The club is in a beautifully decorated small flower hall with a Western classical romantic style. The empty space in the middle is a small dance floor.
The milky-white exquisite European-style palace lanterns are hung on the dome. The slightly trembling tassels on the lamps, combined with the marble floors shining under the spotlights and the low-hanging velvet red curtains, give people a sense of being in a Western medieval scene.
Feel.
The dance music has changed from slow three to fast three. The surrounding family members stopped dancing and looked at Peng Yuanzheng and Hou Qingchen who were spinning rapidly on the small dance floor with envy or surprise.
They completely forgot about themselves and danced to the rhythm. Peng Yuanzheng hugged Hou Qingchen's slender waist tightly and turned her around; the dance steps became faster and faster, and her breathing became louder due to excessive physical exertion.
She was anxious and nervous, and her forehead was dripping with sweat, but she was still enjoying it and was intoxicated.
There were only rhythms and notes in their ears and eyes, and they ignored the existence of everyone. At this moment, Hou Qingchen had a wonderful illusion of dancing forever until the end of the world. She felt that this young man's arms were so gentle and gentle.
So powerful. And her graceful figure and entire soul were constantly spinning and flying in his arms.
Until the music suddenly stopped. Peng Yuanzheng smiled slightly and let go of Hou Qingchen's waist. Hou Qingchen just woke up from a dream, with a different kind of charm floating on her soft face. She chuckled and twisted in a mature way.
He held hands with Peng Yuanzheng and slowly walked out of the dance floor under the attention of everyone.
While walking, the corner of Hou Qingchen's beautiful eyes glanced at Peng Yuanzheng's resolute face, and something strange suddenly grew in her heart. Today's passionate dance squeezed a ray of sunshine into her gloomy heart, and her charming
The smile on his face became softer.
Hou Nianbo clapped his hands excitedly, and Feng Qianru did not expect that Peng Yuanzheng could dance so well in ballroom dancing. His dance steps were so light and agile that he should have reached a certain level.
This is the result of Peng Yuanzheng's long-term training as an office worker in his previous life. Ballroom dancing was very popular in Xin'an City party and government agencies, and agency dances were organized every now and then. The leader in charge was particularly fond of this dance, so in order to give the leaders
As a backup dancer, he deliberately went to learn the national standard. However, after his rebirth, he rarely danced. He only participated in one dance when he was in the Propaganda Department.
"Senior Peng, I didn't expect that not only are you good at Tai Chi, but you are also so good at dancing!" Hou Nianbo burst into laughter and rushed over, holding out his hand, "Here, let me sing a song too!"
Peng Yuanzheng hesitated slightly.
Hou Nianbo pouted and turned to look at Feng Qianru and said, "Qianru. It seems I need you to send a message for approval. Otherwise, people won't dare to dance for me!"
Feng Qianru laughed and scolded, "Damn girl, you're talking nonsense! Brother Yuanzheng, if you're not tired, just dance with Nianbo."
Peng Yuanzheng smiled, raised his hand, and said loudly, "When the music starts, let's play slow four!"
The melodious and slow slow four rhythms floated, while Peng Yuanzheng's dance steps were gentle and focused. However, Hou Nianbo's movements were too jerky and her body was slightly stiff, so it was very difficult for Peng Yuanzheng to hold her slender waist.
After finally dancing this song, there was a layer of fine beads of sweat on Peng Yuanzheng's forehead. He let go of Hou Nianbo's hand and saw another girl walking over with a smile. He quickly strode out of the dance floor and sat next to her.
The girl's face froze, and she walked back awkwardly, muttering something unknown.
Hou Nianbo was still unfinished. He hugged Feng Qianru and jumped off the court again, while Peng Yuanzheng sat there silently, with a gentle smile on his face, looking at the two women who were jerky in their movements. A plump pink wrist with a ruddy luster stretched out, Hou Qing
Chen held a handkerchief in his hand, handed it over and said with a smile, "Wipe your sweat, I see you are sweating all over."…
Peng Yuanzheng wanted to refuse, but when he saw the other party's attitude was so gentle and kind, he hesitated to take it, but after wiping off his sweat, he couldn't return it. When he was in a dilemma, he heard Hou Qingchen smile softly and say, "Send it to you.
Already."
"Thank you!" Peng Yuanzheng said in a low voice.
"Ha..." Hou Qingchen sat next to Peng Yuanzheng. A burst of fragrance passed into his nostrils, and he subconsciously held his breath. Because he has allergic rhinitis, he would sneeze when he smelled irritating smells.
.
Peng Yuanzheng reached out and pinched his nose to relieve the uncomfortable symptoms.
Hou Qingchen didn't notice his little movement, but leaned back on the chair and said with a smile, "Why don't you go talk to them?"
Hou Qingchen pointed at Zhuang Yan and several other members of the aristocratic family who were having an intimate conversation with glasses of red wine. A slight ripple appeared on her plump chest. She turned to look at Peng Yuanzheng, and the snow-white ravine under the sweetheart collar woolen sweater was vaguely visible.
Hou Qingchen thought to himself: If you want to integrate into this small circle, you must lower yourself and eliminate their rejection through your own efforts. Otherwise, even if you are from the Feng family, it will be difficult for you to be arrogant and arrogant.
