After more than a dozen beautiful spins, Wang Siyu instinctively moved his palm away, stroked Ye Xiaolei's waist naturally, and pushed her to jump towards the center of the dance floor. He breathed a sigh of relief and secretly glad that his extraordinary actions just now did not arouse the alertness of the beauty. Her body was always relaxed without any tension or anxiety. However, there was a little trance on the beautiful oval face. Wang Siyu smiled slightly and whispered: "Auntie Xiaolei, what are you thinking?"

"What?" Ye Xiaolei's expression was obviously stagnant, and a hint of melancholy flashed in her eyes. After a while, she came to her senses, pursed her lips and said sadly: "Oh, nothing, I just remembered some things from a long time ago."

Wang Siyu captured the change in her expression, frowned slightly, gently rubbed her waist with his hands, put his lips to her ear, and whispered: "Auntie Xiaolei, don't think about those unhappy things."

Ye Xiaolei smiled, gently brushed her hair, shook her head and said, "No, it's a very pleasant thing. I haven't been to this dance hall for a long time. Back then, Xiantang and I liked it very much. I came here almost every weekend, and it left many wonderful memories here."

Wang Siyu nodded with a smile. Just as he was about to speak, the music stopped. He had to let go and sat down with everyone walking back to the sofa. The two chatted for a while. The music started again. Wang Siyu walked over again, stretched out his right hand very gentlemanly, held the little hand handed by Ye Xiaolei, walked down the dance floor, and turned around among the crowd, dancing gracefully.

After dancing a few songs, the two of them became more and more tacit in the joyful dance music, and their movements were as relaxed and comfortable as flowing water. This made Wang Siyu a little excited. Looking at the dazzling Ye Xiaolei, his heart beat faster and his body gradually changed slightly.

Ye Xiaolei also entered the state, her dance steps were light and elegant, her figure was graceful and dignified. Her pretty face was filled with a sweet smile, and her eyes were shining with bright colors. She had fine beads of sweat oozing from her small and elegant nose bridge. Her plump lips were gently closed, as if she was breathing slightly, and her cheeks were blushing, as if she was rubbing with rouge, making her look more charming and charming.

Before they knew it, both of them were immersed in this unspeakable pleasure. After a while, with a scream, the lights in the dance hall went out one after another, and the hall suddenly became pitch black. Amid the gentle and soothing music, pairs of swaying figures entangled together and slowly swayed in the dance floor.

The sound of a female singer was heard from the sound of a lonely voice: "The woman's flowers sway in the world, the woman's flowers sway gently in the wind, I just hope that a pair of gentle hands can comfort my inner loneliness. The woman's flowers sway in the world, the woman's flowers sway in the world, the woman's flowers sway in the world, the woman's flowers sway in the wind, if you have smelled the fragrance of flowers, don't ask me who the flowers are red for..."

In this ambiguous atmosphere, Wang Siyu could not resist the temptation in his heart and gradually hugged Ye Xiaolei tightened. Their cheeks were also pressed together very naturally. With the beautiful melody, they walked step by step. Their bodies were touching intentionally or unintentionally while they were suddenly separated and closed.

Wang Siyu's mood throbbed, and his right hand pressed against her soft waist, gently rubbed it, and his breathing became a little uneasy, and as if in a vague response, the little hand on his shoulder was also trembling slightly. At the intersection of the two bodies, it seemed like electricity was over, a numb and crisp feeling gradually spread.

In the darkness, Ye Xiaolei's eyes were like water, crystal clear and shining. After a while, she suddenly realized and stopped in shock. A hint of shame flashed across her face. She gently pushed Wang Siyu away, turned around and ran out of the dance hall, but she had not come back after a long time.

Wang Siyu was slightly stunned and stood in the middle of the dance floor in a daze. Until the lights light up again, the people who were still not satisfied sighed and walked over. He walked back with a wry smile, waved to Director Zhang, and whispered: "Old Zhang, you and County Mayor Rong take them back first. I drank a little too much today, so I will rest in Huanglong Town for one night."

Director Zhang's heart jumped again, with an ambiguous smile on his face, and he nodded quickly, "Okay, Secretary Wang, it happened to be called from home to urge him. Then I'll tell them that we'll leave early, don't delay your rest."

Wang Siyu smiled slightly, nodded, he took out a cigarette, lit it, took a few sips, stood up, slowly walked out of the dance hall, came to the window in the corridor, stopped, looked down, and saw a slim figure standing under a tree dozens of meters away, paced gently. Under the night, Ye Xiaolei's figure seemed particularly lonely and deserted, and there was an indescribable sense of desolation.

