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Bewedded, Not Beloved

Chapter: 94

Xi Qingchuan was still able to control himself. When I felt that he had kissed me so hard, his hands were about to get into my clothes, but he instantly got up from me and sat on the side of the bed.
I kindly reminded him: “Would you like to take a cold shower?”
“Why don’t you let me jump into the ocean, the water is even cooler.”
“If you are not afraid of drowning, I have no opinion.”
“Do you think it will be effective for men to cool down at this time?”
“Then what do you want?”
He hid his face in his palm, and when he raised his head, he was already calm.
“You seem to know how to dance,” he said.
“Well.”
“The waltz is good.”
“Well.”
“Does the bullfighting jump?”
“Well.”
“I have a partner who likes to dance bullfights, but anyone knows how to dance, can you dance with him?”
He asked me politely if it was okay, which seemed to be for me to choose.
His lips are still dyed with my lipstick, but my heart is cooling down inch by inch.
It turned out that he brought me up for the purpose of public relations. He knew that I could dance and please his partners, so he was so kind to me.
Hey, he is Xi Qingchuan, and of course he will use everything available around him, whether it is a person or what.
I smiled nonchalantly with him: “Yes.”
“He just loves to dance, and he is pretty good.” Xi Qingchuan added a bit superfluously.
I still laughed: “I don’t look for a husband, I don’t care what I am doing.”
He Xi Qingchuan is my husband, but he is not very good.
I followed Xi Qingchuan onto the deck. A dance was just finished, and the music at this time happened to be bullfighting.
My skirt is quite suitable for bullfighting, and it will be beautiful when it rotates.
Xi Qingchuan has been looking at me: “If you feel unwell, you can refuse.”
“When did you become so kind?” I smiled and looked at him: “What happened last night was that I was sorry for being photographed by a paparazzi, and now I will treat it as returning it to you.”
He walked forward, and I followed him to a man, and he introduced me: “Mr. Qin, this is my wife. She is also good at bullfighting. Why don’t you dance a song together?”
He actually introduced me to his wife, which surprised me.
The man is wearing a mask, but he should be older than us in terms of dressing, and his hair is slightly longer and curly, a bit like an artist.
He politely stretched out his hand: “Please.”
I put my hand in his palm and slid onto the dance floor.
His bullfighting jumps very well and his body is very light. I think there should be a less annoying face under the mask.
The moment I turned around, I saw Xi Qingchuan, who had been standing aside watching us.
What do I do? Am I not just a dancer now, dancing with his partner?
I turned more vigorously, and my head was dizzy.
I heard the other person saying to me: “Miss Xiao, I didn’t expect you to dance so well.”
I was stunned for a moment. Just now Xi Qingchuan didn’t seem to tell him my surname. How did he know my surname?
I looked at the eyes under the mask, and the more I looked, the more familiar it became.
His eyebrows curled up: “You can lift my mask, I can’t take it away.”
Lifting someone’s mask is a very impolite behavior, but my curiosity drove me to reach out and pinch the edge of his mask.
He nodded encouragingly, and I lifted his mask.
A familiar face appeared in front of me.
Sure enough, he is not very young anymore. He has a very confusing face. He is obviously not young, but he can’t see the true age.
However, he is still very good-looking, not inferior to the good-looking of Little Fresh Meat, especially his eyes, wise and far-reaching, even the fine lines on the corners of his eyes have a special taste.
I looked at him in a daze, but couldn’t remember who he was for a while.
He pursed his mouth and smiled: “My name is Qin Guan.”
Oh, oh.
My mind flashed like sparks and finally remembered who it was.
Qin Guan, Qiao Yi’s artist boyfriend who took me to his residence.
However, as far as I know, isn’t he an artist? Why is he a partner with Xi Qingchuan?
Maybe I looked rather dull, Qin watched me and smiled.
When he laughed, the ripples on the corners of his lips bloomed like flowers.
If Xi Qingchuan had reached his age, I wonder if it would be as charming as him.
“You don’t wear a mask, I recognized you all at once.”
“How will you be here?”
“I didn’t even think that Xi Qingchuan was your husband.”
“Aren’t you a painter?”
“Yeah, I’m also a businessman.” After one song, he bent over to me: “Your dance is great, I hope I will dance the next one.”
He is very humble and he can dance very well.
The next dance song is more brisk Cha Cha, my skirt is not suitable, so we went to the back of the cruise ship to chat.
I had a sense of intimacy with him, so I asked him straightforwardly: “Are you really Joe’s boyfriend?”
He was stunned for a moment, and then laughed. Just then, someone was setting off fireworks. The fireworks in the sky lined his smile, very psychedelic.
“What did Qiao Yi say?”
“She said yes, but all the unmarried people in the world are her boyfriends.”
Qin Guan smiled happier, the fireworks seemed to bloom in his eyes: “Is that right, then I’m very honored.”
“You don’t have a wife, don’t you?” He usually has a wife at his age. That silly girl from Qiao Ye seems to like him, and often talks about him with me.
“No.” He shook his head.
Then I was relieved, I was lying on the railing and looking at the distant sea view.
“You look soft and weak, and when you mention Qiao Yi, it’s like an old hen with its wings spread out and a chick.”
“Can’t it be something else, it must be an old hen, such as an eagle?”
He nodded: “Yes.”
We met and laughed. For some reason, Qin Guan gave me a kind of intimacy that no one else has. I know it has nothing to do with Qiao Yi.
“I heard Qiao Yi say that something bad happened that day.” Qin Guan observed my face.
“Hmm.” I nodded, “My father is dead.”
He stared at me: “I’m sorry.”
I shook my head, but I didn’t know what to say.
“Right. Qiao Yi knows your other identity? Merchant?”
“She didn’t say anything if she asked me.”
“Oh.”
“Let’s go over there and eat something.” He pointed to another boat, where everything he ate was on.
I followed him to eat, I suddenly remembered that I ate the wormwood cake he made that day.
I said, “The wormwood papa you made tastes exactly the same as my mother’s.”
“Really?” He put a piece of cake on my plate: “My first girlfriend taught me to make it.”

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