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.

was supposed to attend her class, was a massive playground. She decided to walk across the playground to avoid

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

her pocket, grabbed her ice cream and was about to run towards the classroom. However, on second thought, she was

again, and replied to Jared's WeChat message. "I'm on my way to the classroom. I'll be right

the "send"

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

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

surprise, not only was Carlos standing there, but all

class get switched to

good, huh?"

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

novel, a scoop of

response and wondered since when she had become so silly.

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

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

he looked like a natural. So

threw the cup into the trash bin when she heard Carlos calling her name.

Debbie's eyes and mouth were frozen wide open in an expression of

added, "If you disagree, you and all your classmates

uproar. It was a 400-meter track, and

I know you are good at long-distance running. You even won third prize in the half marathon. But we

do this

and buy us ice cream? You are from a

you? If you don't buy us ice cream, everyone

cream for her classmates, they would have to run eight kilometers. The last thing she wanted was

cream cost 40 dollars. Two scoops meant 80 dollars. There were about 100 students on the playground