Jian Chu, a graduate student in the Ballet Department of Hong Kong City, was the proud disciple selected by dancer Fu Mingxuan from thousands of candidates. The entire Bei Wu dance school knew that Teacher Fu was blatantly partial to this little girl from the south—until she was playful and missed the school anniversary solo dance.
In the living room of the Fu family's old house, Jian Chu lowered her head as she was being scolded, rubbing her toes on the carpet, and her skirt was almost torn. Fu Hengyue leaned against the carved door frame, turned the car key and watched the excitement for a long time.
Fu Mingxuan was so angry that she went upstairs to change clothes. Before leaving, she said, "Watch this girl for me. Don't let her run away."
Fu Hengyue leaned back on the sofa and asked her across a pot of monstera: "Which one started?"
"The first beginning." Jian Chu said angrily.
"He's not a big man, but his name is quite big."
Jian Chu glared at him across the coffee table, her almond-shaped eyes full of sparks: "You are young, your whole family is young."
The man laughed softly, and the sound shook from his chest.
Later, he waved the car keys in front of her eyes: "Are you leaving? The theater opens at eight o'clock, and it's now seven-fifty."
Jian Chu ground his back molars and said, "Drive more slowly, I get carsick."
He lowered his eyes and looked at her furious expression: "Okay, Your Highness Princess."
Later, Jian Chu learned that she thought she was just glaring at a nosy nuisance that night.
But after Fu Hengyue took one look at her, he had no intention of letting her leave Beijing.
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Big boss in Beijing × Hong Kong style ballet sweetheart
The twin cities of the north and the south can be seen for thousands of years.
In the evening breeze of Chang'an Street in June, someone had been waiting for her for a long time.
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Don't worry, the wind will stop and the headlights will