After everyone left, Wang Siyu slowly went downstairs, stood on the steps, took a few breaths of fresh air, and then walked towards the gate with a brisk step. After leaving the yard of Yagang, he quickly glanced at the red thousand-mile horse on the side of the road. Wang Siyu walked slowly and looked around for a few times. Seeing that no one was paying attention, he hurriedly opened the car door and sat on it.

Ye Xiaolei looked at him as usual, smiled faintly, and said apologetically: "Xiaoyu, I'm sorry, I felt a little stuffy just now, so I went out to get some breath."

Wang Siyu smiled and nodded, "Yes, I feel a little bored, I rested for a while and felt much better."

Ye Xiaolei smiled and started the car, and the car slowly drove forward.

Along the way, neither of them spoke. The car drove on the street for more than ten minutes and turned to a secluded community and stopped. Ye Xiaolei got out of the car, led him into the unit door, and followed the stairs to the third floor. She took out the key and opened the door, turned around and smiled, "Xiaoyu, this is the house that was sealed before. After I came over, I bought it back. Mei'er came back and stayed for two nights a while ago, and she cried."

Wang Siyu nodded with a smile, went into the house to change into slippers, walked through the entrance hall, and looked at the room with a smile. The room was very large, with four bedrooms and two living rooms, and the decoration was extremely warm, with a faint pink color. Some of them were calligraphy and paintings and photos hanging on the wall, some of which were artistic photos of Ye Xiaolei's Girls' Generation. Wang Siyu was immediately attracted by these beautiful photos and looked over one by one.

Ye Xiaolei smiled, went into the kitchen to wash his hands, took out the fruit plate, and greeted with a smile: "Come on, Xiaoyu, come here to eat some fruit."

Wang Siyu nodded, took off the suit, hung it on the hanger, rolled up his sleeves and sat on the sofa, peeled an orange and threw it into his mouth, and smiled and asked, "Auntie Xiaolei, I haven't seen you for a year, you are more beautiful than before."

Ye Xiaolei pursed her lips slightly, and sat lightly on the sofa opposite, saying with a smile: "You are so slick, and you haven't changed at all. I'm just an ordinary woman, how beautiful can I be?"

Wang Siyu smiled, his eyes fell from the beautiful oval face, and passed her towering breasts, her beautiful waist, and a pair of elegant pairs of elegant feet. He stared at the pink toenails, stared at them for a long time before he withdrew his gaze, lit a cigarette, frowned and took a sip, and said with a smile: "Auntie Xiaolei, what I told the truth is that a beautiful beauty like you is really a pity to be single. I was discussing with Meier the night before yesterday, so I just found a good family to marry you out."

Ye Xiaolei was slightly stunned. Looking at Wang Siyu's serious appearance, she couldn't help but giggle, and laughed so hard that her branches were trembling with charm. After a while, she twisted her body and said in a pretentious manner: "You two little guys, both big and small, are actually making such jokes with me, it's really unreasonable!"

Wang Siyu smiled and dusted the ashes and tentatively said softly: "Auntie Xiaolei, we are both serious. You are in a good situation now. You should consider your future life."

Ye Xiaolei frowned, sighed softly, and waved her hand and said, "Don't worry about it, I don't have that kind of mind at all."

Wang Siyu was secretly happy, but showed a hint of regret, and nodded, "Okay, then wait until the true emperor appears before talking."

Ye Xiaolei's pretty face turned slightly red, and she spat, saying angrily: "Stop talking about those crazy words, you are like a county party secretary outside, and you will be revealed when you get home, and even your elders dare to tease you."

Wang Siyu felt guilty, laughed dryly for a few times, frowned and took a sip of cigarette, threw the cigarette butt in the ashtray, and plucked up his courage and said, "Auntie Xiaolei, you are actually thinking in your heart. If it weren't for the rippling heart, how could you blush?"

Ye Xiaolei was a little panicked, but soon calmed down. She snorted, stretched out her slender jade fingers, and slapped Wang Siyu's forehead, and said shamelessly: "Xiaoyu, don't talk nonsense. If you dare to make such a joke, be careful, aunt is really angry."

Seeing that she was angry, she looked cute and silly, with a unique charm, Wang Siyu felt aroused in her heart, rubbed her forehead, and laughed angrily. After this teasing, the two of them diluted the embarrassment in the dance hall a little.

Ye Xiaolei got up and went to the study room, put a thick piece of material on the table, and said with a smile: "Xiaoyu, Auntie will take a shower first. These are the company's financial reports, you can take a look."

Wang Siyu waved his hand, pushed the material aside, and shook his head and said, "No need, Aunt Xiaolei, even you can't believe me, who else can I trust?"

Ye Xiaolei was very helpful when she heard this, but said, "Your mouth is like applying honey, and you will coax people."

Wang Siyu smiled and said softly: "This is the truth."

