Women dressed as men: My executive officer is so handsome

Wen Jing, who was sitting in the car, received a text message from Quan Chengan.

Quan Cheng'an: Wen Jing, I want to tell you about Yiming's basic situation. He joined the training last week. The instructor said that he has a strong learning ability and performed very well. He can now lead the dance.

Wen Jing reacted for a moment, then reached out to type.

Wen Jing: That shows he has good talent.

Quan Chengan replied to the text message immediately.

Quan Chengan: Yes, this guy is still okay, but...

Wen Jing: But?

Quan Chengan: But he sings badly...

Wen Jing's hand paused, and the boy's stunning and arrogant face suddenly appeared in his mind.

After hesitating for a moment, he continued to reply.

Wen Jing: How bad is it?

Quan Chengan: Have you ever played with Tom Cat? He is exactly the same as that one except that he makes a nicer sound.

Wen Jing: …

Thinking of the boy making the sound of Tom Cat with that kind of face, Wen Jing couldn't hold it in for a moment.

Wen Jing calmed down a little.

Wen Jing: It’s okay, I’ll help you take a look when the time comes.

Quan Chengan: Thank you, thank you for your help.

Wen Jing turned off his phone.

……

"Be good and don't cause trouble for others." Quan Cheng'an warned carefully, very worried.

"Be good?" Wang Zi shifted his gaze to him and raised his eyebrows.

Quan Chengan avoided his gaze and coughed softly, "Ahem, just be obedient..."

obedient?

Impossible. He will never be obedient in this life, nor in the next life, nor in the next next life, nor in the next next next life, nor in the next next next life...

"He is teaching you, so he is half your teacher. Just be nicer..."

Wang Zi didn't say anything, just looked at the other side and nodded slowly.

It's okay if you have a better attitude.

While they were talking, Quan Chengan's cell phone rang again.

He quickly picked up the phone, "...Wen Jing?"

"Oh, it's in the training room on the far left of the seventh floor."

"Well, wait for you."

After hanging up the phone, Quan Chengan smiled and said, "We'll be there in a few minutes."

Wang Zi was not in a hurry and opened his phone to check the messages.

Since I added Ruan Zhenzhen's contact information, although we don't contact each other very often, we still talk occasionally.

Most of the time, Ruan Zhenzhen would send him photos of her daily life and tell him which restaurant had good food and which store made good clothes.

Wang Zi would just perfunctorily reply with a "hmm" or "oh" every time. After all, she was the heroine, the target of the pursuit, so she had to be perfunctory.

This morning, Ruan Zhenzhen sent me another photo.

Ruan Zhenzhen: Yiming, look, the materials and workmanship of this custom suit shop are very good. Do you want me to make you a suit? You can wear it to the dinner party.

Wang Zi's fingertips slid.

Wang Zi: Thank you. No need. Lao An has arranged it for me.

Ruan Zhenzhen seemed to be staring at her phone and replied immediately.

Ruan Zhenzhen: Really? Don’t you want to? What a pity! I wanted to see you wearing the suit I made for you.

Wang Zi: No.

Ruan Zhen: Okay, okay~

Wang Zi tilted his head and exited the chat page.

After just a few minutes, footsteps were heard outside the door.

Wen Jing strode in alone and immediately met Wang Zi's eyes.

The boy was lazily sitting on the bench, slightly bent over, with his untrimmed bangs falling on his beautiful eyebrows.

He tilted his face slightly, with a faint emotion in his eyes.

"..." Thinking of Quan Chengan's words, Wen Jing felt that the young man in front of him became much more lively for some reason.

"Hey, here you come." Quan Cheng'an stepped forward.

"Brother Quan." He nodded as a greeting.

"Since we're here, I'll leave Yiming to you." Quan Cheng'an looked back at Wang Zi who was still sitting still, then approached Wen Jing and whispered, "Please forgive him for any offense he has done to you. After all, he's still an 18-year-old boy, full of youthful vigor..."

Just turned 18?

Wen Jing thought about it and nodded.

"Don't worry, leave it to me."

"Okay, I'll get busy then."

"Goodbye, Brother Quan."

"Goodbye."

"..."

Now, only Wang Zi and Wen Jing are left in the training room.

After a few seconds of silence, Wen Jing seemed to know that Wang Zi would not speak first, so he approached him and said softly, "Brother Quan told me about your situation before I came here. Are you not good at singing?"