You sell swords, I go crazy, join hands to rectify the entertainment industry

Hearing his tone, Jiang Qiyu realized that something was wrong.

He stuffed the contract in his hand back into his hand, leaving a sentence:

"I didn't say anything, you heard it wrong, the house seems to be on fire, I'll go back and see you tomorrow haha..."

After speaking, he turned around and ran into the elevator as fast as he could.

"..."

Looking at her back, which was faster than a mouse, Qi Yu was slightly lost in the contract in his hand.

After the figure completely disappeared from sight, he spoke slowly, with a sad tone:

"I still have something to say..."

But at this time, Zhao Jin got out of the car suddenly, and looked at Qi Yu with a serious expression while holding the mobile phone in the phone:

"Mr. Qi, there is something wrong with the overseas launch of the platform, and the person in charge over there would like to have a face-to-face meeting with you."

"..."

Hearing this, the man frowned slightly.

He took another deep look in the direction she left, and nodded to Zhong Zhao Jin with a serious expression after a while:

"Go to the airport."

At the same time, Jiang Qiyu, who rushed into the elevator as soon as her brain got hot, only remembered after her breathing gradually stabilized:

"Hiss... I haven't said anything yet."

Looking at the elevator door slowly opening in front of her, she frowned and took out her mobile phone, found the number and dialed it without thinking.

"—"

busy.

After hanging up the phone, she entered the password as quickly as possible and rushed into the house, opened the curtain of the balcony and looked down.

Because the floor was too high, from her angle, she could only see the taillights of the black Maybach flying away.

"..."

Pulling back the curtains, Jiang Qiyu subconsciously slumped her shoulders and muttered to herself, with a little dissatisfaction:

"What are you doing running so fast?"

Turning around, the body fell into the soft sofa.

After a long silence, she still felt that she should say something today.

So taking advantage of this moment of emotional excitement, I turned on my phone again and found my WeChat contact.

[The spear sticks shit and pokes whoever dies: Who are you calling? 】

(withdraw)

[The spear dipped in shit and poked someone to death: How did you walk so fast just now? 】

(withdraw)

【You're still happy——】

But who knows, before the words in the dialog box are finished typing, the screen is suddenly occupied by the caller ID.

【Antelope Prince】

Jiang Qiyu's typing fingers trembled and she almost hung up.

Fortunately, she responded quickly and picked it up anyway.

"Hey?"

"I was answering a call from work just now."

On the other side of the phone, the man's usual nice voice sounded, and the receiver was pressed against the side of his face, as if his unique clear breath was caressing his ears.

"..."

Seeing that she just gave a hello and didn't speak for a long time, Qi Yu slowed down his voice again and asked softly:

"what happened?"

Jiang Qiyu just felt that the phone was very strange today, it was getting hotter and hotter when it was attached to her ear, and it burned her auricle and half of her face in a short while.

"You wait first."

She stood up abruptly, took the phone a little farther away and turned on the loudspeaker.

He rushed to the refrigerator and stuffed the small cube that looked like a hot potato into it, and he took a bottle of cold water from it.

"Ton Ton Ton" drank a third of it before wiping the water-stained lips with the back of his hand.

Seriously, he said to the person who was waiting honestly on the receiver:

"Qi Yu."

"I'm here."

"Does what you said before count?"

When the man heard this, he paused for a moment, then as if he had thought of something, he tentatively opened his mouth:

"Talk? You said..."

Jiang Qiyu gritted her teeth, screwed on the bottle cap and stuffed the water back.

He grabbed the cell phone in the freezer of the refrigerator and canceled the loudspeaker, and put the cool cube on his ear again:

"The time limit for what you said yourself before was very long."

As she spoke, she narrowed her eyes slightly and said with a pun:

"Qi Yu, are you getting shorter now?"

"..."

Being choked so lightly, Qi Yue not only didn't get angry, but laughed softly.

Listening to the light laughter from the phone, Jiang Qiyu's fingertips tightened unconsciously as she pinched the phone.

Just when she was about to grit her teeth and curse out loud.

The man's voice suddenly cleared up a bit, with the dreamy tranquility and haze unique to Xia Ye, and came through the cold cell phone next to his ear:

"Jiang Qiyu."

"Ah."

She reluctantly agreed, and then heard his half-truth and half-fake sigh:

"Now it's my turn to kiss."

"???"

Before Jiang Qiyu could speak, Qi Yu's voice came again:

"I'm on my way to the airport for a week at most, waiting for my return."

"..."

"I'll tell you to your face, am I short—"

She didn't finish listening to the rest.

With a jerk, he immediately hung up the phone.

That night, she dreamed again.

This dream was not as clear as before, and she almost forgot it after waking up.

There is only one sentence in my head.

It was countless Qi Yue who said in her ear:

"When I come back, I will tell you in person whether I am short or not."

As for what is short and where is short.

She hadn't dreamed about it, and she didn't dare to think about it.

-

The next day, Jiang Qiyu, who was wearing a sad face, was dragged onto the plane by Yu Xiaoyu early in the morning.

The destination is city s.

The "You Can You Up" audition show that the company signed before, she still has the last episode left to record.

After a long time, tonight is the final.

But when she finished putting on her make-up and came to the tutor's seat directly opposite the stage.

Only then did I realize that there was an additional tutor seat at this time.

And on the extra seat in the middle, a familiar smiling face was shining towards her.

The delicate and handsome face, the trendy highlighted hair color, and the representative white canine teeth are shining brightly against the stage lights.

"Sister Qiyu, long time no see!"

"Fang Xubai?"

Jiang Qiyu raised her eyebrows in surprise.

After sitting on the instructor's seat beside him, he turned his head to meet Xu Bai's gaze above him, and said to him in a low voice:

"Didn't your group release a new album recently? Why are you free to be a mentor for talent shows?"

Fang Xubai winked at her excitedly, with a familiar tone:

"Okay, Sister Qiyu, you pay attention to me."

Jiang Qiyu slightly rolled her eyes while avoiding the camera:

"That group of yours is on the hot search eight times a day, and it's a ghost if you don't know it."

"hey-hey......"

He scratched his head in embarrassment, "My manager asked me to participate in a few more variety shows and write songs for the new album."

Jiang Qiyu thought about it too, nodded and said nothing, and turned her gaze away.

The final process started soon, and the contestants who made it to this point were all really capable, and had already accumulated a lot of fans because of the broadcast of the previous programs.

After one performance after another, the four commented and scored step by step.

Until a familiar figure of a teenager appeared on the stage, the fans who came here especially began to cheer continuously.

The contestant hadn't officially started the introduction when Jiang Qiyu heard Fang Xubai's deliberately lowered voice coming from beside him.

With seeming hostility:

"Hmph, looks like bean sprouts, and you still want to rely on unspoken rules?"