Ye Xiaolei smiled, got up and returned to the bedroom, took her nightgown, and walked into the bathroom gracefully. She closed the door casually, took off her clothes one by one, wrapped the dresses together, stuffed them into a white plastic bag, and threw them onto the washing machine. Then she let out a sigh of relief and shook her head with a wry smile.

She stood in front of the mirror naked, tied up her long hair, reached out to touch her white and tender face, turned her body, looked at the delicate and charming young woman in the mirror, relaxed her jade arms, raised her tall breasts, looked for a while, then laughed with shame and annoyance, "You are really sensitive..."

Sighing softly, a faint sad look floated across Ye Xiaolei's face. She reached out and twisted the knob, stood in the warm waterline, gently rubbed her delicate body, frowned slightly, but she didn't know what she was thinking.

Twenty minutes later, she closed the water valve, wiped her body clean, wrapped her wet hair with a pink towel, changed into a white nightgown, pushed open the door, and walked out lazily, but saw Wang Siyu sitting on the sofa, focusing on a thick photo album, then walked over swayingly, sitting next to him, and smiling, "Xiaoyu, it's just a photo of Mei'er when she was in elementary school. How about it, it's very cute, right?"

Wang Siyu turned his head and glanced at her delicate skin on her chest. He couldn't help feeling a little dizzy. He quickly moved his eyes away, leaned back, crossed his legs, pointed to the little girl sitting on the grass crying loudly, and said with a smile: "Auntie Xiaolei, this photo is the cutest, look how sad she is crying?"

Ye Xiaolei leaned over, looked at it, and giggled, and said softly: "Yes, that was when she was on an outing. She was so naughty. She ran around on the grass, but ended up tripping on the ground. No matter how she persuaded her, Meier refused to get up. She just sat on the ground and cried loudly. Xiantang seized the opportunity and took this photo."

Wang Siyu smiled slightly, moved the album to the front right, turned a page, pointed to one of the photos and said, "The scenery in this photo is so beautiful. Did you take it in our West China?"

Ye Xiaolei leaned forward, leaned over, looked at the beautiful mountains and waters in the photo, and pursed her lips: "This photo was taken at Luofu Reservoir. The scenery there is indeed beautiful. In fact, compared with Yinhu, I like it more. There are too many people going to Yinhu, so there is less a sense of tranquility."

Wang Siyu was perfunctory, but the corner of his eyes stared straight at the pair of plump and plump jade. Feng, with a smile on his face. After swallowing, he pointed casually with his fingers and said absent-mindedly: "Auntie Xiaolei, this picture is not bad, was it also taken at Luofu Reservoir?"

Ye Xiaolei glanced at it, raised her hand and hit the slap on her head, and said in a hilarious and silence: "Boy, what are you thinking about? Take a closer look at where this is?"

Wang Siyu was slightly stunned and stared at it quickly, but saw that Liu Xiantang was standing at the front door of Yagang in her arms. He quickly coughed a few times, concealed his embarrassment, and asked casually: "Auntie Xiaolei, how did you meet at the beginning?"

Ye Xiaolei sighed quietly, stretched out his hand, pulled the photo out of the album, looked at it intently for a while, a sad smile flashed across the corner of his lips, closed his eyes, and said slowly: "I was still young at that time, only sixteen years old. He was my father's eldest disciple. He often walked around the house. After a long time, he was attracted by his personality and gradually liked him. He was very domineering, and he liked to be stubborn. He liked to be a stubborn person. He could not even pull back the things he knew. At the beginning, he was just an fitter, so that he could climb to the top of the blast furnace and shouted loudly that he wanted to be the head of Yagang, and to make Yagang well so that all Yagang people could live a good life..."

Wang Siyu listened blankly, with a complicated look flashing on his face. He looked at Ye Xiaolei deeply. Seeing her crying look, it was particularly pitying. He couldn't help but pull her cold little hand, patted her gently, and whispered: "Auntie Xiaolei, it's getting late, go and rest quickly. It's all my fault, I'm making you sad."

Ye Xiaolei was silent for a long time, smiled sadly, and waved her hand and said, "It's nothing, it's all the past. I don't think about it anymore. Xiaoyu, you can rest in Meier's room tonight."

Wang Siyu nodded, watching her walk through the living room gracefully, walk into the bedroom, and close the door gently. He couldn't help but frown and sigh. He picked up the album on the coffee table, flipped through a few more pages, then slowly closed it, threw it aside, turned around and entered the bathroom, took off all his clothes, took a hot shower, and lay in the white porcelain bathtub. He recalled the scene in the dance hall, and couldn't help but sigh softly: "What a seductive woman's flower, it's a pity that I can only see, not touch."
Chapter completed!