Brothers want to take me solo every day

Tong Jian sat directly between the two of them with the soup, and passed the spoon to Ji Ningzhi's mouth, "Open your mouth."

Ji Ningzhi subconsciously stretched his neck to take a sip of the soup in the spoon, and smacked his lips.

"How about it?"

"Hmm..." Ji Ningzhi blinked, "It seems a bit salty."

"Huh? Really?" Tong Jian took a taste of his spoon and frowned, "It seems that the kitchen utensils here are not easy to use, and the salt is a bit inaccurate."

"It's okay, it's okay," Ji Ningzhi quickly comforted, "You are already very good at cooking so many dishes."

Sun Li, who was eating hazelnuts, put down his chopsticks embarrassingly, and swallowed the meat in his mouth with difficulty, "The skill is really good."

"Senior praised it, as long as you like it," Tong Jian smiled politely.

Tong Jian actually admires him for being so free in front of the camera, but he thinks that people rely on the sense of variety shows for food, unlike them who have to pay attention to the image in front of the camera at all times, and can't eat and drink.

He silently glanced at Ji Ningzhi next to him who was concentrating on eating ribs, um... except for this little idiot.

Zhang Yu, who was interrupted again, really couldn't laugh, but she couldn't say anything in front of the camera, so she reluctantly put down her chopsticks and took a sip of the boiled water beside her to moisten her throat, her eyes kept on Ji Ningzhi.

After a dinner, it is the regular sharing time of "New Life".

Ji Ningzhi has a problem. He wants to sleep when he is full. He hugs his knees around the messy table and buries his chin in his knees. He wanted to listen to them, but he was so sleepy that he nodded. Like a chicken pecking at rice.

He cheered up, listened to Sun Li sharing today's harvest, and heard them learning how to make buns together, he turned his head and whispered to Tong Jian's side, put his chin on his shoulder and bit his ear, "Brother Tong, you can still make buns." Baozi? That's amazing."

"I learned it before," the hot air between exhalations hit his neck like a small fireball in the air-conditioned room, and it triggered a reaction like an electric shock. Tong Jian suppressed the numbness, saw him sleepy, and touched him. His forehead, "Are you sleepy?"

Ji Ningzhi cheered up, "I'm not sleepy!"

Just as soon as the words of being brave were finished, the small hard candy melted into a small soft candy. Seeing that no one noticed the two of them, Ji Ningzhi leaned on Tong Jian's shoulder and took a nap openly.

Tong Jian rubbed his head with a smile, "I know you have worked hard not to be sleepy."

The seniors and the field manager unconsciously lowered their volume when they saw that someone wanted to sleep, and even Sun Li, who was the most nervous, slowly closed his mouth.

In the end, it turned out that more than a dozen people in the audience watched Ji Ningzhi sleep silently.

Tong Jian felt that this was not good, but when he thought of Ji Ningzhi's hard work in the morning, he couldn't bear to wake him up. What he thought about was shaking him awake, but the movement of his hand was to gently hold the blanket handed over by the field manager. covered him.

The young boy buried half of his face in the blanket, only a clean forehead was exposed, his eyelashes curled down on the blanket, and his breathing gradually became even.

Tong Jian turned his attention to the oldest person here.

Li Yun was staring at the person curled up in his arms with a fatherly smile, noticed his gaze, and shook his head at him, "Let him sleep for a while."

……

The recording of "New Life" ended, and several artists with full schedules were eager to leave. When Zhang Yu took off her makeup and came out wearing a mask and hat, she still had to look elsewhere from time to time, as if she was looking for someone.

Her assistant stuffed her into the car like a firefight, and the agent called in and reprimanded her, "You didn't do anything out of the ordinary in the program group, did you?"

During this period of time, because of her personal life, Zhang Yu had a very unpleasant relationship with her manager, and her attitude towards him was also very cold, "No, what's wrong?"

The manager on the opposite side didn't catch his breath, "It's fine if there is no one, the people from Shengfang have contacted us."

Although they had a first- and second-tier posture, he knew in his heart what Zhang Yu was, his face was cold, and his heart was very empty. To be honest, he really didn't want to see Zhang Yu's pornographic news anymore.

The manager thought it was nothing, so he calmed down, "Have you broken up with that little Wang yet? The company's clarification announcement has been prepared, and I will let you know in advance."

Zhang Yu would definitely not be happy if he was arranged like this.

She looked at the man who was wearing a hat and a mask outside the nanny car and trotting out of the hotel with a cup of milk tea in his hand, her eyes lit up, her fingers with well-maintained dan-colored nails curled her hair, she nodded absent-mindedly and said, "OK ,I see."

After hanging up the phone, her gaze followed the boy into the car all the way, and then she slowly looked back.

Zhang Yu's assistant was also dumbfounded, "Sister Zhang, is that Sheng Fang's newcomer?"

Zhang Yu patted her on the head with a smile, "Let's go," anyway, there will be a chance to meet again in the future.

……

"You don't like to let you drink milk, but there is no drop left when you drink milk tea," Tong Jian sighed, holding his milk tea box, and threw it into the trash can without fail.

Song Minglang would definitely not allow them to touch this kind of thing, but the assistant who accompanied them was too weak in concentration. When Ji Ningzhi said she wanted to drink, she looked into his innocent eyes for a few seconds and she couldn't hold back. , obediently went to buy it.

