Qin Mo's eyes stayed on her twisting waist for a while, his pupils tightened a little, and suddenly asked: "Can my wife dance square dance?"

Hearing this, Wen Xia's body swayed and she almost twisted her waist.

Could it be that Qin Mo wanted her to dance square dance at the party?

I have to say that women's intuition is very accurate. The next second, I heard the boy's domineering voice, "Choose one between square dancing and not going."

“…”

Wen Xia pointed three fingers at him and said, "Honey, the first place winner gets three hundred yuan, which can be used to drink more than fifty cups of milk tea."

Looking at her innocent look, Qin Mo laughed angrily. When had he ever owed her money? "Three hundred yuan, right?"

He took out his cell phone from his trouser pocket. After a while, Wen Xia's cell phone rang. It was a text message from his bank card, with 10,000.00 deposited into his account.

"Is that enough for milk tea?"

Wen Xia: “…”

What does it feel like to have a rich and academically gifted husband? Suddenly she pounced on him, hooked her arms around his neck and jumped hard, hooked her legs around his waist, then opened her mouth and bit his cheek, angrily saying, "Qin Mo, you "insulted" me with money."

Qin Mo held her waist and pushed her against the wall. Without saying a word, he lowered his head and kissed her.

Wen Xia was caught off guard, she let out a soft "hmm" and hugged his neck even tighter.

After two or three minutes, Qin Mo finally let her go. He stared at her swollen lips with a hint of satisfaction in his eyes. "So, honey, you are not allowed to dance in front of all the boys in the school."

Wen Xia: “…”

Qin Mo held her for a while before putting her down and said softly, "Wife, let your husband choose the video with you."

Wen Xia: “…”

…

Liu Anan and Jiang Yan received the dance video sent by Wen Xia at 8:46.

Liu Anan: “…”

Jiang Yan: “…”

"Xia Xia, although I don't want to dance, I haven't fallen to the level of dancing like an old lady in the square."

Wen Xia glanced at Qin Mo who was watching closely beside her, and typed a sentence with a guilty conscience, "This is simpler. When the time comes, we can change some movements so that it won't look like square dance. The main thing is that the costumes for classical dance are too expensive to rent."

Liu Anan: "That's right."

Jiang Yan: "Then let's do this. I feel like we are not going to get 300 yuan."

Wen Xia put down her phone and looked at Qin Mo with a sad look, protesting softly, "Husband, there is no such thing as square dancing at a welcome party."

Qin Mo smiled dotingly, took out a candy from his pocket, peeled it and put it into her mouth, "My wife looks good in any dance she does."

Wen Xia is very suitable for this sentence, "My husband is sweet-mouthed."

…

Make up lessons on Sunday morning.

Qin Mo took Wen Xia's schoolbag and hung it on his shoulder. "I'm going to the county center to participate in a speech contest this afternoon. Would you like to come with me?"

Wen Xia thought about it. Jiang Yan said that she was going to date Zhou Qing in the afternoon, and Liu Anan was going to a painting training class, so they probably wouldn't go shopping together.

"good."

The two of them had a casual meal outside, then went back to Wenxia to put their things, and then went to Qin's house.

Qin Mo needed to dress formally for his speech, so he changed into a shirt and trousers. He naturally reached out to Wen Xia, "Wife, button it up."

Wen Xia had done this kind of thing many times, and she was very skilled in buttoning his sleeves and straightening his collar.

Suddenly a pair of big hands grasped her waist, and the next second there was a touch of warmth on her lips, but they soon left, "My wife is so nice."

Wen Xia smiled and joked, "My husband has provided the money."

The two of them stayed at home for more than ten minutes before going out and taking a taxi to the county center.

It only took more than ten minutes to arrive, and there was still half an hour until two o'clock.

Qin Mo saw Wen Xia rubbing her hands, so he reached out and took her hand and put it in his pocket, then went to buy a cup of hot milk to warm her hands.

The speech took place in a conference room that could accommodate more than a hundred people. There were about fifty or sixty students present, but none of the judges came.

The passage in the middle was very narrow. Qin Mo walked in front, but still held Wen Xia's hand.

The intimate behavior of the two attracted a lot of people to watch.

Zhao Zichuan saw Qin Mo and immediately waved his hand, "Qin Mo, here."

When they got closer, he saw Wen Xia, with only her eyes and nose showing behind Qin Mo. Even so, it could be seen that she was very beautiful.

Dog abuse! Is there any justice in the world? Bring your girlfriend to the speech contest.

Qin Mo asked Wen Xia to sit next to him, and he sat next to Zhao Zichuan, glancing at him warningly out of the corner of his eye.

The hall was air-conditioned and a bit stuffy.

Wen Xia put down her milk tea, took off her blue scarf, and reached out to tidy up her long hair.

The girl's black hair was very soft and fell on her shoulders. Her skin was very good with almost invisible pores. Her almond-shaped eyes were clean, pure, natural and innocent. In her student years, girls like this were the most attractive to boys.

Several boys in the front row turned their heads and looked at her several times. Wen Xia had seen them before. They were Qin Mo's classmates. She greeted them with a smile, "Hello."

The boys shouted excitedly, "Hello, cousin."

The Rocket Class sounds like a class for "nerds", but in fact they are not dull at all. At this age, they still like to play games, watch TV, and look at pretty girls.

One of the boys extended his hand to Wen Xia, "Cousin, my name is Pan Sen, you can just call me Brother Pan."

Qin Mo reached out and patted him, warning: "Put your claws back."

Pan Sen was not angry either. It was obvious that he had a good relationship with Qin Mo. He smiled and said, "Qin Mo, don't be stingy. Your cousin is our cousin."

But this isn't a cousin, it's Qin Mo's girlfriend! Zhao Zichuan added in his mind and kindly helped him, "Pan Sen, shut up, and recite your speech."

Taking into consideration the fact that Wen Xia was going to study on loan, Qin Mo decided it would be inappropriate to specify their relationship, otherwise they might not be in the same class.

For the sake of future happiness, he endured it for now, turned his head to look at Wen Xia, reached out to touch her head, and said, "Ignore them, drink your milk tea by yourself."

Wen Xia nodded.

"Cousin, you are so cute!" Pan Sen leaned on the seat and praised fearlessly.

Wen Xia: “…”

"Pantheon, if you say another word, I'll tell Lao Zhou that you climbed over the wall to play games last week." Qin Mo glanced at him.

Pansen: “…”

He turned around and sat down dejectedly.

At this time, a female voice sounded, "Is anyone here?"

The voice sounded familiar. Wen Xia turned her head and saw that the girl was wearing a white tweed skirt. The fur around her neck made her skin look very white, like a little white rabbit, very cute.

I couldn't remember where I had heard it before, so she said, "No one is here, please sit down."

Zhao Zichuan coughed unnaturally and said kindly, "Cousin, let me change seats with you."

Wen Xia looked at him seriously. She heard Qin Mo say that Zhao Zichuan had been in a relationship before he was with Liu Anan, but was dumped.

She took a sip of her milk tea and said, "I'll sit here. The view is good."

Zhao Zichuan looked at Qin Mo with an expression of trying his best and said, "Brother, I can only help you up to this point."

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I'm unemployed recently, and will update steadily.