Chapter 355 (1/2)

After Mu Qingxuan finished her work, she returned to the dance club a few days later and began to coach her members.

Looking at Mu Qingxuan, whom I haven't seen for a long time, the members greet him cordially. Gu Nuan, in particular, jumped on it directly.

”Why are you here now? People miss you so much. Qingxuan, come on, kiss one quickly. ” Gu Nuan holds Mu Qingxuan's neck in one hand and her hair in the other. She is very charming.

Mu Qingxuan coughed two times and touched Gu Nuan's forehead directly. She said curiously, ”ah, your child has no fever. How can you suddenly become a fool?”

People around covered their mouths and laughed.

Gu Nuan suddenly jumps down from Mu Qingxuan, and the Opera master goes up again, ”you heartless man, you still have the face to come back.”

Mu Qingxuan didn't care. She put her hands around her chest and raised her eyebrows slightly. ”The heartless man invited you to eat at noon. Will you go or not?”

”Go Gu Nuan's answer was very good. As soon as she came back, she offered to invite her to dinner. Well, she forgave her for a while.

Mu Qingxuan couldn't laugh or cry for a moment. Sure enough, he bought a meal.

As they walked into the dance club side by side, Mu Qingxuan asked, ”nothing has happened to the dance club recently, has anyone been lazy?”

Gu Nuan beamed, ”no, no, they're all very diligent. Some of them have made rapid progress, and they are also favored by other theater directors. Well, there's one more thing

”What's the matter?”

Gu Nuan said: ”it's the director of classical art from Paris who is coming. It seems that his name is Gao Erxiang. I don't know where I heard about our dance club. I'll come and have a look these days. Listen to his name, it's quite tall. ”

”Gao Erxiang...”

When Mu Qingxuan read the name, he suddenly remembered that he was a famous art director in the world. Vision has always been unique and fierce, this time if he can really come, it is also a good thing for Lingyue, ”if really can come, that's good.” Mu Qingxuan chuckles.

On the morning of the next day, Mu Qingxuan went out ahead of time. There were not many people on the bus. One second before the driver left, a male voice suddenly stopped the driver.

”Wait for me!”

That's not very authentic. It's like a mixture of foreign language and Chinese after living abroad for a long time.

The man is wearing a white cap, covering most of his flaxen hair, and a simple, low-key black sportswear. Even so, Mu Qingxuan can still see the flexibility of his body.

When he turned around, the man raised his head and showed his dark blue eyes under his hat, three points frivolous and seven points uninhibited.

Intuition tells Mu Qingxuan that this is not a simple person.

”Ah, Chinese drivers are still very human...” The man was warm and lively, and soon chatted on the bus, but he didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional. His eyes passed Mu Qingxuan every time.

Mu Qingxuan puts aside her face slightly and pretends to look at the scenery outside the window.

And when they get to the station, they get off at the same time.

There are few pedestrians on the road, but men's footsteps have been following behind them. Mu Qingxuan's heart bristles when he thinks of his constant eyes on the bus. Even the hands trembled gently.