Brothers want to take me solo every day

Song Minglang didn't expect them to meet so soon, his complexion was a little pale, and he forced the corners of his mouth to curl up, "Yes, it's an honor to see you again, Mr. Jiang."

Jiang Qun smiled noncommittally, turned his head, and beckoned to Ji Ningzhi, "Come here."

Seeing that Ji Ningzhi didn't respond, the person in charge of Shengfang pushed him, "I'm calling you, hurry up."

I looked up and down the young man who hadn't seen him for nearly a year, and found that he hadn't changed much. When the man walked slowly to his side, he casually made a gesture with his hand, "It seems that he has grown taller."

Ji Ningzhi pursed his lips tightly, lowered his eyes and didn't even look at him, he was as stiff as a doll that could be manipulated at will.

Jiang Qun took his hand as if no one was around, and kissed his fingertips through the thick mask. Ji Ningzhi trembled and wanted to withdraw his hand, but failed several times.

Song Minglang watched coldly for a while, and suddenly said, "Mr. Jiang, it's not appropriate for you to treat my artist like this? He is still a public figure after all."

The person in charge of Shengfang wished he could shrink himself into a ball and disappear into the air. Ever since Song Minglang spoke, the originally hot atmosphere had completely dropped to freezing point.

"In protecting him, I will be more careful than Mr. Song," Jiang Qun said coldly, making it impossible to guess whether he was angry or not.

He stood up, straightened his shirt cuffs briefly, and said to everyone here, "I'm bothering everyone today, and I can ask my assistant for reimbursement for all expenses at the scene, so I'll go first."

He is really a very arrogant person. He said polite words, but he didn't pay attention to anyone. He came today only for his own purpose, and he left without hesitation after achieving his purpose.

Ji Ningzhi was very reluctant, he looked at Song Minglang helplessly, hoping he could say something.

Song Minglang's eyes stayed on Jiang Qun's wrist holding Ji Ningzhi for a moment, and asked coldly, "Mr. Jiang, what do you mean?"

"Borrow your artist and use it. I will send him back tomorrow."

Jiang Qun's hand was tightly gripped, like a pair of iron clamps that he couldn't break free from. Ji Ningzhi's slender wrist was tightly gripped by him, and he couldn't break free at all, "I...I still have an announcement."

Seeing that the man was about to leave, Song Minglang held him back, and when his cold eyes swept over him, he said calmly, "Mr. Jiang, you heard me, he doesn't want to."

Jiang Qun was silent for a while, and said slowly, "Mr. Song, I heard that you have worked in Shengfang for eight years and are in the midst of rising career, but you have been suffering from no promotion. I think maybe I can help you ?”

"..."

Song Minglang stared at him steadily for a few seconds, as if he wanted to see the real appearance of this man, he thought to himself that this man was really ruthless, although he was young, he was thoughtful and could read people's hearts.

He is well aware of Song Minglang's weakness, so he is confident.

After a while, Song Minglang slowly let go of his hand, curled his hanging fingers tightly, lowered his eyes, not looking at Ji Ningzhi's shocked expression, "I hope you will do what you say."

"Of course, honesty is my principle," Jiang Qun nodded slightly, leading Ji Ningzhi past the silent people.

Song Minglang watched Jiang Qun take Ji Ningzhi away, his expression was so bad that even the person in charge of Shengfang didn't dare to provoke him for a while.

After a while, the man put his arms around his shoulders and persuaded, "Okay, okay, isn't this kind of thing very common in the industry? Climbing Mr. Jiang is not a bad thing for your artists."

Although Jiang Qun had indeed put Song Minglang's face in front of everyone just now, what the man said did make sense.

The manager will not take care of the personal affairs of the artist. It is the artist's own business whether he is willing to accept the unspoken rules or not. Generally, the manager will not be free enough to take care of these.

That's why he felt that Song Minglang's reaction was a bit strange.

He pulled him to the wine table, poured him a glass of wine, and introduced him as if nothing happened just now, "This is our company's manager Song. Everyone should know him, so I won't introduce any more."

Many sensible people came over to toast immediately, and there were also some other Shengfang artists present, knowing that this manager was powerful, but his temper was [-] times better than that Mr. Jiang, so they posted it immediately.

Song Minglang picked up the wine glass absently and touched it with someone. As soon as the cold liquid touched his lips, he suddenly woke up and put the glass down with a bang.

Before the person in charge of Sheng Fang could react, he had already stood up and picked up his coat. It was the first time that this courteous, long-sleeved and good at dancing manager ignored these people's sophistication and left without saying hello.

His footsteps were in a hurry, and he had already left before the person in charge could call to stop him, which made him even more embarrassed, and for the first time in half a day, he couldn't speak.

What are these things!He cursed secretly in his heart.

After a while, everyone at the wine table changed the topic and chatted about other things, but no one knew what they were thinking.

Things were going too fast, Ji Ningzhi hadn't reacted yet, he stumbled behind Jiang Qun, his dull brain was still thinking about the meaning of what Jiang Qun said to Song Minglang just now.

When he came to his senses, he was already sitting in Jiang Qun's car in a daze.

The car was not in a hurry to start. The assistant in the co-pilot wearing a black suit lowered the fender, and the back became a private space for two people. Ji Ningzhi secretly turned the doorknob and found that the door was also locked. up.

He watched in horror as Jiang Qun pulled down his mask, revealing that beautiful and feminine face, and then expressionlessly... knelt down on one knee at Ji Ningzhi's feet.

Hearing the crisp sound of his knee touching the ground, he knew it must be very painful. Ji Ningzhi gritted his teeth. He silently shrank into the corner and frowned, "You...don't do this."

Obviously, he has already seen the operation of a man.

