Rolling in the arms of the paranoid boss

She didn't find it unusual to meet Meng Qingning in Binhai City, but she heard that Caryton held a dance competition this time for the sake of fairness, so they used their own people from top to bottom.

Prevent people with malicious intentions from moving their hands and feet.

Cariton loves all dancers.

Therefore, Meng Qingning was surprised that the other party knew her.

"It's not strange to know you, because I have already ordered you to come in, no matter whether you have a competition card or not, I will let you in."

A slightly cold male voice suddenly sounded from inside.

Meng Qingning subconsciously followed the source of the sound.

A handsome man with dyed blond hair stood there. He was wearing a white suit, with one hand in his pocket, and a pair of glasses with gold wire frames. He looked extremely stylish.

Almost at the first glance, Wei Jue felt the threat from the man, and subconsciously frowned.

Before Meng Qingning could ask, the man stepped closer with long legs, walked up to her and stretched out his hand towards her.

"My surname is Murong, and the single name is Yuan. You can call me by my name directly, or you can call me Mr. Murong, or if you have a destiny in the future..."

He paused for a moment, his sharp eyes fell on Wei Jue's face next to Meng Qingning, and the eyes of the two men met in the air.

Wei Jue pursed his thin lips slightly, and looked at the other party indifferently.

The corner of Murong Yuan's lips twitched, his eyes turned from Wei Jue's face to Meng Qingning's, "You might want to call me teacher."

Hearing this, Meng Qingning was stunned.

He is a teacher at Carleton College?

But how did Carriton's teacher know her?

As if he could guess what she was thinking, Murong Yuan explained directly: "I watched you dance when you were young."

He stared at Meng Qingning and commented seriously: "Very aura."

"When you were young?"

Mentioning this, Meng Qingning was quite surprised. He actually watched his own dance when he was a child?She didn't dance a long time ago, so what he saw...

And the man in front of him looks like he is only in his 30s. Doesn't that mean that he became Cariton's teacher very early on?

"Yes, I went to your school when you were young, and I saw it once."

The little girl was very young at the time, and practiced very hard, and then there was a dance event that day, she wore a white skirt, and she was as clean as a little white swan bathed in the light.

With just one glance, Murong Yuan took a fancy to this little girl.

I think she is a natural dancer and I want her to be my student.

After watching her whole event, Murong Yuan was even more pleasantly surprised. Murong Yuan felt that she would definitely be able to enter Caryton.

But after waiting and waiting, he did not wait for the little girl to come to Carriton.

Murong Yuan felt that something was wrong, and after asking, he found out that the little girl had given up dancing.

"I'm glad you're willing to come back and continue dancing, because there's another talent in the dance world."

After finishing speaking, Murong Yuan lifted his chin inside, "The stage is inside, I hope today's honor belongs to you."

Meng Qingning's lips moved, and finally he only said, "Thank you."

She didn't expect that so many people were paying attention to her, including Teacher Ye Zi and the teacher she just met in front of her.

Everyone thought it was so precious to her, but she actually gave it up at the beginning.

Fortunately, she had another chance to make amends.

"Don't thank me, I hope you thank me in a non-verbal way."

While talking, a staff member came over.

"Mr. Murong."

The staff came up to his ear and whispered something to him.

After hearing this, Murong Yuan looked at Meng Qingning, "Okay little girl, I hope we will meet again in Caryton after tonight. Goodbye."

The corners of Meng Qingning's lips twitched, "Goodbye, I also hope to see you in Caryton."

Murong Yuan left.

Meng Qingning sighed to Wei Jue after he left, "I never thought so many people would miss me."

What he didn't want to feel was Wei Jue's slightly icy breath.

Wei Jue looked at Murong Yuan's figure with a slightly cold expression.

Meng Qingning sized him up for a while, and asked amusedly, "You won't be jealous, will you?"

After finishing speaking, Meng Qingning hugged his arm and walked inside, saying, "What's there to be jealous about? He's an old man, how can you be younger than you?"

Murong Yuan, who had just walked away but could still hear Meng Qingning's words; "..."

He couldn't help but turn his head to look at the little girl, but unfortunately the little girl didn't notice, but it was Wei Jue's dark eyes that met him.

Murong Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly.

This man's eyes are really sharp, like a sword. He is obviously not wearing a famous brand, but his aura is very calm.

Like a person in power who has been in a high position all year round.

Looking at the closeness of the two, is this man the little girl's lover?
The old man she mentioned made Murong Yuan shake his head helplessly, and walked away.

After they really left, Wei Jue turned his gaze back and responded to what Meng Qingning said just now.

"Is he very old?"

"Aren't you old?" Meng Qingning asked back: "Although he doesn't look old, he actually watched me dance when I was young. How many years ago was that? At that time, he was already Cariton's dance teacher, and he must be old now. It's huge."

"I will be older in the future, do you despise me too?"

Inexplicably, Meng Qingning felt that Wei Jue's words were a bit over the top. Is he so jealous?

"Wei Jue, are you stupid? When you get older, I get older too."

"In other words, you will really despise me."

Meng Qingning: "..."

Wei Jue: "Huh?"

"Hey, at least I don't feel disgusted now, I'm still young now."

Wei Jue held her thin wrist, as if feeling threatened: "It's useless to dislike you, you are mine anyway."

"I know~" Meng Qingning couldn't help but reach out and stroke his head seeing how his hair was blowing up.

In the end, Wei Jue grabbed his wrist and pulled him down before he touched it.

"Someone is watching, what does it look like to touch my head?"

She actually wanted to touch his head like a pet?

Hearing this, Meng Qingning pouted dissatisfiedly: "I suddenly want to touch it, let me touch Wei Jue."

Wei Jue pursed his thin lips and did not move.

"If someone looks at you and won't let me touch it, do you still like me?"

"What does that have to do with liking you?"

"Of course, you want to please me. I'm not happy if you don't let me touch it."

Everyone's eyes are still looking at this side.

The beautiful girl's wrist was clasped by the handsome man, her red mouth was pouted and her head was raised as if she was talking about something. The man's eyes flashed with helplessness, but his face was full of pampering.

He opened his thin lips lightly: "You can touch it, but after touching it, you have to let me kiss you, right here."

As he spoke, his other hand had already touched the girl's cheek, and his fingertips brushed past the corner of her lips.

Meng Qingning: "???"