There is really no one who has the title of "father" in the world, Cen Bomei faintly felt a trace of sadness in her heart, but she was soon covered up by Cen Shaoya's unharmed excitement.

In the face of the strange life, Cen Bomei and Qi Yi's long-term reunion finally added a fresh breath to Cen Bomei's boring life.

This time, Cen Bomei didn't want to miss this person who worried him again.

Disturbed by Shi Yuanzhi's bad things, Cen Shaoya didn't bother to pay attention to Cen Bomei during this time, and small things such as going to school for evening self-study were just up to her to go back and forth by herself.

This is in line with the mind of Cen Bomei, who is pursuing freedom, and she still has very important things to achieve.

This night, Cen Bomei dressed up carefully, the school uniform was ironed as smooth as plaster, his hair was combed at the roots, and a small pearl and butterfly hairpin was pinned.

After two bites of dinner, Cen Bomei said that he wanted to go back to school with his schoolbag, but the taxi went down the hill and drove straight to the dance studio.

Cen Bomei hugged the schoolbag on her chest, feeling both excited and nervous.

Although the drive from home to the dance studio was only more than half an hour, she felt like a few more spring and autumn had passed.

Tonight is the performance night of Qi Yi and his little dance troupe, and the dance room is already full of girls who covet his "beauty".

If Cen Bomei hadn't had to go to school, he would have taken the best position early.

At this time, Cen Bomei jumped out of the taxi in a hurry, and as soon as she saw the scene in the dance room through the floor-to-ceiling glass window, she suddenly felt like a basin of cold water poured down her head.

In such a hot situation, her best viewing position is no show.

Cen Bomei sat down in the last corner of the place, listening to the sisters and sisters on both sides talking about Qi Yi in her heart, she felt quite uncomfortable, as if some personal belongings had been encroached upon by others.

Cen Bomei couldn't wait to draw a demon circle for Qi Yi with her eyes, so that those spider spirits, white bone spirits, and pipa spirits would be blocked out of the circle and retreat.

But the atmosphere of the scene does not allow Cen Bomei to make more senseless reverie. As soon as the music started, the atmosphere in the dance room was instantly ignited.

With the handsome dancing of Qi Yi and a group of good-looking online little brothers, the onlookers couldn't help but stand up, everyone was looking forward to it, and no one wanted to miss any of Qi Yi's moves.

Cen Bomei looked at Qi Yi standing in the center of the dance studio in a daze, he has lived abroad for more than a year, he is taller and thinner, and his skin is a little darker than before, but he is more and more mature and attractive to men.

In such a pile of good-looking boys, Qi Yi is still not inferior, and he can attract the attention of others at once.

Qi Yi cooperated with the swaying angle and inadvertently looked in the direction of the past, and the girls in that area screamed, Cen Bomei couldn't help but "hum" a few times, and sprayed a word of "hypocrisy" in her heart with disdain.

But Qi Yi looked in his direction, and Cen Bomei couldn't suppress his excitement, and the screams he made were particularly prominent in the area ensemble.

At the end of a song, the song will not disperse.

A group of girls swarmed up like a 100-meter sprint, blocking Qi Yi in the middle and surrounding it, and everyone rushed to hand water, tissues, towels and flowers, and did their best to please them.

The owner of the dance studio watched such a grand occasion from the sidelines, and couldn't help but secretly regret in his heart: why should tonight's performance be free to watch, and tickets should be sold!

Cen Bomei also held his schoolbag high and wanted to squeeze to Qi Yi's side, but the distance was too far and his strength was thin, and he couldn't succeed in trying to "reach the top" several times.

Cen Bomei couldn't help but turn on the motor in his little brain, and suddenly remembered that Qi Yi had disappeared after entering the dance room several times before, and there must be a back door where he could leave!

Cen Bomei was secretly proud of his cleverness and cuteness, and reluctantly glanced at Qi Yi, who was surrounded by him, and then ran out of the dance room quickly with a sharp gaze that shot at the bee butterfly beside him.

Cen Bomei ran around the row of shops, and finally went around to the back of the dance studio.

Behind the dance room is a dirty dark aisle, there is indeed a rather secret secret door, Cen Bomei squinted her eyes and made a smug exaggerated expression at the secret door, to see how Qi Yi escaped from her palm tonight!

