The big brother's wife is actually a rich and powerful young master

In the matter of dancing, in Yan Qing's 18 years of short life, he only practiced two kinds of "dances", namely broadcast gymnastics for primary school students and broadcast gymnastics for middle school students.

So much so that when Uncle Fu forwarded the ballroom dance tutorial video to him, Yan Qing wished that his mobile phone was still the old, tattered phone.

At least in this way, he doesn't have to secretly watch dance tutorials in the drawer when get out of class is over.

"Yan Qing, what are you looking at?" Lin Xingyi moved to Yan Qing's side and pulled out Yan Qing's cell phone.

On the mobile phone, the beautiful ballroom dance tutorial video was being broadcast halfway, Lin Xingyi returned the mobile phone to Yan Qing in embarrassment, his eyes wandering around.

"Lin Xingyi." Yan Qing calmly exited the video, opened the address book, narrowed his eyes gently, "I'm going to summon Gao Shu."

After class, Gao Shu will help out in the teacher's office, but as long as Lin Xingyi "offends", she will rush to the class and give Lin Xingyi a "class discipline iron fist".

According to Gao Shu, she was ranked second in the class because Lin Xingyi, the number one in the class, was too uncontrollable, so she had to sit next to Lin Xingyi reluctantly.

"Don't, don't, Gao Shu hurts too much." Lin Xingyi raised his hands in surrender, and looked at Yan Qing flatteringly, "As long as you don't call Gao Shu, you can ask me to help you with anything."

Yan Qing looked at Lin Xingyi, and suddenly had an idea: "Can you dance ballroom dancing?"

"Ballroom dancing?" Lin Xingyi pointed at Yan Qing's phone, "Just that elementary school student with zero basic ballroom dancing?"

"Ha ha."

Yan Qing choked speechlessly, and laughed dryly. Uncle Fu gave him three videos, which were different levels of ballroom dancing tutorials, but who told him that his limbs were not working hard, and the only one who could keep up with the movements a little bit was this elementary school student. Ballroom dancing.

As soon as Lin Xing saw Yan Qing's embarrassment, he also laughed dryly. The first and second graders of the two age groups sat at the first table and laughed foolishly. Gong He, who had just returned from the grocery store, was so scared that they thought they had taken the wrong medicine. .

"Master Miejue forced you too hard, are you finally out of your mind?" Gong He hugged the snacks, gleefully teasing the two of them.

Lin Xing directly took the snack away from Gong He's hand, but Yan Qing didn't get violent, but lay down on the table, sighing sadly: "It would be great if learning to dance is easier than making papers."

"Dancing?" Gong He glanced at the glowing mobile phone in the drawer, "Ballroom dancing? I can."

"What?!" Yan Qing raised his head in surprise and held Gong He's hands, "You can dance?"

Gong He nodded under the expectant eyes of the two, and twitched his eyebrows triumphantly: "My dad put me in No. [-] middle school because of my junior high school dance certificate."

It never occurred to him that Gong He has learned dance for ten years as a master among the folks. If his academic performance hadn't dropped sharply after high school, he might still go to the dance studio to continue his studies.

"Then why are you so fat?!" Lin Xing looked at Gong He's figure up and down, with a look of disbelief.

"I used to exercise a lot, but now I eat a lot and don't exercise, so of course I'll gain weight." Gong He weighed his big belly, and took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket, "I will show you the photos of me participating in the competition."

Lin Xing went over to look at Gong He's cell phone, but couldn't find where Gong He was after looking for a long time: "Where are you?"

Yan Qing hesitantly pointed to the beautiful boy in the center of the photo: "Is this?"

"Yan Qing still understands me." Gong He gave himself a thumbs up.

Lin Xingyi could not wait to put his eyes on the phone screen, frowning and questioning loudly: "How is it possible?!"

"Huh, I didn't expect that." Gong He hurriedly stuffed the phone back into his pocket, "Yan Qing, I'll send you a few ballroom dance breakdown action tutorials later, put your phone away quickly, and don't let Miejue Shitai find out."

Yan Qing nodded gratefully, and suddenly remembered something: "Gong He, can you send me the award-giving photo just now?"

Lin Xingyi also joined in the fun and took out his mobile phone: "There is me and me!"

"Okay." Gong He nodded, and sent the photo to Yan Qing's QQ in a few clicks.

Yan Qing clicked on the pictures, kept zooming in on the award-giving guests around Gong He, and opened his mouth in shock: "Uncle Fu?"

The mobile phone in his hand was withdrawn bit by bit, Yan Qing raised his eyes, and was smiling at Wang Qin, the work director.

Wang Qin held a mobile phone in each hand, hiding a knife in her smile: "Even if you two are in the top two years, you can't bring your mobile phone to school."

"Teacher! My phone!"

"teacher……"

***

Yan Qing, whose mobile phone was confiscated, was even more dejected, and even the back view of lying in the living room doing the questions after school was even more melancholy.