Accepted by the young master.
"Haha, there's nothing to talk about." Peng Yuanzheng said casually.
Hou Qingchen smiled, "Brother Yuanzheng, you have to learn to get in touch with them, because we will all have to come and go often in the future... Don't you think so?"
"I will have very little time to stay in the capital in the future..." Peng Yuanzheng shook his head gently.
Hou Qingchen was startled and said in surprise, "Why, my brother Yuanzheng is not in the capital? Are you still down there?"
"I work as the secretary of the party committee in a township. This time I came to Beijing to accompany Qianru to celebrate the Spring Festival. Normally I don't come to the capital more than once a year."
Hou Qingchen was obviously surprised by Peng Yuanzheng's words. How could she not know the identity of the Feng family? Since the Feng family recognized Peng Yuanzheng as their grandson, how could they let Peng Yuanzheng continue to stay at the grassroots level? This...
Hou Qingchen's eyes moved and he asked tentatively, "Brother Yuanzheng turned out to be a leader, secretary of the township party committee, with great power? A lot of words."
"It's just a town. What power can the grassroots within the grassroots have? To say that there is power, it means the power to work as a firefighter and the power to do specific things for the people!" Peng Yuanzheng smiled softly, "At the department level in the capital.
There are cadres everywhere, so what does a small department-level cadre like me mean?"
"Oh." Hou Qingchen smiled, "It's hard down there? Why don't you come back to Beijing? Find a job in the national ministries and commissions, work at the county level or above, and then train for two years, it's no better than
You come down there quickly."
In Hou Qingchen's understanding, regardless of those who are in business or taking other paths, those who are in politics - almost all the people around her are this kind of successful template - at the county level or above, they are devolved to the post and are gold-plated, three or five.
After returning to Beijing after the New Year, his career skyrocketed.
In her opinion, it is too difficult and too slow for someone like Peng Yuanzheng to make a living in the officialdom below.
"I'm just a country bumpkin, and I can't get used to the life of a young man. Being pampered is a kind of torture for me." Peng Yuanzheng half-joked and shrugged.
Hou Qingchen's handsome Liu eyebrows raised slightly and he smiled again, "Does Grandpa Feng not agree with you returning to Beijing?".
"No, it's because I don't want to." Peng Yuanzheng replied flatly. Seeing Feng Qianru and Hou Nianbo finish dancing, he stood up with a smile and went to greet them, unwilling to continue talking to Hou Qingchen.
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After the dance and reception, there was a banquet in the evening. But Peng Yuanzheng felt a little tired. Seeing his tired face, Feng Qianru quietly followed Peng Yuanzheng to bid farewell to Hou Qingchen in advance.
Hou Qingchen sent the two people out of the club door, waved his hands, and watched the two people drive away, his eyes twinkling slightly...
Hou Nianbo smiled and suddenly showed his head from behind, "Sister, are you a little happier? This Peng Yuanzheng is quite good. Qianru has finally found her home this time."
"Yeah, this guy is nice, mature, steady, and thoughtful. He's not as impetuous as those boys." Hou Qingchen smiled, but suddenly felt a little sad again, "Come on, let's go back to entertain the guests!"
Hou Nianbo knew that she was reminded of his loss in love and sadness because of Feng Qianru's happy ending, so he did not dare to say anything and quietly accompanied Hou Qingchen back to the club.
Hou Qingchen's fiancé, Ji Feiyang, has been in love with her for several years. Ji Feiyang came from an ordinary cadre family, and the fact that the two came together shows how much emotion and effort Hou Qingchen put into them. But the relationship of several years is not worth it.
The temptation across the ocean.
Hou Qingchen knew very well that Ji Feiyang's study in the United States was just a pretense. What he really wanted was the American green card. She also knew that as long as he went abroad, it wouldn't take long before he would marry the daughter of a wealthy American businessman.
marry.
Therefore, his choice to go abroad was actually a declaration of separation for the two of them.
Hou Qingchen did not hold back. Although he was heartbroken and desperate, he still waved Ji Feiyang away. Although the Hou family was also a wealthy family in China, it was still nothing compared to the American life that Ji Feiyang imagined and expected.
Only then did Hou Qingchen realize that the true love he had always insisted on and believed in was actually nothing more than a deception and a lie.
This made Hou Qingchen almost collapse. Fortunately, she had a strong mind and wrapped up the softness deep in her heart. She did not seek death and survival like ordinary lovelorn girls.
On the car.
Feng Qianru smiled while driving, "Brother Yuanzheng, I didn't expect you to dance so well. Who did you learn it from?"
"Self-taught, hehe." Peng Yuanzheng chuckled.
Feng Qianru spat and said angrily, "You're bragging! Huh, seeing how skilled you are in dancing, is it because you go to the dance hall all day long when I'm not in Xin'an? I wonder how many women you have to hold your arms around to practice such skilled dance steps?"
"
Peng Yuanzheng burst into sweat and exclaimed, "Qianru, this is such an injustice to me. I basically don't go to places like that, except for social events!"
"Wrong, wrong, wrong, I should say: even if there are entertainment events, I basically don't dance!"
Feng Qianru giggled, her thoughts jumped very quickly, and then she said, "I see that Hou Qingchen was having a lively chat with you. What did she say to you?"