Mr. Ji's cat

Without going back to Fu Sixue's lounge, Ji Chufeng directly brought him to his office.

On the way, someone wanted to say hello to Mr. Ji, but he was frightened by Mr. Ji's gloomy appearance, so he shrank and pretended not to see it.

It was only after entering the office that Ji Chufeng let go of her hand.

She took a few steps forward, walked to the sofa in the rest area and sat down, put one hand on the back of the sofa, and turned to look at Fu Sixue.

motioned for her to come over.

When I came out of the dance studio just now, the cold air swept in, and half of my legs were exposed, not to mention how cold it was.

Fortunately, turning on the heater in the office relieved a lot, so that the movements were not too stiff, so Fu Sixue bit the bullet and passed.

After passing by, she stood opposite Ji Chufeng and had no intention of sitting down.If Mr. Ji doesn't sit, she naturally can't sit either.

Ji Chufeng patted the back of the sofa chair and motioned her to sit down.

While Fu Sixue hesitated, the other party was already impatient, and grabbed her wrist again and pulled her to the sofa to sit down.

"Don't you feel cold in this kind of clothes?" Ji Chufeng didn't sit down when he asked this sentence, but turned around and walked to the desk.

Fu Sixue felt a little uneasy, wondering what President Ji meant by pulling her over suddenly, she was very angry just now, but now it sounds... better?

Did not forget to answer, replied: "Cold."

I also know it's cold.Hearing this, Ji Chufeng was in a better mood. He glanced in the direction of the person, and could only see her shoulders, sitting upright.

She unplugged the power cord of the electric hot water bottle that was plugged in. Yanjing City had already entered deep winter. Her mother brought this hot water bag because she was worried that her fingers would be cold when her hands were exposed in the office. She didn't expect it to come in handy now.

After getting the hot water bottle back, Ji Chufeng measured the temperature, it was warm but not hot, very suitable for holding in hand or on lap.

She sat down beside Fu Sixue, and put the hot water bottle in her palm.

The hot water bottle feels fluffy and pink, and looks very girly.

Fu Sixue stared at the hot water bottle in her hand, then raised her head to look at Ji Chufeng, with a little more obscure emotion in her eyes.

Mr. Ji, who thought it was nothing at first, was blushed by her eyes. He knew what the other party was talking about without thinking, and explained: "I didn't buy this!"

"Oh." Fu Sixue nodded.

Ji Chufeng only felt that the way she looked at him was even more strange, and then explained: "My mother brought it."

"..." This sounds a bit strange.

Mr. Ji preemptively strikes before Fu Sixue gets over it.

She glanced at the performance costume under the jacket, and said in a calm voice, "You agree to let them design this kind of clothes for you?"

There was a bit of questioning in these words, and the atmosphere that was originally relaxed instantly dropped back.

"..." Fu Sixue didn't speak, subconsciously tightened her fingers holding the hot water bottle.

"Why don't you talk anymore?" Mr. Ji was a little aggressive, and he insisted on her answer.

"They said...the stage effect is good." It took Fu Sixue a long time to hold back these words.

To be honest, Fu Sixue was dissatisfied when she first saw the stage costume design, but the make-up teacher kept persuading her.

If you want a good stage effect, costumes are also very important, and whether you can advance depends on the popularity of the audience and the performance of the stage.

After talking too much, she had no choice but to agree.

She sighed secretly in her heart, she never thought that one day she would need to dress like this to attract people's attention, and at the same time, she was very clear about her position in her heart.

People who have passed away have no right to refuse.

"I didn't ask their opinions. How about you? Do you like to dress like this? Show it to others?" Ji Chufeng tugged at the collar of her coat, revealing a large area of ​​fair skin and round shoulders exposed to the air.

Fu Sixue stopped talking again, and Ji Chufeng was very upset seeing her like this, as if she had hit the cotton with a fist, making it soft.

She shouldn't have such a drifting attitude.

"If you don't say anything, I'll take it as your acquiescence, and let the makeup make no changes later, just let it be." Ji Chufeng looked at it, and "hissed" again, "This skirt can be shorter, and the back Just expose it all, and..."

Before she finished speaking, Fu Sixue glared at her, looking a little annoyed, "No!"

"Hey, you also know how to refuse." Ji Chufeng said angrily, "I thought you just wanted to wear it like this."

Fu Sixue turned her head away, apparently not wanting to talk to her, this awkward look made Ji Chufeng feel that she was alive.

Controlling the corners of his mouth that were trying to turn up, Mr. Ji asked along the way: "Since you don't like it, why didn't you tell them?" While speaking, he pulled the thin blanket over the back of the sofa and covered her legs superior.

She felt that as long as Fu Sixue made it clear that she didn't want to wear this kind of costume, no matter how self righteous they were, they would be helpless.

Fu Sixue watched Ji Chufeng's considerate movements, smoothing out the folds of the thin blanket. The skin touched the soft and fluffy fabric, and the legs exposed to the air were no longer chilly.

The blanket seemed to still have the smell of the owner, slowly wafting into her nose.

When her fingers grabbed the hot water bottle, her fingertips inadvertently rubbed against the blanket. Fu Sixue was silent for a long time before she said, "They said... as a contestant standing on the stage, the first thing to consider is how to catch the audience's attention, and clothing is also a factor to consider one."

"Why do you have to care about what others say? You don't like it, you don't want it, nothing can force you."

"I don't care how you were in Fengyu before, but now you are in Xingyao, I say you can refuse if you can."

After Ji Chufeng finished speaking, Fu Sixue didn't show a happy expression, she frowned as if she wanted to say something, and her throat moved.