Uncle Fu thought it was because the homework was too difficult, so he brought a glass of milk to let Yan Qing rest, and saw two or three papers that were filled to the brim with Yan Qing.

"I've written so much in this paper, why don't I take a rest first."

Yan Qing looked up at Uncle Fu, thanked him, took the milk, and asked curiously, "Uncle Fu, have you ever learned ballroom dancing?"

Fu Bo nodded with a smile on his face, and bowed in a gentle manner: "I am not talented. I used to be the champion of ballroom dancing in this city. In the past two years, I also served as a judge and an award presenter."

Sure enough, the award presenter in Gong He's award-winning photo was Uncle Fu!

Yan Qing seemed to have found a savior, and quickly got up and grabbed Fu Bo's sleeve: "Then can you teach me? I can't learn it even by watching videos."

"Of course, but, have you finished your homework today?"

"I've finished writing it a long time ago. These are all extra papers I added." Yan Qing's eyes sparkled, "Let's go upstairs to the entertainment room to dance."

A burst of melodious music sounded, and the door was opened. As soon as Yin Sheng stepped into the house, he heard classical music coming from the entertainment room on the second floor.

He looked around, neither Uncle Fu nor Yan Qing was in the living room, his gaze was directed at the translucent frosted glass door of the entertainment room, he clenched his mobile phone tightly, and walked straight to the second floor.

When he opened the door, he saw his new wife hugging the decades-old housekeeper.

Yin Sheng raised his eyebrows and his eyes were sharp.

Fortunately, Yan Qing and Fu Bo were just dancing.Moreover, Forber used a gentleman's hand, and the two of them were not very close.

Even during the minute he stood at the door, Yin Sheng watched Yan Qing perform the skill of "how to wrestle on flat ground" the whole time.

"Have enough fun?"

Just when Yan Qing was sitting on the ground exhausted, Yin Sheng folded his hands on his chest and lazily let out a sound.

"Master." Before Yan Qing woke up from the surprise, Uncle Fu nodded at Yin Sheng, wanting to help Yan Qing up first.

Yin Sheng walked up to Yan Qing, held Yan Qing's hand, and threw his coat to Uncle Fu: "Can you get up?"

"En." Yan Qing stood up with strength, patted the ashes on his body casually, and looked at Yin Sheng with some embarrassment.

"Didn't you say I'm coming back to teach?"

Yin Sheng looked down at Yan Qing, Yan Qing's little nose was red and red, as if he was naturally thin-skinned, with just such a little exercise, large swathes of blush appeared on his cheeks, neck and neck.

"I want to make up lessons before you come back." Yan Qing stared blankly at Yin Sheng, completely oblivious to the fact that his hand was still clenched in Yin Sheng's.

Yin Sheng opened Yan Qing's clenched fist with five fingers, flattened his palm, and raised his arms straight.

Yan Qing is not as tall as Yin Sheng, and his chin can only reach Yin Sheng's shoulders. He is half a head shorter than Yin Sheng who is more than 1.8 meters tall, so he can only stare at Yin Sheng with his eyes wide open.

The distance between them is very close, but there is no charming atmosphere.

There was brisk piano music playing in the room, and Forbe, who was still by his side just now, had long since disappeared without a trace.

Facing Yin Sheng, Yan Qing always had a trace of indescribable panic, for fear of accidentally stepping on Yin Sheng, so he would be more coy when making movements.

"Relax, follow my steps." Yin Sheng whispered into Yan Qing's ear.

Black leather shoes and reddish-brown Oxford shoes stepped on the soft red carpet. When the music was soft, they swayed slowly; when the music was brisk, they moved their steps and circled the venue.

"what!"

Before Yan Qing could change his foot, he stepped on Yin Sheng.

"It's okay, continue." Yin Sheng's face remained unchanged, he lowered his head and smiled, "You are so light, you don't feel a thing when you step on it."

Knowing that Yin Sheng was comforting him, Yan Qing thought that he could live up to Yin Sheng's expectations, so he nodded vigorously and continued to concentrate on the dance steps.

"Dancing for two requires tacit understanding and a calm attitude." Yin Sheng said unhurriedly, "Of course, if you appear on stage as Mrs. Yin, no matter how you dance, everyone will give you applause."

Yan Qing looked at Yin Sheng with piercing eyes: "But I don't want to embarrass you."

Yan Qing pursed her rosy lips, and there was a stubbornness in her eyes.

He can even solve super-class high-level math problems, how can he lose in dancing?Besides, he himself said he could be a good Mrs. Yin at the beginning, how could he shrink back when he appeared in front of the public for the first time?

Yan Qing regained his strength, raised his chest and raised his head, leaning in front of Yin Sheng: "Can I do it again?"

Yin Sheng was stunned by his suddenly approaching face, but soon showed a doting smile: "Of course, if you come again a few times, I will accompany you."

At night, on the second floor of Yin's villa, the bright lights never go out.