After Xiao Zuojing took the group pet script

After falling from mid-air, Song Wenxing stayed in Lu Zhicheng's arms for a few seconds, unable to react.

"Frightened?" Although he wanted to hug the kitten for a while, but because there were countless pairs of eyes staring at him, Lu Zhicheng could only smile and let go, helping him untie the safety rope on his body, "Do you want to rest for a while?" ?”

Song Wenxing came back to his senses and shook his head: "It's okay."

Bai Lian next to him made a cut, showing a "that's it?" expression.

Wang Ke tugged at Bai Lian's sleeve: "Brother Bai Lian, let's go rock climbing."

Seeing that Song Wenxing ignored him, Lu Zhicheng put all his attention on Song Wenxing again, Bai Lian's expression was very ugly.

He really couldn't stay in this place anymore, so he could only leave with Wang Ke unhappily.

"What do you want to play next?" Lu Zhicheng asked after helping Song Wenxing untie the safety rope.

Song Wenxing tidied up his clothes, looked up, stretched out his finger and pointed forward: "That's it."

"That's the Skywalk." Lu Zhicheng raised his face and narrowed his eyes, "Oh, two people can go up that one together."

When Lu Zhicheng looked up, Song Wenxing stared at his slender and smooth neck, and curled his fingers: "...Then, do you want to come with me?"

"Of course." Unexpectedly, Lu Zhicheng suddenly turned his head and smiled at him, "Otherwise, if you dare not leave halfway, what should you do if you can't get down?"

Like a thief, Song Wenxing immediately turned his gaze away: "Let's go then!"

The sky walkway chosen by Song Wenxing is a suspended walkway suspended four meters above the ground.

The entire walkway is hoisted with ropes, some with cross-shaped planks, and some with tires. Players have to tie up safety ropes and walk through the road on those seemingly shaky support points. .

"Are you going in front or should I go in front?" After fastening the safety rope, Song Wenxing turned around and asked Lu Zhicheng.

"You go ahead." Lu Zhicheng raised his hand and adjusted his safety helmet, "I have to guard you from behind."

"I've been to Korea for seven years, and I just learned how to talk sweetly?" Song Wenxing rolled his eyes at Lu Zhicheng, turned his head, grasped the ring in his hand, and left him with a round back of his head.

Lu Zhicheng was left with a confused face: "Ah? What does this have to do with going to Korea?"

Song Wenxing ignored him.

Song Wenxing stood at the entrance, hung his feet in mid-air, tried for a long time, finally mustered up the courage, and took the first step cautiously.

As soon as he stepped on the rope, he swayed around, so scared that he quickly grabbed the rope and tried to maintain his balance.

"Little counselor." Lu Zhicheng behind him raised his hand to support his shoulder, "Don't be afraid."

There is a little milk cat who is obviously very timid, wants to play but dare not play, but is still not convinced and wants to play, and will stretch out its little paw to scratch you if you provoke him.

However, most of the time, kittens are still very rua.

Song Wenxing finally grabbed the rope and wobbled forward. Although it was very slow, he didn't stop.

It takes skill to keep your balance on the rope, and if you are not careful, you may step into the air.

Song Wenxing in front of him shrank his hands and feet and was too nervous, but Lu Zhicheng followed behind him relaxedly like a normal person.

Halfway through the walk, Song Wenxing was tired.

He stopped to rest for a while, lowered his head inadvertently, only to realize how high he was standing, and there were trainees coming and going below him.

Cold sweat welled up in the palm of my hand.

... You shouldn't look down, you should go straight to the end in one go.

Song Wenxing suddenly faltered.

He felt that his hands and feet were weak, he dragged on the rope and refused to move, he was in a dilemma.

It is impossible to go forward, and it is impossible to go backward.

But there is still a long way to go.

"What's wrong?" Lu Zhicheng behind him noticed something was wrong with Song Wenxing, "Don't look down."

"I..." Song Wenxing glanced back at him, and was embarrassed to say that he didn't dare to leave, "The rope keeps shaking..."

But Lu Zhicheng seemed to see his fear: "Don't be afraid, I'll help you hold the rope at the back, it won't wobble."

Encouraged by Lu Zhicheng, Song Wenxing braced himself, supported the ropes on both sides of the aisle with both hands, and carefully stepped on the rickety wooden plank.

After finally maintaining his balance, Song Wenxing still felt insecure.

He subconsciously turned around to look for Lu Zhicheng, only to find that Lu Zhicheng was really standing behind him, holding the rope with both hands to help him control his balance.

Song Wenxing's heart that was hanging in his throat suddenly fell back into his stomach the moment he looked at Lu Zhicheng.

