my husband is a prince

Chapter 45
As soon as Yang Xiaole thought of it, she immediately sent a text message to Mei Xiaoting, and soon, she received a reply from the other party.

"OK. Let's go shopping together at the old place at seven o'clock tonight, and talk while we go."

So, she laughed out loud, which annoyed everyone who was studying, and everyone's complaining eyes were warning Yang Xiaole.

Realizing this, she quickly lowered her head.

Blushing like a monkey's ass.

Xie Tingting quickly pushed her,
"Miss, please concentrate, OK."

"Yeah. Got it..."

When she thought of eating with Xiaoting from East Street to West Street, chatting and joking together again, she couldn't even mention how happy she was.

Maybe it's because we haven't seen each other for a long time.

In the afternoon, Yang Xiaole came to the dance team to rehearse as scheduled.

"One, two, three, da four.. Turn... OK... Do it again... One, two, three, da four..." An Ran kept shouting the beat. "Okay, not bad, Xiao Le, turn around and run forward, okay... do it again..."

Yang Xiaole's soft figure and coherent movements made Zhu Yingtai even better than Zhu Yingtai.

Many suitors of Yang Xiaole gathered outside the finance department, and everyone was watching the rehearsal of their goddess.And Lin Haoyu sat in the classroom by the window, looking around, he had a panoramic view of everything on the stage.

He used to leave after class, but he didn't today.There is always a concern in my heart, especially what happened last night.

Now he suddenly wanted to see Yang Xiaole, so he sat in his seat and watched Yang Xiaole rehearse.

Seeing the graceful movements of the person below, the persistence of dancing over and over again, he was a little moved.Maybe, Xiao Le really went there because he liked it, but. . . . . .

At this time, the envious voices of the boys came from outside the window.

"If I can also dance with Yang Xiaoyue, I would die willingly."

"By the way, I don't know if Wang Baijun handed that letter to her."

"What letter?"

"No..." Hehe. .A boy smiled awkwardly.

Another ghost saw through his psychology without even thinking about it.

"Oh...a love letter, right...a love letter to Yang Xiaole."

The boy nodded shyly.

"Hahaha... boy, the movement is really fast. Admire...admiration..."

. . . . . .

Lin Haoyu in the classroom felt more and more upset the more he listened, he never looked at them directly, a bunch of rotten wood can't be carved, and he didn't bother to pay attention to them.So, got up and went home.

Out of sight is pure.

(End of this chapter)