Brothers want to take me solo every day

Ji Ningzhi didn't sleep well all night, and the press conference was completed successfully, but several people were exhausted.

"it is finally over!"

At the end of the press conference, Jiang Menglin hadn't had time to take off his black suit. As soon as he entered the backstage lounge, he couldn't wait to unbutton the two buttons on his chest, and slumped on the sofa in a shapeless shape.

He tugged at the tie on his chest and complained, "Master, I haven't experienced this kind of hardship before. What's wrong with those reporters? They kept asking irrelevant questions at the new song launch conference. Didn't Shengfang give them money?" ?”

Ji Ningzhi was also exhausted. He kept smirking in front of the camera for several hours. He even envied Gao Yiang for being cold all the time. The reporters didn't dare to ask questions just because of his expression.

But it was also the first time he performed in front of so many people, luckily he didn't screw up.Until now his heart is still beating non-stop.

Jiang Menglin glanced at the dazed young man from the corner of his eye, and resisted the desire to tease him. He grabbed his tie and leaned on his shoulder, asking uncomfortably, "Are you excited?"

Ji Ningzhi came back to his senses, and nodded embarrassedly.

Jiang Menglin hooked the corners of his mouth, rubbed his hair, and the old god sighed on the ground, "You little boy, what will you do if you dance in front of tens of thousands of people in the future?"

Jiang Menglin originally wanted to frighten him, but after speaking, Ji Ningzhi's eyes became brighter, he stammered and asked, "Do I have such a chance?"

For Ji Ningzhi, every stage is a cherished opportunity, like a child who has been hungry for a long time and suddenly gets a handful of candy, not sure if it belongs to him, so he is cautious and eager.

The pen-hold shots of the press conference have been sent to everyone's mobile phones. Gao Yi'ang sat quietly watching the video. He snatched the shots from his own part on the stage. Although no one could see it, but as a Perfectionism, he is still a little hard to accept.

Song Minglang opened the door and saw five people lying down in different postures, and one person was missing. He sighed, and just wanted to emphasize the image management of idols, but remembered that he came here on business, so he turned to Ji Ning Zhi nodded, "Ji Ningzhi, come out for a while."

The people who were doing their own things all raised their heads to look at him at once, and Song Minglang was under a lot of pressure. He could only pretend that he couldn't see other people's reactions, and kept staring at Ji Ningzhi's movements.

Ji Ningzhi had already taken off the black suit outside his shirt, and his sleeves were rolled up, revealing a small piece of Bai Jie's arm. He heard Song Minglang calling himself at this time, he hurriedly straightened his cuffs, picked up the The coat beside him stood up.

Luo Huayang just couldn't get used to Ji Ningzhi and Jiang Menglin being close together. He heard Song Minglang calling him, but raised his eyebrows happily. He was lying on the swivel chair, and when Ji Ningzhi passed by him, Shi Shi suddenly grabbed his wrist, turned his head and asked Song Minglang half-jokingly, "Is there anything we can't listen to?"

"No," Song Minglang answered firmly with a cold face.

"Okay," Luo Huayang didn't mind, he shrugged his shoulders, let go of Ji Ningzhi's wrist, and blinked at Ji Ningzhi, "Come back soon."

Ji Ningzhi nodded and followed Song Minglang out.

Squinting to see people go out, Luo Huayang leaned on the swivel chair and turned around on the spot. With a kick, the chair slid to Jiang Menglin's side and gave him a mocking look.

Jiang Menglin still had the strength to tease people just now, but now he was too tired to pick an eyelid. He took a look at him, then looked away, and snorted coldly.

……

The staff came and went in the corridor outside the lounge. Song Minglang deliberately didn't want others to hear their conversation, so he searched for a long time before finding an empty toilet under maintenance.

Ji Ningzhi followed him step by step. He stared at Song Minglang's shoulders in a daze, because the excitement of the press conference gradually cooled down. Seeing Song Minglang leaning against the wall and looking at him with arms folded, he quickly asked, "Brother Song ,Are you looking for me?"

Song Minglang looked down at him, and spoke crisply, "Jiang Qun has been discharged from the hospital."

"So fast?" Ji Ningzhi raised his voice unconsciously and lost his composure, but he quickly regained his composure, biting his lower lip, "Brother Song, how do you know..."

Song Minglang raised his eyebrows, "He came to Shengfang and asked you by name. I said that you signed a contract with Shengfang, and you have to pay a huge amount of compensation for breaking the contract. Guess what he said?"

He deadpanned and repeated what the man had said that day, "He said, 'Paying twice is not a problem'."

"You have provoked a very troublesome person." Song Minglang rubbed his temples with a headache, "It's not a good deal for Chaoxing, but he insists on you," even if he hides you.

Ji Ningzhi bit his lower lip tightly, his dark red lips looked as if they were about to bleed, contrasting with his pale as paper, his eyes were not as bright as usual, but covered with a layer of haze, bewildered and unaware Overwhelmed.

He stammered and asked, "Then... what does the company say?"

Song Minglang looked at his face in a daze, and he comforted absently, "I reported your estimated value to the company, and the company has no plans to sell you to Chaoxing for the time being."