...Fortunately, he is here.

he thought with relief.

The fear seemed to be less intense.

Song Wenxing settled down, and with the help of Lu Zhicheng, he finally completed the challenge of the entire "Skywalk".

After Song Wenxing reached the finish line safely, Lu Zhicheng tugged on his own safety rope, and in three or two steps, he crossed the distance that Song Wenxing had been walking for more than ten minutes.

Agile and relaxed.

Song Wenxing, who was untying the safety rope on his body, happened to see this scene by accident: "..."

People are more popular than dead people.

"It's been hard work. It's very brave." After untying the safety rope and going down the stairs, Lu Zhicheng hooked Song Wenxing's shoulder with one hand, "As a reward, I'll take you to eat delicious food, and we'll go there after you rest. Play the next one."

As soon as he heard that there was food, Song Wenxing automatically ignored Lu Zhicheng's arm on his shoulder.

Lu Zhicheng smiled and turned Song Wenxing to the leisure area in the corner.

This place is very remote, the trainees are all having fun outside, there is no one else here except the bartender.

Song Wenxing found a table and sat down, Lu Zhicheng went to the counter to get the menu, walked back and handed it to him: "Let's see what you want to drink? Our store also has peach oolong tea, do you want to try it?"

"Yes!" Song Wenxing replied immediately.

He didn't look up, his eyes kept staring at the menu: "One more spicy chicken wings, one chicken popcorn, one French fries, one tiramisu..."

Lu Zhicheng raised his chin to the waiter with a smile: "Give him one. By the way, remove the ice from the peach oolong tea and add a milk cap."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and explained to Song Wenxing: "Don't drink too much ice in such a cold day, or your stomach will hurt."

"Okay." Song Wenxing thought for a while, and reluctantly agreed to Lu Zhicheng's arrangement.

The meals were served quickly.

Lu Zhicheng took the plate from the waiter, and first handed Song Wenxing's favorite peach oolong tea to him.

Song Wenxing took the drink and took a sip. The dense and mellow milk cap was immediately mixed with iced and sweet fruit tea and poured into his mouth along the straw.

He paused.

The taste of this milk cap...

"I seem to have drank it somewhere." Song Wenxing raised his head, glanced at the drink in his hand suspiciously, and then looked at Lu Zhicheng, "The taste of this milk cap is very special, I have an impression."

"Ah." Lu Zhicheng supported his chin with one hand, put his elbow on the armrest of the chair, and looked at Song Wenxing with a smile, "Is it delicious?"

"Hmm." Song Wenxing asked, "Have you given me a drink before?"

"what."

"Didn't you say you bought it at a store near your home?"

"It's rounded up, my shop."

"..." Song Wenxing glared at him, feeling like he was being cheated, but he didn't know what to say, so he could only bite the straw angrily, and took another sip.

As soon as he drank the cold drink, he suddenly thought of something and raised his head suddenly: "The time I came back from the recording together, I stayed in the practice room to practice dancing alone, and you also put the bread and peach oolong tea at the door? "

"Otherwise." Lu Zhicheng raised his eyebrows.

"The midnight snack that I used to pick up at the door of the practice room..."

"I also let it go." Lu Zhicheng laughed and joked, "Otherwise you really thought you picked it up, how could Santa Claus come every day?"

"...I always thought it was Su Qi."

"You little heartless." Lu Zhicheng sighed, his expression looked very hurt, "Even I know that a certain kid said he didn't care, but in fact he stayed in the company every night and practiced hard until late. The kids don’t even know who delivered the midnight snack.”

No wonder the kitten is always unfamiliar with feeding. It turns out that the previous behavior of feeding has been taken credit by others, which is really a mistake.

"I..." Song Wenxing opened his mouth, feeling weird in his heart, wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say.

At once……

It's shocking.

There is also a little, little...happy?

Song Wenxing really couldn't understand his strange mood, so he tactfully changed the subject: "Lu Zhicheng, can you lend me your mobile phone, I want to call the boss."

"Huh? You mean Boss Xiao Wen?" Lu Zhicheng raised his eyebrows, without hesitation or asking why, he took out his phone from his coat pocket and handed it to him, "You call him the boss even after you terminated the contract?"

"The boss is actually very kind to me." Song Wenxing took Lu Zhicheng's phone, "Is there a quiet place?"

Lu Zhicheng took Song Wenxing to the staff lounge, unlocked his phone for him, and thoughtfully closed the door behind him before leaving.

Song Wenxing walked to the window and called Wen Che.

