Surprised Wife With Twins

"Actually, I've never skated before, but I'm interested in it," Ivan looked the dancing figures on the ice with passion in his eyes, "It's so good to be so young."

Jennifer was worried about him," But it will hurt if you fall over yourself." “You mean I'm too old to skate?" Ivan stroked her head affectionately. Jennifer shook her head with a faint smile on face.

“Let's put on the ice skates," Ivan said instantly, “Trust me. We can do this.”

It had been years since Jennifer skated last time.

The disco ball, whose light was a little dim though, projected dots of light on the ice who were dancing together with the couples on the ice. The background music, sometimes even deafening, belonged to the memory of the last generation and it didn't matter whether it was melodious or not.

Finally, she also put on the ice skates and told Ivan, “I was a good skater when I was young. I can teach you how to skate. Just wait a second!"

Her man didn't say anything but took her hand smiling and stood onto the ice.

His move was quite stable and powerful. He was so skilled on the ice! “Liar!” Jennifer was surprised a bit by how skillful he was on the ice. “No, I didn't lie to you," Ivan looked back at her, “It was indeed my first time. But I've learned how to skate by watching how they moved around.”

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noticed that the president of the Marsh Group was dancing on the ice with his wife in a small

arm tightly

immersed themselves into the

oldest one on the ice. But he didn't look old anyway. He was so

for about two hours and Ivan was happy that Jennifer would like this sport. He

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was just about to begin, "I hope they will get married

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Ivan led her to a small tavern, the decoration of which showed great ancient

little river beyond the window. Compared with the ice skate, the little river looked tranquil and lovely. "I think you may have a try to be the vice president of my company,” Ivan suggested again, “It's better to be busy than