After Those Years of Misery

"Yes, my son knows the goods." Tong Wenya squatted down and touched her son's head. She was a little anxious. Because she was wearing high heels and the chassis was unstable, she almost sat down on the ground.

Although Chun Yuchen had a cold face, he still stretched out his hand, and firmly grasped her before she reached the end.

"Thank you, I'm not used to wearing high heels." Tong Wenya said a little embarrassingly.

"Let's go." Chun Yuchen lent her arms to Tong Wenya as a rare gentleman, and she didn't want to make a joke in front of everyone, so she had to go with Chun Yuchen reluctantly.

Coming out of Tong Wenya's room, just walking down the corridor, I saw Fang Shiqing, who was also wearing a white evening gown, also coming out of the room.

"Sister Wenya, you are so beautiful tonight!" Fang Shiqing admired.

The two of them have different styles. Fang Shiqing is gentle and noble. In a white evening gown, she looks elegant and cute, but not innocent and sexy.

Tong Wenya Wuxin said those hypocritical polite remarks to her, she just said to Chun Yuchen indifferently: "You and Miss Shiqing will go together, I'm fine alone." After that, she must get rid of Chun Yuchen.

"Shi Qing is not as stupid as you. She can wrestle with high heels." Chun Yuchen was expressionless, but with a little force under his arm, Tong Wenya's wrist was clamped by him and he couldn't pull it out.

"Yeah, sister Wenya, I'm used to it. Besides, Yan Ming will be with me. You go slowly, and Lang wants me to help. I'm going ahead."

Fang Shiqing quickened his pace, and Yan Ming quickly followed.

In order to make Fang Shiqing happy, Chun Yulang personally acted as the host of the ball, with the light shining on his handsome face, how many ladies fell over him. Yu Sisi is also gearing up, and must show her charm tonight to let Chun Yulang indulge in her **** dance. For this reason, she also specially sprayed charming perfume, as long as he is willing to dance with her, she is absolutely sure to let him treat her at night...

Tong Wenya didn't look forward to the stage. She was always paying attention to her sad high heels and also paying attention to the children.

The house has been very peaceful recently, Fang Shiqing looks quite harmless, but in her heart she always feels that things are not that simple. Perhaps calm means that on the eve of the storm, she must always be vigilant to prevent them from harming her children.

"Sit here and don't run around." Chun Yuchen took Tong Wenya and Xiao Keji to a corner and explained them.

"Ok."

Chun Yuchen left after giving the explanation. Tong Wenya whispered in Xiao Keji's ear: "Mommy doesn't want to dance. We will be watching here for a while. You must always be in Mommy's sight."

"Son!" A soft call sounded above the two of them, and they knew it was Nangong Zhe.

Nangong Zhe was already handsome, and tonight he was even more angry with the handsome.

"Nangong Barbie!" Little Corgi stretched out his arms for a hug.

"Don't stain your Barbie's clothes, he is here to hunt Yan."

Nangong Tetsu didn't seem to care at all, bent down and hugged Corgi into his arms. I haven't seen the little guy in some days, and he really misses him.

"Did you miss Barbie?"

"Have."

"I think you are reluctant to stay, don't you remember who Barbie is?"

"No, little Corgi has dreamed of Barbie several times."

The dead boy has always been so unethical. When he grows up, I don't know how many girls will be deceived by him. Tong Wenya wipes a sweat. He often dreams of whether Chunyuchen is good or not.

Nangongzhe sat down beside Tong Wenya holding Corgi and asked her softly, "How are you doing?"

"Nothing, just the same."

Chun Yuchen deliberately changed a set of clothes. It was a pure white tuxedo. He Wenbo prepared him a couple menswear with a childlike dress. He didn't want to wear it at the time.

When he changed his clothes and returned to the banquet hall, he could see Tong Wenya and Nangong Zhe lowering their heads and whispering from a distance. They were really close enough.

He walked towards them step by step with a calm face. Before reaching them, he heard Chun Yulang announce: "The first dance, I invite my elder brother Chun Yuchen and Miss Fang Shiqing."

With waves of applause, the light swept towards Chun Yuchen's handsome face, who had almost reached the middle of the dance floor.

Fang Shiqing stood on the side of the dance floor looking at him expectantly, Chun Yuchen turned and walked back, gently hugged Fang Shiqing's waist, and slid into the dance floor.

The music sounded and the two danced gracefully, their dancing posture was perfect. Maybe only people with professional training can dance so well, Tong Wenya, no matter how beautiful you are, you are still an ugly duckling. There was a bit of bitterness in my heart suddenly, between her and Chun Yuchen, it was really not just a fiancée and a memory. There is a gap between them, that is the gap between status and status, and there is no way to cross it. No matter how she studies, I am afraid that Fang Shiqing will not be elegant and gentle. You know, she was born to be trained as Mrs. Chun Yuchen.

Chun Yuchen and Fang Shiqing started, and a few minutes later, the others joined in pairs.

"If you are willing to learn, you will dance better than her." In the ear, even if Nangong Zhe's voice was as indifferent as before, it just right encouraged Tong Wenya.

He seemed to know everything, but she didn't seem to know anything about Nangong Zhe.

"Come on, I'll teach you." Nangong Zhe reached out to Tong Wenya, and Tong Wenya looked at Xiao Keji embarrassedly.

"No, no one is looking after my son."

"Isn't someone here to take care of you?" Following Nangong Zhe's gaze, he saw Chun Yulang coming.

Like a clinging fly, Yu Sisi insisted on dancing with Chun Yulang. It happened that Chun Yulang had Chun Yuchen's explanation and took the opportunity to take care of the children.

"Tong Wenya, you go dance, and Little Corgi will give it to me. Big brother asked me to come."

I thought that Chun Yuchen had completely forgotten me, and he was still thinking about his son, so he was interested.

Nangongzhe brought Tong Wenya onto the dance floor. Tong Wenya was a little awkward. She was always afraid of stepping on Nangongzhe's shoes, so she kept looking down.

"Forget the high heels, follow my footsteps, and hug my waist." Nangongzhe helped Tong Wenya position her hand, tightening her in her arms, and reminding her again: "Close your eyes, it's easy to find the feeling."

Tong Wenya felt that Fang Shiqing was looking down on her, she must learn to dance and never lose to her.

Thinking of this, she closed her eyes cooperatively. Nangong Zhe is really a good teacher. His powerful hands seem to have given her infinite power and filled her with trust.

Spinning, spinning, faster and faster, Tong Wenya's tension seemed to disappear. It's so wonderful, it's like flying in the white snow, Tong Wenya's lips are slightly raised and curved in a beautiful arc.

She closed her eyes, but Nangong Zhe's eyes were open. He held her tighter and looked provocatively at Chun Yuchen, who was already gloomy.