After the call was connected, Wen Che's voice sounded from the other end of the phone: "Ah Cheng? What's wrong?"

"Boss, it's me, Wen Xing."

"Hey, it's you." Wen Che's voice sounded a little surprised, "How was it at 404? Why did you suddenly think of calling me?"

"I'm fine." Song Wenxing said sweetly, "Of course I miss you."

Wen Che clicked his tongue: "Why did you use Ah Cheng's mobile phone to call me? Isn't your relationship with him quite stiff?"

"I borrowed it from him quietly." Song Wenxing selectively ignored the phrase "the relationship is very stiff" and went straight to the point, "Boss, I need your help with something."

"Please?" Wen Che on the other end of the phone laughed, as if he had expected that Song Wenxing would go to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing, "It seems to be a very serious matter, and Wen Xing can make us use such serious words." gone."

"Oh!" Song Wenxing stretched out his hand and opened the window, "Listen to me first."

"Okay, tell me. I'd like to hear what it is."

"Anyway, it's..."

Song Wenxing talked to Wen Che on the phone for a full 10 minutes.

During this period, Wen Che kept "um" and "um", and didn't interrupt much. His tone sounded quite interested in what Song Wenxing said.

"All right. I'll think about it." At the end of the chat, Wen Che said this.

As soon as Song Wenxing heard this sentence, he knew that the boss was relieved: "Thank you, boss! I love the boss!"

"Your love is worthless." Wen Che sighed in disgust, "You love everyone."

"I will always love you more than others." Song Wenxing said, "By the way, why did you send Bai Lian here?"

Hearing this question, Wen Che paused for a moment before answering: "It was decided by the company's senior management. Recently, we have exchanged resources with Juzi Yinghua. Juzi wants to increase the popularity of the show and let you talk to your ex-teammates." The topic of battle was raised. It happened that Bai Lian volunteered, so they sent him over."

"...Hehehehe." Hearing "take the initiative to invite Ying", Song Wenxing twitched the corners of his mouth and smiled.

Xiao Wen, who is only [-] years old, is always the heir of the real estate leader Wen's chaebol. Wen Huang Entertainment is just a peripheral business that he started casually to support his stepson Tubai, and has always been left to the professional brokerage team to take care of.

Wen Che is very busy and doesn't care much about Wenhuang Entertainment.

His attitude towards the artists under his banner has always been very vague. He doesn't care about such trivial things as artists falling in love. As long as they are well hidden and can make money for the company, he will turn a blind eye to them.

But if the relationship is not hidden and the marketing account gets out, then there will be something to suffer.

A few years ago, there was some turmoil in Wen's chaebol, which spread to Wenhuang Entertainment, causing the entire company's management system to be in chaos. This is also most of the reasons why Tu Bai left and Song Wenxing was stuffed into the N group as a substitute.

Fortunately, it has gradually stabilized now.Song Wenxing was sure of this, so he called Wen Che for help.

"Let's take a look first. The N group has been unstable recently. I heard that the three of them are engaging in internal strife." Wen Che said casually, "If the N group can't reach the value they gave me at the beginning, the group I'll cut it off anytime."

No wonder Bai Lian took the initiative to ask for Ying. It turned out that he was leaving a way out for himself.

Song Wenxing tried to say: "Then Bailian will form a group from 404? Will you buy him a Taoist position?"

"That depends on his personal nature." Wen Che knew Song Wenxing's little thoughts, so he answered inexplicably.

Jiang is still old and spicy, Song Wenxing curled his lips: "Okay."

"By the way, Tubai called me two days ago to talk about your affairs. He meant to sign you. Did he tell you?"

"Ah?" Song Wenxing was stunned for a moment, "I didn't say that..."

"It should be that he wants to sign you himself, and Ah Cheng is in the middle of it. I guess he will talk to you about this matter in a short time. Then I will ask someone to transfer your financial contract to him." Wen Wen Che said lazily, and suddenly asked, "Then how are you and Ah Cheng getting along now?"

Tubai wants to sign himself? !

Or was Lu Zhicheng the thread in the middle? !

"Me and him? It's just... that's it." Before Song Wenxing could be happy, his attention was drawn away by Wen Che's last words, and he hesitated, "Why..."

"Well, then his progress is a bit weak." Wen Che smiled ambiguously, "Hasn't he been chasing..."

dong dong dong-

Before he could finish speaking, there was a knock on the door suddenly.

The author has something to say: Wen Che: I don't mean to agree with you guys falling in love :)

Bury a thread and guess what Xingxing begged the former boss for.

There will be double updates tomorrow!Make up for yesterday’s leave~ want to see me? ovo