Pampered By Mr President!

Xiang Qiuci was puzzled. “What are you doing here?”

Leng jiuchen said enigmatically, “Take a guess.”

How could Xiang Qiuci guess what Leng Jiuchen was thinking? She immediately shook her head. “I don’t know.”

Leng Jiuchen curled his lips. “Then go up and see for yourself.”

When Leng Jiuchen brought Xiang Qiuci to the second floor, she suddenly froze on the spot. Her eyes were filled with shock.

Leng jiuchen pulled her forward, “Do you like it?”

At this moment, Xiang Qiuci’s feelings were indescribable.

Turmeric. The colored floor, the bright wall mirror, and all kinds of dancing clothes.

This was a dance studio.

Opposite the huge wall mirror, there was a wall poster, on which she was dancing.

She couldn’t help but come to the wall painting, her eyes a little absent-minded.

In the mural, she wore a pure white knee-length ballerina dress. Her long hair was exquisitely tied up, and she was only decorated with a white flower wreath. Her beauty could topple nations and cities.

If she remembered correctly, this should be the scene of her performance on the night she first met Leng Jiuchen.

Ever since she left the capital and escaped from his side, she had not practiced ballet properly for a long time.

The dance that she loved the most, the dream that she wanted to pursue the most, had all been shattered after meeting him.

She slowly raised her hand and gently stroked the image, her eyes filled with sadness.

Suddenly, her finger was grabbed by a large hand and tightly wrapped in the palm of her hand.

In the next second, her entire body was pulled into the familiar and spacious embrace.

“I like to see you dance gracefully, so beautiful that it makes me intoxicated.”

Leng Jiuchen would never forget the first time he met Xiang Qiuci. She was the one sent by God to save him.

Xiang Qiuci felt bitter and her voice was a little hoarse. “I don’t dance ballet anymore. If you like it, you can find other people and let them dance for you.”

Leng Jiuchen narrowed his eyes. “I’m not interested in other people, and I’m even less interested in watching them dance.”

Xiang Qiuci frowned.

Leng Jiuchen hugged her and pressed her against the wall. He looked at her with a faint smile. “I’m only interested in you...”

Xiang Qiuci felt a sharp pain in her heart. She looked at him indifferently and said hoarsely, “Let me go.”

Hearing this, Leng Jiuchen’s face stiffened. In the next second, he lowered his head and kissed her lips as a punishment.

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At the same time, in the presidential palace.

The magnificent and resplendent living room was completely silent. Only the sound of raindrops coming from outside the window proved that time was flowing.

The president sat at the head of the table and looked at the photo in front of him with a gloomy expression.

Mei Ning was completely dumbfounded. She stared at the photo in a daze as if her soul had left her body.

The president’s wife’s expression was also extremely ugly. She frowned and remained silent.

Mei Qing, on the other hand, had a playful look on her face.

Seeing that no one was saying anything, she reached out to take the photo and scrutinized it carefully.

“She’s really a beauty...”

That photo was exactly the same as the one Leng Jiuchen had created for Xiang Qiuci in the dance studio.

“But she looks too much like Yue Qiuci, right? TSK TSK, no wonder she could bewitch Leng Jiuchen. It’s really unbelievable.”

Mei Qing did not know much about Xiang Qiuci. At this moment, she only thought that it was because she looked like Yue qiuci that she was so loved by Leng Jiuchen. Pampered. Loved.

The president did not know much about Xiang Qiuci. He looked at the President’s wife and said, “What’s her name? where is she from? How long has she been by Leng Jiuchen’s side?”

The president’s wife sighed lightly and said, “Her name is Xiang Qiuci. She’s from this city.”