"President Ji." She shook her head, "We have different positions."

"This show is very important to me."

Only now does Ji Chufeng understand that the people around her have been telling Fu Sixue that she will be exposed on the show and her popularity is just around the corner, but it is precisely this kind of encouragement that puts pressure on her inadvertently.

That's why Fu Sixue accepted it even if he didn't like it.

She stared at Fu Sixue's face for a long time, until the other person touched her face, thinking that something was on her face, she said: "Do you think you are still the Fu Sixue that the audience knows when you are dressed like this?"

Apart from being a bit revealing, this costume is really good-looking overall, but it obviously doesn't match Fu Sixue's character design very much, and the character design will collapse in minutes.

"Your goal is the combination of virtue and art, not..." Speaking of this, Ji Chufeng couldn't help but look down, "...to show off."

From Ji Chufeng's perspective, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the scenery on Fu Sixue's chest, and almost bit his tongue when he spoke.

Fu Sixue obviously also felt her gaze, and realized what she was wearing underneath, and immediately wrapped herself tightly with a coat.

"..." This action meant to refuse too clearly, in order to avoid embarrassment, Mr. Ji gave a dry cough.

Pretending to be serious: "Don't you have my WeChat, next time you have any questions, just send me a message."

"Remember, as long as you don't want to, what other people say is a fart."

Fu Sixue lowered her head slightly to avoid her gaze, "Okay."

"If you have nothing to do, you can send me a message." Mr. Ji said in a serious way.

"..." Fu Sixue showed a refusing yet polite smile.

President Ji took advantage of the victory to pursue her, and leaned over to stare at her and asked, "I'm done with work recently, when will Mr. Fu invite me to your house for dinner?"

"..." Unexpectedly, Mr. Ji still remembered this incident, and it seemed that he still couldn't hide it. Fu Sixue sighed in his heart, and said in a compromise, "Then let's do it tonight."

"Not tonight." Ji Chufeng said quickly, and when he was about to explain, there was a knock on the door.

Ji Chufeng raised his voice, "Come in." Then he adjusted his sitting posture and sat upright, as if they were just discussing an extremely serious business.

No touching, no random aiming.

An Yi walked in with a crimson envelope, "Mr. Ji, this is the invitation letter sent by Mr. Xie just now."

"President Ji, I'm leaving first." Fu Sixue adhered to the principle of not disturbing, and wanted to get up after speaking, but was grabbed by Ji Chufeng and pulled back to the sofa.

"Let's put it there." Ji Chufeng raised his chin towards the coffee table to let her put it on the table, turned his head to look at Fu Sixue and signaled her not to leave.

An Yi left with great interest after releasing the invitation letter, and there were only the two of them left in the office.

Ji Chufeng slowly picked up the invitation letter, opened the envelope, took out the card inside, and handed it to Fu Sixue.

Fu Sixue saw the text on it, it was a reception organized by someone, and the time was seven o'clock tonight.

She didn't know what Ji Chufeng was trying to do by showing her this.

After confirming that Fu Sixue had seen the contents of the card, Ji Chufeng put the invitation letter back on the table.Xie Qiu was supposed to attend the reception, but she really couldn't spare the time today, so she entrusted her to attend on her behalf.

Ji Chufeng was originally not interested in this kind of social occasion, but hearing that a well-known director and producer would be present at the reception greatly aroused her interest.

"I'm going to the reception tonight, and I still need a female companion, so can you come with me?" Ji Chufeng said in a questioning tone.

Since it was an inquiry, Fu Sixue wanted to refuse, "No..."

As soon as she said a word, Ji Chufeng knew what she meant, and immediately said: "I heard that many directors, producers, and the like will be present. I want to take you to see if I can take part in a co-production or something." Yes. After all, variety shows are just for face recognition, and the most important thing is to shoot a work. Don’t you think so?”

Mr. Ji's reasoning made her unable to refuse, so Fu Sixue had no choice but to nod: "Okay, I will participate."

Boom, a little rabbit fell into it.

Mr. Ji tried his best to suppress the upturned corners of his mouth, "Then I'll ask someone to take the dress to your lounge in a while, and I'll go find you when I get off work."

"Okay." The little white rabbit was extremely obedient.

Mr. Ji was happy, and cheerfully put the little white rabbit back.

Fu Sixue returned the hot water bottle to her, because holding the hot water bag, her hands are warm and comfortable now.

Just go back in a while, and the legs will be stiff again by the wind.

"Just go back with it like this." Ji Chufeng stopped her movement to take the blanket, and told her: "There is wind in the corridor, cover it up, so you don't catch a cold."

Even though Fu Sixue said not to send her off, Mr. Ji got up and sent her to the door. Seeing that familiar and charming smile, she pursed her lower lip, turned and walked out without saying a word.

She heard some people in the company say that they were very afraid of Mr. Ji and thought she was a smiling tiger.But Fu Sixue has been with her several times, especially today, she can clearly feel that the other party is indeed very gentle to her, especially the inadvertent considerate behavior and gentleness.

The wind from the end of the corridor blew in and hit Fu Sixue's face, the coolness shocked her soberly.

Suddenly, he remembered the model from before. At that time, the company had rumored that she had a good relationship with Mr. Ji, but she was fired not long after. The specific reason is not yet known.

The gossip among women became more and more outrageous. The evolutionary version Fu Sixue heard was that Mr. Ji dumped her when he got tired of her. This is the normal state in the unspoken rules.

Although Fu Sixue did not believe this was the case, she also knew that there are no waves without wind. Thinking of this, her impression of Ji Chufeng became more subtle.

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