Only then did Ji Ningzhi heave a sigh of relief, but before he had time to be happy, he heard Song Minglang go on to say, "Jiang Qun is afraid to do anything for the time being due to his father's obstruction, but once he takes over Chaoxing himself, I'm afraid Sheng Fang can't protect you either."

Ji Ningzhi's eyes widened, his hands were slowly clenched, and he didn't feel his nails digging into his palms, "Then what should I do?"

Song Minglang breathed out, "Ji Ningzhi, you should ask yourself this question."

He put one hand on his shoulder and said meaningfully, "Shengfang gave you a good opportunity, and the company also has great expectations for was, you have to seize the opportunity, only when you are strong enough, you In order not to be manipulated by others.”

He watched Ji Ningzhi's eyelashes flutter a few times, like a weak flower swaying in the wind but unable to protect itself, it seems that dewdrops will roll down the petals in the next second.

He is too beautiful and too clean. He is a flower that people who have seen dirt and dirt most want to hold in the palm of their hand. He has a face of a singer and dancer, and he works hard, but he is not smooth enough. Sophisticated, maybe he wasn't suitable...

Song Minglang suddenly realized what he was thinking, and smiled self-deprecatingly. Since when did he become so soft-hearted and indecisive, he began to think about things in other people's shoes.

After a long time, Ji Ningzhi nodded his head slightly, he lowered his head, "I know, Brother Song."

"It's good that you know it yourself." Song Minglang really couldn't see the helpless and pitiful appearance of the child. He comforted him, "I will bear the pressure from the company. At present, the prospect of was is good. You just need to Just be yourself.”

Ji Ningzhi nodded absent-mindedly, not even noticing when Song Minglang left.

His back was slid down against the cold wall, and he hugged his knees tightly after squatting down. Although it was scorching hot summer, he was still covered in cold sweat. He stared blankly at the void, his heart like a mess .

The word Jiang Qun is like a nightmare, as long as he hears it, he can't help but tremble, and the three-year trainee life he spent in Chaoxing has become unbearable because of him.Originally, he thought that he would get rid of the shadow by leaving Chaoxing, but he didn't let him go.

Shi Yifeng hid in the toilet cubicle, and heard all the sounds from outside, neither high nor low, with his head down, fiddling with the chain hanging on the chest of the black suit with his fingers boredly.

He didn't want to care about other people's affairs, but it just happened to be such a coincidence. Hearing the young man's flustered voice, he imagined the expression he showed, and thought blankly, ah, that should be pretty.

It's better to wait until everyone has left before going out, then forget all their conversations, and pretend that you don't know about it.He originally thought so, and he did so.

But the moment he opened the door and saw the young man curled up in a ball, he suddenly felt in a terrible mood.Coincidence and accident, like a series of car accidents, caught him off guard, which was a devastating blow to planning.

Ji Ningzhi didn't expect that there were still people here. He widened his eyes and looked at Shi Yifeng helplessly. After a while, he yelled like a mosquito bite, "Captain..."

Listening to his crying, Shi Yifeng gave an embarrassed "um", "Are you... all right?"

He fumbled in his pocket for a long time but couldn't find a napkin, only to realize that he was wearing a stage costume now. Ji Ningzhi didn't notice his movements, so he buried his head in his knees and said in a muffled voice, "Captain, you go back first." Bar."

Shi Yifeng, "..."

Although he could choose to turn around and leave, no matter how he looked at it, he would feel that it was too inhuman for him to leave now.

Ji Ningzhi didn't hear the sound, and thought Shi Yifeng had already left, but his chin was carefully supported by a warm and dry hand.

Shi Yifeng knelt in front of him on one knee, he didn't care about the dust left on his black trousers, and carefully wiped the red corners of his eyes with his fingers.

He considered it for a while, and asked tentatively, "Who is Jiang Qun?"

Ji Ningzhi blinked, and the tears that were still in his eyes just now rolled down, Shi Yifeng sighed, "I won't ask, don't cry."

Ji Ningzhi touched his face blankly, only to realize that he was actually startled to cry by the word "Jiang Qun", "..."

Shi Yifeng also wears a pair of silver-rimmed glasses with a chain hanging on the bridge of his nose for performances. With his black suit, he looks like a handsome butler in the middle ages. Behind the glasses is a pair of fox eyes full of tenderness and concern.

Maybe it was because Shi Yifeng's aura was so reassuring, Ji Ningzhi looked at him blankly, and he reached out his hand and grabbed his sleeve by accident.

Shi Yifeng was taken aback for a moment, looking at his white knuckles clutching his sleeve, hesitating for a moment, holding his forehead with one hand, and pulling him into his arms.

The hand slid all the way down the back of his neck, and finally rested on his slightly trembling thin back with restraint, and patted it gently twice in comfort.

The author has something to say: Little Angel: Who is Jiang Qun?

Dog author (smoking): a hentai who wants to squeak unspoken rules

Little Angel: Understood, Jiang Qun, right? Call me!

Author of the dog (so frightened that he dropped the cigarette, and quickly hugged the thighs of the little angels): Wait!Keep the dog!

Tomorrow, I want to hit the list. Favorite baby, remember to collect it.

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