Mi Ruo calmed down and said to Li Yan, "Yan, you seemed to have said last time that the Warsaw Dance Academy has been acquired by Gubo, right? In other words, the entire Warsaw, including the Warsaw Dance Theater, also belongs to
Gubo’s?”
Li Yan seemed to have guessed what she wanted to say. With a smile on his lips, he asked, "Yes, what do you want to say?"
Mi Ruo shrugged and expressed his thoughts, "I don't know much about business, but for someone like Yang Moda, I don't quite understand how he got the position of the Warsaw Dance Theater."
Hearing this, Li Yan smiled slightly. She was indeed his wife. She even thought of this with him. He nodded slightly and said, "In fact, I also have my own ideas about this. This Yang Moda is the former of the dance academy.
The director promoted the person when he first established the troupe. However, Gu Bo and I both conducted investigations on him and found that this person is not suitable for this position. We are considering finding a suitable person to replace him. So I mentioned you originally, but
Now that you are pregnant with the baby, naturally you cannot take care of both, so you can only put it on hold for the time being."
After a slight pause, he asked again, "This position should be filled by a professional. Do you have a suitable candidate in mind that you can recommend?"
Mi Ruo quickly thought of a person's name, but she was worried that if she said it, Li Yan would have other ideas, so she hesitated.
Seeing her solemn expression, Li Yan squeezed her hand and encouraged, "It's okay, tell me, who did you think of?"
Mi Ruo pursed her lips and said, "It's... Luo Yuan."
Seeing the smile on Li Yan's lips gradually disappear, her heart started beating wildly. Oh no! As she expected, his expression changed as soon as he heard Luo Yuan's name.
However, a moment later, he saw the man's upper body bullying him.
His warm lips covered hers, and he kissed her passionately. He put one hand around her waist and moved very gently, as if taking care of her bulging belly, while the other hand supported her.
His neck allowed her to rest easily on his palm.
People were coming and going outside, but inside the car was charming and ambiguous. Although Mi Ruo couldn't figure out why he suddenly wanted to kiss her, she couldn't help but drowned in his kiss and responded softly.
After a long time, Li Yan still reluctantly rubbed her lips after being loved, and asked softly, "Are you worried that I will be angry, so you dare not mention Luo Yuan's name?"
"How can I..."
"You obviously have it."
Mi Ruo curled her lips and no longer denied it, "Okay, you saw it. Then tell me, do you agree with me?"
"If you simply think Luo Yuan is the best candidate, then I agree, but if you mix in other personal factors, I don't agree!"
Mi Ruo was stunned, then smiled after two seconds, "You said I was jealous, but I think you are the one."
As she said that, she took the initiative to meet his lips and gave him a silent affirmation. Li Yan's deep pupils narrowed slightly, her eyes flickered involuntarily, and then closed again...
In fact, Mi Ruo did have some selfish motives in recommending Luo Yuan, but she did so because she felt that Luo Yuan really agreed with this position. Although he was young, he had strong professional ability, and secondly, because someone asked her to persuade Luo Yuan to return to Nancheng.
.
Although Luo Yuan kept saying that it was his dream to teach in the countryside, she knew in her heart that his real dream was not there. Otherwise, he would not have continued to study for a master's degree. After all, it was not necessary to go to the countryside to teach in remote towns.
High academic qualifications.
And the person who found her was none other than Wen Mengmeng, the girl who had served as Luo Yuan's special guard.
Wen Mengmeng has always been quite prejudiced against her. She thinks that Mi Ruo hurt Luo Yuan, making him frustrated and sad, and finally chose to leave Nancheng... Her idea is not unfounded. After all, Mi Ruo is also a little bit conceited.
responsibility.
Wen Mengmeng was worried that Luo Yuan's body wouldn't be able to bear it. After all, the conditions in the countryside were not good. Even if Luo Yuan could endure the pain, his current body couldn't bear the cold. If it continued for a long time, his body would be broken down.
Mi Ruo also felt sorry for Luo Yuan and wanted to persuade Luo Yuan to come back, but she had no idea what kind of excuse she could use to persuade him. Today's incident made her think of a good excuse.
But, I don’t know if Luo Yuan is willing to...
Perhaps seeing her worry, Li Yan patted the back of her hand and comforted her softly, "Leave this matter to me. I will try my best to persuade him to come back."
————Raowu "Satan President Chasing His Fugitive Wife" ————
Low and dilapidated tile-roofed houses, narrow and dirty streets, and small vendors everywhere - this is Nanyuan Township, the most remote and poorest place from Nancheng City. Anyang Primary School is at the end of the Nanyuan Township market.
But today, an extremely luxurious motorcade came here. Villagers from all over the neighborhood were cracking melon seeds, holding their children, and standing on both sides of the road to watch the excitement.
"What car?" someone from the crowd of onlookers asked carelessly, "It's not a Mercedes or a BMW."
"What brand is it? There are so many of them. Is that dark car at the back here to kill people?"
"You know what the heck, that black one is a business car, and the one in the front is a supercar, one of them can carry ten Mercedes-Benzes!" A younger man said enviously, "Whose family is this?
Are you a relative? It’s a Bugatti Veyron and a nanny car!”
The street entrance was already narrow and the convoy could not drive in, so it had to stop fifty meters away from the school gate.
The first person to open the door was the black business car at the back. Seven or eight men in black got out of it, all holding large boxes in their hands, and walked towards the entrance of Anyang Primary School one after another.
The leading man in black walked towards the Bugatti Veyron and opened the car door respectfully.
Through the curling smoke, the villagers couldn't see clearly the true face of the man who came out of the car. They could only vaguely see that he was a young man with a slender figure. His black suit fit his body and outlined perfect lines. There was an indescribable feeling about him.
Nobility.
The young man stood beside the car and looked up at the dilapidated sign at the entrance of Anyang Primary School. His temperament seemed so out of place.
I saw him asking the respectful man next to him, "Are you sure, is this right here?"
"Yes, Mr. Li, according to the information we have in advance, Mr. Luo has classes this morning. We have already contacted the principal and said that we would come this morning to donate the books the children need."
"Very good, let's go."
His temperament was so out of tune with the surrounding scenery, but he didn't seem to care at all. After nodding slightly, he walked towards the gate of Anyang Primary School with a handsome figure.
In a classroom, Luo Yuan had just finished class and was about to pack up his teaching tools when he heard the second-grade class representative calling him from a distance, "Teacher Luo! Teacher Luo! The principal is asking you to go to the office!"