don't like you

Zhong Shufang casually looked at the contract in his hand and didn't raise any objections. He waved at the two in a good mood, yawned and went back to sleep.

I didn't sleep well last night, and today I've been busy all morning, this god has long been sleepy.

Wang Yi was free at the moment, so he grabbed Song Jingcong and talked about him for a long time.

Read Xiao Song's one head and two big, and repeatedly promise that next time he will not mess with Weibo, and if he wants to, he will use a small account like a zombie account.

Fortunately, Wang Yi still remembered that magic was going to release a new song, and he explained it well and finally let Song Jingcong leave for dance practice.

Song Jingcong was drowsy from being naughty, and yawned several times when he went down the stairs in just a few steps, tears were forced from the corners of his eyes.

Poor, I feel pity.

Of course, only a warrior like Zhong Shufang dared to say this kind of adjective.

Song Jingcong entered the practice room, and the other four members of Magic were already practicing, and no one wentssip when they saw him coming in, they just greeted him and started practicing in full swing.

No gossip is not because of a bad relationship. Song Jingcong's face is not very good, no one is so blind to see. The second is that the recording is going to be tomorrow, so there is really no time to gossip.

Entering the practice room, when you hear the music, you have to devote yourself to it. Song Jing has demanded himself like this since the first day he was a trainee. Even now that he has successfully debuted, he has only stricter requirements on himself and will not relax.

The idol looks glamorous on the surface, surrounded by flowers and applause. If there is only one ray of light in the crowd, then this ray of light will definitely hit the idol. Except for the short few minutes on the stage, in private, in order not to disqualify Practice repeatedly day and night.

They live on the screen, shine on the stage, and live in repetition.

In the early morning of the next day, the assistant Xiao Xiao went to the place where they lived, knocked on the door one by one to wake them up, and reheated the breakfast bought on the way in the microwave.

After dinner, the nanny car took them to their destination, where the styling team and makeup artist were already waiting.

As the captain, Xu Luo was the first to get out of the car and bowed to the waiting people. Song Jingcong followed closely behind and bowed to the staff like Xu Luo.

"Xiao Song, why do you have such serious dark circles? Where did you hide that handsome guy with no blemishes before?" The makeup artist has a lot of experience in the industry, and she is in charge of every big team event. Jing Cong made a joke.

Xu Luo smiled and said, "It's been too hard to practice dance in this short period of time, and Xiao Song is the main dancer again. His part is the hardest and the hardest."

Song Jing never denied it, but the fact is that he woke up too early and went to bed too late yesterday, and what was even more deadly was that he was tossing and turning in bed trying to put on a variety show with Zhong Shu, and he just fell asleep in the early morning and was called out again .

If the makeup artist sister hadn't played a joke on him, he would have almost fallen asleep sitting on the chair.

"I'm sorry to trouble you." He replied politely, and smiled showing two dimples.

"Xiao Song, you are so sweet. My sister's heart melts. Wait, I promise to restore your beauty." The makeup artist covered her heart, looking happy when she was attacked by her appearance.

"Sister, is it true that Brother Zhong is shooting magazines nearby?" Zhou Wenxuan, a busy member of the regiment, turned sideways and asked excitedly.

"Yeah, we have these two tasks today. After we finish putting on makeup for you, we'll go next door and wait for brother Zhong to put on makeup."

"Great!" Zhou Wenxuan finished putting on makeup, jumped three feet high, ran over and grabbed Song Jingcong's arm, "Brother Xiaojing, let's sneak to the next door to get an autograph, shall we?"

Zhou Wenxuan has just passed his 19th birthday, and as a young lady, no one in the group does not spoil him, especially Song Jingcong.

Brother, you really know... which pot is not open and which pot to lift.

Song Jing said from his heart that I was afraid that I would have something to do with him, and you still have to take me to meet people.

But he looked at Zhou Wenxuan with bright eyes. After all, he couldn't bear to refuse him. Zhou Wenxuan was the same as him before yesterday. The determination to enter the entertainment industry also has this relationship.

At that time, I will find an excuse to shirk it. Maybe Zhong Shufang has already left when he is so busy recording songs.Song Jing thought secretly, and finally nodded.

Zhou Wenxuan cheered, causing the staff to laugh. He scratched his head and laughed, leaving Song Jingcong worried because he was out of place.

I don't know whether it's luck or misfortune. It was only after one o'clock in the afternoon when the magic five members finished recording the new song, and the shooting of Zhong Shufang next door had just started.

The song recording is over, and the high-pressure work during this period is temporarily over.

Song Jingcong frowned, tried his best to show a business smile to Zhou Wenxuan who was in high spirits, and was dragged away happily by the maknae.

Song Jingcong: ...The client was very speechless and didn't want to go.

Zhong Shufang's look this time is very special. A long gown in the color of water and the moon made his stunning face calm down, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, hair hanging casually on his shoulders, and the corners of his mouth slightly curled up towards the camera.

The lights gathered on his face, the skin under the light makeup was flawless, he looked like a handsome young man of a family, warm and charming like jade.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Zhou Wenxuan poked Song Jingcong's arm and sighed sincerely.The nature of the surfer boy is fully exposed.

Song Jingcong wanted to pat the excited person in front of him on the head, signaling him to calm down.Unexpectedly, Zhou Wenxuan ran forward again before his hand dropped, Song Jingcong had no choice but to keep up.

He can be considered to have experienced what it means to have a bear child at home.

When Song Jingcong grabbed Zhou Wenxuan, the child turned his head and looked dissatisfied, "Brother, what are you doing, the filming over there is almost over, I have to hurry up and ask for an autograph, otherwise I will arrest him when the senior leaves." , I haven’t encountered it once in the company for more than half a year.”