If others saw this scene, they would be stunned. No one would have thought that the arrogant man would make such a gesture. He knelt devoutly at Ji Ningzhi's feet, his brows and eyes melted like glaciers, and he became much gentler.

He sighed and frowned, "I miss you very much, Zhizhi."

Ji Ningzhi tried his best to prevent him from approaching him, and kicked him in a hurry.

Jiang Qun pinched his ankle and pressed hard on his leg.

He watched the man's neck gradually dyed a strange red, and knew that he was allergic again, so he said incoherently, "You, you, you, put on the mask first and talk."

Jiang Qun didn't care about his unbearably itchy neck, he touched it for a while in the back seat.After a while, he took out something and stuffed it in Ji Ningzhi's hand.

Ji Ningzhi almost cried when he found out that it was a black pointer, and he threw it out with a shake of his hand.The initiative was clearly in his hands, but he was made pitiful like the one who was abused.

Jiang Qun patiently picked up the things, opened Ji Ningzhi's fingers bit by bit, stuffed the whip into his hand, and then squeezed his hand tightly.

Ji Ningzhi struggled desperately to throw away the things, but the whip accidentally slapped Jiang Qun's face, leaving a light red mark on his face.

"I'm sorry," Ji Ningzhi panicked all of a sudden, he apologized subconsciously, but he quickly realized why he was apologizing, and he had a sad face.

"No need to apologize, I'm very happy," Jiang Qun looked at him seriously, his Adam's apple rolled twice, and he still couldn't help asking, "Can you hit me again?"

Ji Ningzhi, "..."

Jiang Qun has this habit, but Ji Ningzhi doesn't have this hobby of basing his happiness on other people's pain.

A trace of disappointment flashed across Jiang Qun's face, but he quickly recovered his emotions. Since Ji Ningzhi was unwilling, he no longer insisted. After putting away the pointer, he carefully described Ji Ning Branch face.

After a while, he asked slowly, "I haven't seen you for so long, have you eaten obediently?"

Ji Ningzhi, "..."

He didn't know why Brother He and Jiang Qun both liked to urge him to eat so much. He hesitated between talking to him calmly and ignoring him firmly, and still whispered, "Yes."

Forget it, it's better not to make this psychopath angry, he is not cowardly.

There was a little more smile in Jiang Qun's eyes. He looked at Ji Ningzhi's frowned brows and asked suddenly, "You know what? I made a bet with He Zhiyan, who will see you first .”

He paused for a moment, with a slightly worried expression on his face, "Although he is one step ahead, he can't get away for the time being, but I can come to see you at any time, so I should be counted as the winner."

Ji Ningzhi, "You...you get up first and then talk to me."

Jiang Qun stood up without changing his expression. His calf, which had been numb after kneeling for too long, felt weak, but he seemed to be used to it.

Ji Ningzhi sighed, and the word "sorrow" was written all over his body, even in his hair.

He looked at him listlessly, "Jiang Qun, just let me go back..."

Jiang Qun looked at him silently, and after a while the corners of his mouth curled up, "If you beg me a few more words, maybe I will agree."

Ji Ningzhi, "..."

No matter how good Ji Ningzhi's character is, he couldn't help but want to curse, but the psychological shadow left over for a long time made him dare not be too presumptuous, so he could only give him a weak look, "You must be sick!"

As soon as he said the words, Ji Ningzhi regretted it.

To Jiang Qun, this was not considered scolding at him at all, because this man was already sick, and he was seriously ill. There were various kinds of illnesses.

Sure enough, Jiang Qun looked calm and didn't respond to this sentence at all.

Their car had been parked in the garage and did not leave. Jiang Qun's car window was suddenly knocked twice from the outside.

The windows are made of a special material, so people standing outside can't see clearly what's going on in the car, but people sitting in the car can clearly see people outside.

Jiang Qun looked at Song Minglang who was standing outside the car, a slight surprise flashed in his eyes.

After straightening his tie, the window of the car was lowered, and he turned into that high-ranking man looking like a dog again, and asked coldly, "Manager Song, is there anything else?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Jiang," Song Minglang nodded slightly, "I'm here to bring my artist home."

Song Minglang and him looked at each other for a few seconds, the invisible confrontation in the air was only in this short moment, he turned his eyes away, and stretched out his hand to Ji Ningzhi who was sitting next to him, "Follow me."

Before Jiang Qun could react, Ji Ningzhi ran out of the car while the car was locked.

He hid behind Song Minglang, clutching the corner of Song Minglang's clothes nervously, he knew that the mood of the man in the car must be extremely bad at this moment.

Sure enough, Jiang Qun's face turned cold, "Mr. Song, I thought you were a good judge of the situation. It seems that I was wrong."

"You can't be too confident, you don't know me well enough," Song Minglang said coldly, turned around and put his arms around Ji Ningzhi's shoulders, and said in a low voice, "Let's go."

Jiang Qun narrowed his eyes and watched the two leave, probably because Song Minglang's choice really surprised him, so he didn't stop them anymore.

After getting into Song Minglang's car, this time he didn't sit in the co-pilot, but sat next to Ji Ningzhi.

"I'm sorry," Ji Ningzhi heard him say.

The 30-year-old man has a calm and reassuring power. When he apologizes, people don't want to criticize him. He is sorry for the hesitation before.

Ji Ningzhi was actually a little happy, he looked at Song Minglang happily.

He remembered the first time he met Song Minglang, when he first came to Shengfang, no one took him, and he had no friends, so he often stood alone in the corner practicing dancing.

He didn't know how long he needed to practice, but Song Minglang took the initiative to find him. The man leaned against the window and extinguished the cigarette in his hand, and asked him in a hoarse voice, "Are you interested in making a group with me?"

He always believed that Song Minglang was here to save him, then, and now.