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.

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

phone beeped in her pocket. She 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 marks indicated how

that she realized she was late for class. She put her phone back in her pocket, grabbed her ice cream and was about

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

the

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

was in the classroom. Why is he here? On the

head. To her surprise, not only was Carlos

class get switched to military

cream tastes good, huh?" Carlos repeated.

word. 'Of course it tastes good. It

novel, a scoop of Haagen-Dazs ice cream costs

response and wondered since when she had

to a place under a big tree and

Debbie walked towards the tree and began to enjoy her ice cream in the shade. From a close distance,

them the standard military posture. From where Debbie was standing, he looked like a natural. So much that Debbie wondered whether he had served in the

the 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

wide open in an expression of stunned surprise.

she could finish her sentence, Carlos added, "If you disagree, you and all your classmates will have to run twenty

to break into wild uproar. It was a 400-meter track, and twenty laps meant that

long-distance running. You even won

wouldn't do

us ice cream? You

to school every day, don't you? If you don't buy us ice cream, everyone will call you

she didn't buy the ice cream for her classmates, they would have to run eight kilometers. The last thing she wanted was to earn

the price of a scoop of ice cream cost 40 dollars. Two scoops meant 80 dollars. There