Cen Bomei leaned against the wall next to the secret door and took out a letter in pink envelope from her school bag. In the letter, she hid in her room and spent a whole night writing down her feelings for Qi Yi over the years.

If she can put this mind on her studies, it is estimated that she will be the champion in liberal arts.

After waiting for a while, the secret door still didn't move, Cen Bomei stood up straight, clutching the envelope in his hand, could it be that Qi Yi had already left from the main entrance?

She thought it was wrong, and hurriedly went to the secret door to put her ear on the door to listen to the movement in the room. At this moment, the door squeaked open from the inside and hit Cen Bomei.

Cen Bomei let out an "oops", his body fell out, and the letter in his hand also fell from mid-air, and happened to fall into a small puddle on the ground.

Cen Bomei didn't care about the pain in her body, and hurriedly picked up the letter and held it up in front of her eyes.

So, in front of Qi Yi, who was dazed, a girl wearing a school uniform with a schoolbag on her back separated a wet paper-like substance between her and herself.

"You!"

Cen Bomei saw that the hard work of the night was really soaked in the soup, and just wanted to lose her temper with the initiator, as soon as she moved away the pink bomb of tenderness and "like water", she immediately stood in place like a fool in front of Qi Yi's blazing eyes.

"Are you alright? Are you ...... Why are you standing here?"

Under the flickering lights, Qi Yi finally recognized the person in front of him as his dancer Cen Bomei.

Seeing that the boy who had been waiting for a year and looking forward to it all night appeared in front of him so closely, Cen Bomei's original typed script in his stomach was now like a dead machine, and he couldn't extract it.

Qi Yi saw that Cen Bomei reacted strangely, thinking that he was angry with himself because he had just bumped into her, so he sincerely apologized, and then closed the secret door and walked to the side of the aisle.

Cen Bomei looked at his back as he was about to leave, a stream of heat rose from his heart to his eyes, and he shouted: "Qi Yi, I like you!"

Qi Yi was stunned for a moment, turned to look at the source of the sound, Cen Bomei had shaken off the wet burden, rushed forward, hugged his waist, and buried his head in his chest.

This time it was Qi Yi's turn to stand still, his waist was bound by Cen Bomei and he couldn't move, and his hands hung stiffly and awkwardly beside him.

Cen Bomei held Qi Yi's hand more and more hard, as if he would fly away again and not know where to go as soon as he let go.

"I've liked you for many years, even if you're gone, I've always missed you and waited for you, I don't want to lose you anymore!

When Cen Bomei talked about emotion, the bitterness buried in his heart over the years was fermented into bubbles and flooded into his heart, and then he was knocked down by the heart hammer that kept beating.

After a long time, Qi Yi, who didn't say a word, grabbed Cen Bomei's shoulders and pushed her away slightly.

Unable to feel Qi Yi's body temperature, Cen Bomei turned to flicker her eyes with affection, and her eyes kept sticking to Qi Yi's face.

Qi Yi's clothes were wet with Cen Bomei's tears, sticky and uncomfortable, just like his mood at the moment.

"You're wrong, I'm ...... It's a great honor, it's just that everything was so sudden, I never thought about it, or ......"

Qi Yi, a person who is usually clean and neat, is now spitting and spitting, as if he has done something unseemly.

"Or what?"

After listening to the first half of the sentence, Cen Bomei's heart was already half cold, and she suddenly had an "or", and she felt a burst of hope in her heart.

"It's getting late, or you go home first, get some rest, tomorrow is a new day. ”

Cen Bomei's eyes were first surprised for a moment, and then quickly eroded by gloom. What is he talking about? Just two sentences to send her?

"Qi Yi, it's not easy for me to say such things as a girl, I didn't have the courage to say it to you in person, so I wrote it down, who ......knows?"

Cen Bomei looked back at the lump lying on the ground helplessly, causing Qi Yi to look around as well.

Cen Bomei turned his head and stared at Qi Yi's eyes firmly again.

"You can dislike me now, but you have to give me a chance so that I can—make you fall in love with me!"

On the road of domineering, Cen Bomei is also quite the true biography of his cousin Cen Bowen.