is suitable for dancing."

Li Feidan followed his gaze, raised the corners of his mouth, and smiled: "Yes."