don't like you

Only after Song Jing hung up the phone did he realize that other people's eyes were meaningful.

"I thought it was a family ethics drama, but I didn't expect it to become an idol drama." Zhou Wenxuan didn't know where he learned the expression, and he covered his heart with a knocked expression.

"I didn't expect that the contact person surnamed G would be Brother Zhong. Why?" The hostess tilted her head, a little puzzled, but suddenly realized after a while, she covered her mouth and screamed softly.

Song Jing was helpless, and under their teasing smiles, the scarletness that had just receded from the tips of his ears and face seemed to be making a comeback again. He pinched his ears and put the topic aside: "Leave me alone, it's time to be the captain."

Xu Luo came out from behind his teammate and made enough mental preparations to open the phone.

In the scene that the camera did not capture, his fingertips trembled slightly, and even the heart in his chest accelerated and beat non-stop.

The "beep" sound that everyone wanted to hear did not appear. Instead, the cold female voice of the machine echoed in the studio hall and turned off.

Xu Luo breathed a sigh of relief, and when he raised his head again, he smiled apologetically at the crowd: "I'm really sorry, those who meet the requirements didn't get through."

"Then we can only activate pnB." The host shrugged and stood up to smooth things over: "It's a pity, I thought I could get a glimpse of some great gossip from Team Xu."

"pnB is too boring, just make faces." The host turned over the card in his hand, looking disappointed.

"I don't have any gossip for you to hear." Xu Luo smiled helplessly, and made several grimaces under the camera according to his words.

If Yan Yao answered the phone, he would probably understand that he was recording a program.He wasn't worried that Yan Yao would say something that couldn't end, after all, it was about him, and that person was always cautious and timid that wasn't like his own.

It's just that he went home recently, and it was too embarrassing for him to appear at this time, and he might think he was showing off his might.

The big family is troublesome, but fortunately his bad luck did not continue when he was punished, Xu Luo still has lingering fears.

Song Jingcong saw the black car parked on the side of the road from a distance before leaving the door of the building. Thinking of what Zhong Shufang said before hanging up the phone, Song Jingcong lowered his head and smiled. It turned out that the last sentence was waiting for him to come down. Not waiting for him to come back.

"Why does this car look familiar? I seem to have seen it somewhere?" Zhou Wenxuan followed Song Jingcong's gaze, scratched his hair, and asked in doubt.

"Huh? Is it an illegitimate child?" Zhou Wenxuan frowned and raised the cordon.

Nothing good will happen to the memories related to illegitimate children. If they just ask for autographs from cars and hotels, it’s fine. There are always some crazy people who desperately want to squeeze into their arms or forcefully pull them. Keep their hands on.

They don't care if you are in a hurry or not after a long day of work, just for their own selfish desires, if something doesn't go their way at all, they will immediately turn black and yell at you.

Seeing that the topic was getting off track, Song Jingcong stood up to uphold justice for Zhong Shufang. He patted Zhou Wenxuan on the head, "Where are you going? There is no illegitimate student who will not come around when we come out."

Hearing the conversation between the two, Xu Luo glanced absently at the car not far away, showing a clear expression, "Go, it just so happens that there is no work tomorrow morning."

It was only then that everyone realized who was sitting in the car, followed Xu Dui's words and sighed, "I've got a lot of support" before getting into their nanny car and driving away in the night.

The breeze in the late autumn night was also cool. Song Jingcong ran into the car after saying goodbye to his teammates, and met Shang Zhong Shufang's smiling eyes when he looked at him.

"Why are you here?" He also smiled, and the coolness around his body that was rendered by the autumn wind gradually warmed up under the shining eyes.

"Come here to give warmth to the children who come back late." Zhong Shufang motioned Song Jingcong to look at the supper on the back seat, and after hanging up the phone, he contacted Xiaowen to take the other four copies, "By the way, please The other party's relatives and friends."

The biological clock formed by waking up early at work still played a role in the rare half-day rest day. It was not yet seven o'clock when Song Jingcong opened his eyes. He tiptoed out of bed, washed up and walked resolutely to the kitchen.

The last time Zhong Shufang went out to film a movie, he secretly learned from Aunt Chen at home, and it was not difficult to make breakfast.

When Zhong Shufang woke up, he couldn't laugh or cry at the pillow in his arms. Zai Zai really liked to stuff him with pillows, and if he stuffed them a few more times, he would almost have a shadow in his heart.

Wasn't there no announcement this morning?Why are you still up so early?

Zhong Shufang arranged the pillows, lifted the quilt and walked around the house first, but unexpectedly saw Song Jingcong's back in an apron in the kitchen.

The range hood was rumbling non-stop. Song Jingcong lowered his head and stared intently at the kitchen utensils in front of him. Zhong Shufang leaned against the kitchen door and did not go in. He took out his phone and took several photos Then he turned around slowly and went to wash up.

How could he secretly announce to the world that today's breakfast was made by Zai Zai himself?

Of course it was on Weibo!

The early bird gets the worm, and the early book girl can get the candy in the first place.

Zhong Shufang swipe across this one and then to that one, after picking and choosing the pictures just taken for a long time, finally decided to post a profile photo of Song Jingcong.

He stood in the morning light and the light, his jaw line was drawn out beautifully, and his expression was focused and serious, as if he was not making breakfast, but was carving a unique work of art under the rising sun.

And Song Jingcong himself, to him, is also a unique work of art.

Song Jingcong in the kitchen scratched his head at the fried egg that had just been rescued from the frying pan, seeing that Aunt Chen made it very simple, why did he get confused when it was his turn?

Fortunately, I only fried this one for the first time.Song Jing put the fried eggs into the baked bread, pretended that nothing was wrong, took out his mobile phone and browsed the knowledge points he wrote down carefully, and came to the conclusion that there must be less oil.

With the experience of the first failure, the second omelette was extraordinarily successful.

Family ugliness can't be publicized, I'll just eat the mushy ones.Song Jingcong arranged the prepared ham and tomatoes, and drew a small smiling face on the empty space of the plate with ketchup.

He smiled at the two plates of sandwiches and snapped his fingers. A mediocre culinary genius is perfect.

Song Jingcong took off his apron and was going to wake Zhong Shufang to get up, but when he turned around, Zhong Shufang leaned against the door and looked at him with a smile.

"Why did you get up? How long have you been standing?" Song Jingcong was a little nervous when he thought of his failed fried egg, wondering if he had been noticed.

Zhong Shufang's eyes were very light, and a small miniature of Song Jingcong was reflected between the light and darkness of the morning sun. He walked over to help Song Jingcong put away the apron he had untied, and then answered Song Jingcong's words When the sentence comes, you have a copy ready.

Then he stood still in front of Song Jingcong, lowered his head and held Song Jingcong's cheeks, and his long and curly eyelashes swept over Song Jingcong's eyebrows like feathers.

They had a peppermint kiss.