It sounded very reasonable at first, and Song Jingcong found that he couldn't refute it, but if it goes further, even a blind man can see people.

Sure enough, as soon as this idea popped into his head, Zhong Shufang smiled at the two of them, still acting like a unparalleled son of an aristocratic family.

Rao Song Jingcong already knew what kind of unscrupulous thoughts this person had under his skin, and he couldn't help but be dazzled by this smile, let alone the true fan Zhou Wenxuan who had his own filter next to him.

Zhou Wenxuan clutched his chest as if he needed to inhale oxygen, and shook Song Jingcong's arm and said excitedly, "Brother Xiaojing, I read that right! Senior smiled at me, right! I'm so happy too!"

He still looked at Song Jingcong suspiciously, "Brother, aren't you also a fan of senior? Why are you so calm? You must be a fake fan."

Song Jingcong: Don't cue me, I'm a fan!

But the reason is too troublesome to explain, and it is easy to disillusion the youngest and it is too shocking, Song Jingcong smiled and acquiesced to the fake fans.

According to the thinking of only fans in the fan circle, he is indeed a fake fan, and there is nothing wrong with saying that.

If it wasn't for Xiao Zhou being a beta, Song Jingcong would have suspected that this kid was actually Zhong Shufang's veritable "girlfriend fan".

The shooting task over there was over, Zhong Shufang said hello and thanked the staff, and walked towards where they were standing.

Zhou Wenxuan was so surprised that he was so still that he forgot to run forward, but just stayed where he was and smiled silly at the person who came.

Brother, don't be so embarrassing, okay?Anyway, he has already debuted as a star.

Song Jingcong snorted Zhou Wenxuan's head and called the soul back. The culprit who made people confused had already walked in front of the two of them.

"We meet again." Zhong Shufang greeted first.

Zhou Wenxuan had come to his senses, he didn't think about what happened when we met again, he opened his eyes wide and looked at the person in front of him, he didn't want to blink his eyes, Rainbow did the same thing, and in the end he didn't forget that he wanted to Purpose of signature.

Not to mention Zhong Shufang, Song Jingcong was stunned when he heard it, when did Xiao Zhou learn so many rainbow farts?

However, Zhong Shufang had experienced a lot of such scenes, he quickly came back to his senses, and called his assistant to bring over two autographed photos.

Zhou Wenxuan looked excited, took it with both hands and kept saying "thank you senior".

Song Jingcong looked at the photo handed to him, and silently rolled his eyes in his heart. He didn't care, but he hesitated for a while and took it. It's not good to refute the popular idol's face in front of so many people.

Zhong Shufang had a panoramic view of the man's awkward little movements, and was about to say something when Song Jingcong pushed him aside, and in the next second he knelt on the ground with his legs pressed against the iron frame.

The staff carried a large object to cover their sight, and accidentally knocked down the shelf behind them.

"Brother Xiaojing!" Zhou Wenxuan was looking at the photo in his hand happily, but was startled by the sudden change, and his voice was a little crying.If he hadn't insisted on coming over, Song Jingcong would not have been injured.

Song Jing sat down with his hands propped up. He could feel that his leg was swollen, but it wasn't too serious. He definitely didn't hurt his bones. He smiled at Zhou Wenxuan and said, "I'm fine."

Zhong Shufang reacted and picked him up, frowning and striding towards the nanny's car, he said: "You go back first, I'll take him to the hospital."

Song Jingcong was quite embarrassed. How could he, a man who was nearly 1.8 meters tall, be hugged by so many princesses in front of so many faces?

He struggled slightly in his arms, "I'm fine, it's too embarrassing for you to let me down."

In the next second, a coat was covered, and the familiar smell of grass after the rain was still there.Zhong Shufang hugged him even tighter, and Alpha's angry voice rang in his ears: "Legs are more important than face, just stay honest and don't show off."

Song Jing said from the bottom of his heart that I was not here to save you, the iron frame came towards the back of your head, if I didn't show my courage, you would have been taken away by an ambulance right now.

Every time he moved his calf, his muscles felt sore, and he didn't insist on getting down and walking by himself. Anyway, his face was covered and no one knew who he was.

"I didn't hurt my bones. It's not serious, but if I hit you, it would be more than that. I'm useless." Song Jing's muffled voice came from under his clothes, and he condemned again: "Good intentions are like a donkey's liver and lungs."

Zhong Shufang couldn't see Song Jingcong's face, but he could imagine the fierce expression of human milk from the tone of this sentence, so he could only coax him, "Yes, yes, you are right, it is me You don’t know good people. I’ll order a pennant for you tomorrow.”

Song Jingcong became excited when he heard this, "The one with diamonds is worthy of my identity."

"What is your identity? A brave warrior who sees righteousness?" Zhong Shufang said seriously, "Don't be so impulsive next time, in case something happens to you..." He didn't finish the rest of the sentence, but both of them agreed. I know it well.

No one can accept other people's sacrifices calmly, not even the closest relatives.

The voice sounded like a murmur, Song Jingcong was silent for a while, patted the person's arm, and said, "I will push away whoever is standing there, it's not your fault."

Zhong Shufang didn't make a sound, just looked at Song Jingcong quietly.He could imagine Omega's expression at the moment, stubborn and soft.

The wind gently stepped on the clouds, shaking the hair tips, and the flowers and plants on the roadside danced lightly in the sunshine.

Faint, warm, gentle.

Just like Zhong Shufang's eyes at this time.