Ji Ningzhi lay on the window and looked at the small blue room that was getting closer and closer. Hearing what he said, he whispered dissatisfied, "Tea is a healthy drink, and milk is also a healthy drink, so milk tea can be drunk."

"I hope you can say the same to Song Minglang."

Hearing this, Ji Ningzhi turned to look at him nervously, "Didn't Song Minglang go on a business trip? He's back?"

Tong Jian glanced down at his fingers tugging at his sleeve, and slowly shook his head, "No, I remembered wrongly."

"Thank you for your hard work, let's take a rest first, the recording of the group drama will start tomorrow," Zhang Yun waited for them in the small blue room.

After exhorting everyone, Zhang Yun pulled Ji Ningzhi by the sleeve, looked him up and down, and finally let out a sigh of relief, "Are you used to recording outside? No one bullied you, right?"

Tong Jian, who was thrown aside, shrugged, glanced at him and asked, "Where are the others?"

"Brother Yang is upstairs, and the others are not there," Zhang Yun said quickly, she raised her head and glanced at Tong Jian, feeling again that he is really tall, probably because the air he breathes is at a relatively high altitude, and his face is also cold. It's not easy to get along with.

Zhang Yun was a little at a loss, she didn't know much about this man, she only knew that he was Sheng Fang's well-known intern and dancer.

From the point of view of body, there is no lack of exercise. The close contact, the 1.9-meter-long hormone rushed to her face, which made her, an older single dog aunt in her twenties, blush.

My house is Brother Feng. As long as the house does not collapse, you must not climb the wall. You must be rational and rational.

Zhang Yun silently recited Shi Yifeng's name several times as a mantra for purifying the mind.

Ji Ningzhi yawned for a long time, rubbed his eyes, muttered, "I'm going to bed first," and went upstairs like a ghost.

After walking a few steps and tripping, Tong Jian hurriedly supported him, rubbed his hair, and said helplessly, "Can you be more sober."

There was an inaudible smile in his tone.

Zhang Yun;...Go to fucking reason! !She just likes handsome guys! !And why is this handsome guy so gentle to Zhizhi!She must have missed it just now!

Tong Jian's gaze followed his steps upstairs until the thin figure disappeared, and then he looked at the little assistant who was standing aside in a daze with a distorted expression, "...what's wrong with you?"

Zhang Yun swallowed hard, "It's okay, it's okay, Teacher Luo seems to be in a bad mood these days, I forgot to tell him."

Luo Huayang?

Tong Jian has heard a little about that person's reputation, and he has often heard his name in the company. He has always kept a respectful distance from such a person, and Tong Jian feels that he is not as simple as the surface.

Tong Jian was not at all interested in why he was in a bad mood, pursed his lips, closed his eyes and nodded, "I'm going to rest," so indifferently that he didn't have the slightest intention to explore.

Zhang Yun: ...Wait!Why are the same teammates with such a big difference in attitude!

Sure enough, in Vasli, any team friendship is her illusion!

……

There was no light in the room, the bed belonging to Luo Huayang was clean and tidy, the light-blocking curtains on the balcony were all drawn, and the temperature of the air conditioner in the room was turned down very low.

Ji Ningzhi blinked and called out, "Brother Yang?"

He only realized that there was someone sitting on the balcony when he heard a little movement.

Next to Luo Huayang was the remains of a broken mobile phone, and in front of him was a pot of prickly prickly pears.With his head down, he sat cross-legged on the floor of the balcony with his hands on his knees, wondering what he was thinking.

His hair was dyed black again. I don't know if it was a one-off this time. The originally rebellious temperament was less and more calm.

Hearing Ji Ningzhi's voice, he turned his head, his face was calm, "You're back?"

Ji Ningzhi nodded.When he got closer, he smelled a faint smell of tobacco on the balcony.

He rubbed his uncomfortable nose, looked at the prickly pear in silence, and said for a long time, "Brother, you pulled out my prickly pear into a machine gun."

A little bald.

Luo Huayang's eyes followed him dully to see the prickly pear, and he touched his forehead in embarrassment, "I will pay you back later."

He stood up, slowly picked up the SIM card in the torn mobile phone, and went back to the room to find a new mobile phone and plug it in.

Ji Ningzhi noticed several new mobile phones in the cabinet with sharp eyes, "Brother, your hobby is quite expensive."

Luo Huayang glanced down at the lit phone screen, stuffed it into his pocket expressionlessly, raised his eyes and pulled the corners of his mouth, forced a smile, "You rest, I'll go to the bathroom to rest."

Ji Ningzhi looked hesitant to speak, and when he saw the door slam shut, he silently closed his mouth.

He took off his coat and threw it aside. He lazily fell on the bed, arched his head into the soft pillow, and fell asleep with his head buried.

After an unknown amount of time, the door of the bathroom was opened, and Luo Huayang walked out from it. He took a shower, washed off the smell of cigarettes, and still had a damp towel around his neck.

With veiny hands, he picked up the cell phone that was always on, and after glancing at the message on it, he threw it away irritably.

Tsk, I'm so annoying.

After changing his clothes, a peaked cap suppressed his half-dry hair, and put the keys and mobile phone in his pockets. He glanced at the young man who seemed to be sleeping soundly, paused, and closed the door lightly.

Three seconds later, the desk lamp was turned on, and Ji Ningzhi stared at the alarm clock on the bedside table soberly.

The author has something to say: Ji Ningzhi: Let me be Kang Kang who said I am a little fool!

The heads of children who don't collect them will turn into machine guns! (kimbo)