CEO's Forced Love

Ye Zhiqiu followed the cultural and entertainment committee member to the balcony of the dormitory hall, confused: "what's the matter?"

"I have something to discuss with you." the cultural and entertainment committee member changed her serious expression and asked her with a smile: "Ye Zhiqiu, are you dancing very well?"

Ye Zhiqiu's intuition is not a good thing. He belittles himself: "I'm just a dozen soy sauce. My actions are not standard and can't go on the table."

The cultural and entertainment committee members clapped their hands: "as long as they can jump, it's better than those who can't at all."

——Sure enough.

The cultural and entertainment committee member took out a piece of paper from his pocket: "this is the performance list of the literary and artistic show. You see, he Miaomiao was going to dance Swan Lake, but she accidentally sprained her foot when she came on the stage after military training in the afternoon. The doctor said it would be better for a while."

"Then find a replacement."

The cultural and entertainment committee member smiled pleasantly, "so I didn't come to you?"

“……”

Ye Zhiqiu was unwilling to dance and pretended to be stunned: "Oh, you want me to make suggestions, don't you? I think Zhang Qing, a dance major, is good."

"No matter how good it is, it's also other majors. Our majors can dance except he Miaomiao. It's you!" the cultural and entertainment committee member didn't beat around the bush with her again.

"Ha ha..." Ye Zhiqiu pretended to smile twice, handed back the program list to her and pushed it off: "in fact, I haven't practiced for many years. How high are the requirements for ballet dance skills? I'm going to go up. Isn't it just a class to teach axes? Won't people majoring in dance laugh at no one in our major at that time?"

"That's better than opening a sky window!"

The cultural and entertainment committee member tirelessly persuaded her: "besides, this dance is for the instructors. What do they know? As long as you are beautiful, even if you roll a few circles on the stage, there are people below to applaud you!"

“！！！”

Ye Zhiqiu was speechless. The cultural and entertainment committee member had stuffed the program list into her hand: "it's settled, ha. The report performance is on the 30th, so the art show is scheduled for the evening of the 28th. I have borrowed a dance room from the sports department, and you can practice every night."

After saying that, without giving Ye Zhiqiu the chance to refuse, the cultural and entertainment committee member ran away.

Wind like female paper.

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As soon as ye Zhiqiu entered the dormitory, others gathered around curiously: "tell us what good things you have to share."

"Who wants to be a white swan, come on, sign up by yourself!" after dragging the chair, ye Zhiqiu began to look for someone to dance instead of himself in the dormitory.

As a result, as soon as they heard the word "white swan", they immediately left in a scattered way and went to their mothers.

"You're all going to miss such a good opportunity to express yourself?" said Ye Zhiqiu. Looking at the duck, he began to induce her: "don't you always want to be the goddess of the courtyard? Now the opportunity is in front of you, waiting for you to make great plans!"

The duck waved her fleshy hand, a virtue of "making friends".

Wen Xiang mended his knife nearby: "it's not a white swan, it's a roast fat duck. Moreover, can that dance dress fit her huge body?"

"Then why don't you go?" Ye Zhiqiu looked at Wen Xiang eagerly.

Ma Ningning put a mask on his face and looked back from his place. He said to Xie Zhiqiu, "don't expect them to replace you. You want me to say that the most appropriate thing is you yourself. Any one of us goes up to lose your professional face."

Ye Zhiqiu glanced: "you are afraid of losing face. Am I not afraid?"

"So, it's still a week before the art show. You have to hurry up and practice. We'll support you on the day of the show."

After taking a bath, ye Zhiqiu climbed into bed early and lay thinking about the art show.

She began to learn ballet at the age of five, because Han Minjing said that girls should be rich from an early age. She hoped that her daughter would be an elegant, elegant, intelligent and independent girl. Because she was naturally active, Han Minjing chose the latter between piano and ballet.

In fact, ye Zhiqiu doesn't like ballet at all, even though she was praised by many dance teachers for her talent when she was young.

The original intention of studying ballet was just to make Han Minjing, who was already depressed at that time, happier.

But in the year when she was beaten by Han Minjing and sent to Vancouver by Ye zanwen, she threw away all her dance shoes and dance clothes.

Ye Zhiqiu turned over in bed. This time she would be nervous, not because she wanted to dance on the stage, but because Huo Zhongxiao was sitting under the stage.

I don't know if it's the sequelae of the last pole dance

Dig out the mobile phone from under the pillow, ye Zhiqiu unlocks it, opens the address book and turns to Huo Zhongxiao's name.

Just dialed the phone and hung up quickly. Hesitantly, he finally put away his mobile phone and didn't want to make himself a sticky brown sugar. Especially a man of his character, he shouldn't like girls very much. Send text messages and call him if he has nothing to do?

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