Getting married by mistake: the embarrassing wife of the cold-faced president

Chapter 117
The next day I went to the health club to learn how to dance the rumba.

I dance rumba because I like rumba music.Thick lyrical, light sadness, boundless loneliness, listening to it, I feel like the autumn wind sweeps the fallen leaves, wherever it passes, the wind and sand are thousands of miles away, and the fallen leaves are scattered.

Influenced by Deng Dongyu, I also dance rumba alone.

Deng Dongyu's major is dancing, and his favorite is Latin dance.Under the guidance of her famous teacher, I learned very quickly, and it didn't take long for me to dance the rumba well.

Deng Dongyu said: "Women who are broken in love are most suitable for dancing rumba alone."

Rumba, the transliteration of English Rumba, is called the dance of love, one of the Latin dance items.The folk dance of African blacks and dances originated in the sixteenth century. It is popular in Latin America. It is characterized by romance, charming dancing posture, sexy and enthusiasm; graceful and loving steps, lingering, paying attention to body posture, graceful dancing posture, and graceful footwork. It is a kind of dance to express the affection between men and women.

Deng Dongyu danced the Rumba alone, and it was really hot.

In the melodious tune, she is desperate, dancing herself wildly, twisting her hips, twisting her steps, shaking her shoulders... The long curly hair hangs down, covering half of her face, and keeps flying. The black suspender skirt follows The dance steps fluttered wildly, making Deng Dongyu look like a dying butterfly.

Deng Dongyu not only danced very hotly, but also very sad and desperate.

Apart from me, there are a few young girls who have just entered college who are learning to dance the rumba.They have plenty of time on Sunday, and they have nothing to do, so they come together.These young girls are self-proclaimed, self-willed and rebellious, but they are also frank, enthusiastic, lively and lovely.

They all called me affectionately: "Sister Lala." Tired of dancing, they sat on the floor to rest, and they chatted like a judge in a court to torture me with various questions:
"Sister Lala, how old are you?"

"Sister Lala, do you have a boyfriend yet?"

"Sister Lala, I'm so envious of your long white and straight legs, it's really enviable! Sister Lala, you are tall and have a good temperament. Are there many men who pursue you?"

"Sister Lala, what kind of man do you like? A man with a house and a car? Or a tall and handsome man? If you get married, what kind of man do you want to marry?"

These young girls under the age of 20 are unexpectedly precocious, and they have a hundred thousand reasons, just like entertainment reporters interviewing popular stars.The smile on my face is also sincere enough. While answering every question, I also instill some unhealthy thoughts in them by the way.

"I'm 26 years old."

"I'm married."

"The man I like must be tall and handsome, with good looks. But the house and car are not very important. It doesn't matter if you have the best one or not. As long as he loves me, I love him again. Come to a loving, boring man Sometimes quarreling, quarreling, encountering a problem that can’t be resolved, and hoping to have a fight to exercise or something, such a life can be lived/colored/scented, right?”

These fledgling girls were overjoyed.

There was a girl who yearned naively: "I hope that in my life, I will meet three men like this: one looks up to me from afar, one is used to be bullied by me, and the other is to subdue me. I Before the first person, I am a god; before the second person, I am a queen; before the third person, I am a humble maid. But when I marry, I hope that I marry the first kind of person and the third kind of person The second type of person has a 'three-in-one', which is perfect."

As a result, those girls laughed again.

I can't help but laugh.

I was only six or seven years older than them, but it felt like I was separated from them by several generations.

Deng Dongyu, who had been silent all this time, sighed faintly at this moment: "The ideal is rich, but the reality is skinny. God is not so kind. You will give you any man you want to marry."

After finishing speaking, she sighed again.

Look preoccupied.

I'm not familiar with Deng Dongyu, I was just surprised, and didn't ask her why.Everyone has their own dissatisfaction, and they can't take care of their own troubles. How can they care about other people's business?Even if you have enough to eat and have nothing to do, you won't be so bored to gossip about other people's private addictions.

I didn't even ask how Fang Zisu and Han Qingluo were going.

Is this still worth asking?

You can imagine it with your toes, Fang Zisu's efforts were in vain - fetching water from the bamboo basket was in vain.How can a man who is as cynical as Han Qingluo and treats women like clothes be so easily conquered?He was the only one who conquered women, no woman conquered her.

When Fang Zisu saw me marrying someone else's wife, she also hated marrying me.

Fang Zisu is not the only woman who hates marrying.

Any woman who has passed the age of 25 and stays in the boudoir is usually regarded by the people around as an old girl who is worried about marrying, and she is in a state of anxiety, burdened with a heavy sense of crisis, and fears that she will reach the day of old age and fading. I'm still a loner, and I'm afraid no one will care about it if I drink it and sell it at a loss.

But no, when I went to work on Monday, I heard Zhuang Honghong announce to everyone in the office early in the morning: "Everyone, I went on a blind date yesterday."

"God!" Wang Qian reacted the fastest, and immediately opened her mouth wide and said, "Go on a blind date!"

"What's the matter?" Zhuang Honghong asked.

"I've always thought that blind dates are reserved for women over 25 years old." Wang Qian said, "Honghong, you're only 24 years old. You're the youngest girl in our first editorial team. Blind date, Khan."

"I'm planning for a rainy day, understand?" Zhuang Honghong puffed out her chest, very confidently: "I don't want my dream of a wealthy family to be wiped out when I'm old and fading."

"Cut." Wang Qian was very disapproving.

Zhuang Honghong said: "Wang Qian, I know you have a high heart and are not vulgar like me. When you find a boyfriend, you don't focus on money, but on love. You are willing to drink water with love. I can't be your literary youth. , It doesn’t matter if you say I’m vulgar or vain, I’m afraid of poverty, and I want to live a comfortable life.”

Wang Qian said: "Okay, everyone has his own aspirations, as long as he is happy."

Zhuang Honghong said again: "Yesterday, the person I went on a blind date with was a local tyrant. His wife died two years ago and he opened a company of some kind—er, I forgot what company it was. I just remember that the local tyrant had a mature face with a vicissitudes of life. Thin stubble, no beer belly, and the legendary masculinity on his body—"

"How old is the local tyrant?" Lin Geni suddenly interrupted and asked.

"Throwing 4 cards is the age of Ben 5." Zhuang Honghong said.

"Your sister, throwing 4 Ben 5s—too mature! He is so mature that you can even call him a grandfather." Lingeni said.

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(End of this chapter)