Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

The dance teacher walked up to Debbie elegantly with a friendly smile on her face and said, "Good morning. You must be Debbie."

Debbie smiled back and nodded. "Good morning."

They shook hands and made a good first impression on each other. The dance teacher introduced herself, "I'm Teresa Xu, and you may just call me Teresa. Although I have just graduated from university, I've been learning how to dance for almost twenty years and teaching others for almost four years now."

"Wow! Teresa! Your parents must be a fan of Teresa Teng, huh?" Debbie's curiosity was piqued.

A smile appeared on Teresa Xu's lips and she answered, "Yes, you're right. My mother is a Chinese teacher and my father is a professor of Chinese literature. They are both Teresa Teng's loyal fans." Apparently, she was very proud of her parents.

After making small talk, they began the class. Teresa Xu was indeed a soft girl, and even Debbie, who had always been a tomboy, became softer while she was with the dance teacher.

Since Debbie had been practicing martial arts for more than ten years, it wasn't long before she had mastered the basic skills of dancing.

The class lasted for almost an hour and a half, but Debbie was not tired at all.

When the class came to an end, Teresa Xu changed her clothes and walked towards the gates of the villa, followed by Debbie. "I had a great time, Teresa," said Debbie.

"I appreciate it. See you next time, Debbie." Teresa Xu waved her goodbye.

"Bye, Teresa."

After Teresa Xu left the villa, Debbie went back to the living room and threw herself on the couch. She needed to go to the university soon. There was no way she was going to risk missing Carlos' class in the afternoon. How she wished she could just play truant like she had done before! She was both physically and mentally exhausted because of him.

'I assumed time was money for the likes of Carlos. I've heard that he makes around hundreds of millions of dollars in just one minute. I wonder why he chose to waste time on our school. I really don't understand it, ' Debbie thought to herself.

In the afternoon, Debbie went to a Haagen-Dazs shop and bought two scoops of ice cream. With her books in one hand and the ice cream in the other, she made her way to the classroom. It was Carlos' class, and she didn't dare to cut it. Otherwise, the man would come up with a plethora of ways to punish her.

Lost in various fancies and conjectures, she walked slowly across the maple grove of the university, not realizing that the bell for her class had already rung.

building where she was supposed to attend her class, was a massive playground. She decided to walk

got hold of the ice cream cup with her mouth, and took out her phone to read the WeChat message sent by Jared. "Tomboy, where are you? You're already three minutes late for Carlos Huo's class!!!" The number of exclamation

for class. She put her phone back in her pocket, grabbed her ice cream and was about to run towards the classroom. However, on second thought, she was already late. Three minutes late

between her teeth again, and replied to Jared's WeChat message. "I'm

clicked the "send"

good?" The familiar voice was so cold that Debbie almost choked on

he was in the classroom. Why is he here? On the playground?' Debbie

her head. To her surprise, not only was Carlos standing there, but all her classmates were standing in perfect order in the middle of the

this class get

tastes good, huh?"

it tastes good. It cost me 80 dollars*!' she

a scoop of Haagen-Dazs ice cream costs

at Debbie's response and wondered since when she had become

a place under a big tree and said, "Go there

her ice cream in the shade. From a close distance, she observed

looked like a natural. So much that Debbie wondered whether

ice cream, Debby threw the cup into the trash bin when she heard Carlos calling her name. "Debbie Nian, since the ice cream tastes so good, why don't you buy everyone two scoops

frozen wide open in an expression of

disagree, you and all your classmates

only Debbie, but all of her classmates to break into wild uproar. It was a 400-meter track, and twenty laps meant that they needed to run eight

running. You even won

do this

us ice cream? You are

school every day, don't you? If you don't buy us

her classmates, they would have to run eight kilometers. The

40 dollars. Two scoops meant 80 dollars. There were about 100