Threat

Song Ke glanced at Yan Jicai, with a look of "you don't understand anything", shook his head, and said:

"In everything, if you believe it, you have it. If you don't believe it, you don't have it. But for the things left by the ancestors, it is better to believe." Song Ke finished speaking, lit the incense bought from the bottom of the mountain, and then bowed in four directions, Then it was inserted into the big incense cauldron.

Only then did Yan Ji open his mouth, but in the end he just rolled his eyes, and followed Song Ke's example to bow and make a wish.

He didn't believe in these things at first, but since he came here, he made a wish for his mother to be healthy and get rich overnight.

He thought that Song Ke just wanted to play, but who could tell him, what kind of trouble would it be to drag him to kowtow to buy Buddhist beads after making a wish?

"I don't have money." He didn't buy this if he had money.

"I'll buy it." Song Ke bought the beads with his own money and offered them to Yan Jicai.

But Yan Ji was disgusted to death.

Song Ke said it was a deposit to support him?

Heh, it's better to give him money directly if you have this spare time.

Following Song Ke's stroll, Yan Jicai's legs ached and his feet ached. When he was resting in a nearby shop, Yan Ji asked Song Ke:

"Have you finished talking about your spokesperson?" Just at this time, the drinks they ordered were served.

Song Ke took a sip of water and replied:

"Okay."

"Then you stopped looking for a male spokesperson? Can't you just shoot Nie Beibei as a female character? Just shoot the bride?" That's too strange.

He thought Song Ke had other arrangements, and it seemed that it was just a whim.

Song Ke smiled, propped his chin with his left hand, stared at Yan Jicai, and replied:

"me."

"what?"

"I said I was a male spokesperson."

"Pfft." Yan Ji really wanted to spray water on Song Ke's face, "Is that just you?"

"What's wrong with me like this? Don't you think I look like a man and woman when I stand with Nie Beibei?"

"Fuck, shameless." Yan Jicai wanted to reprimand Song Ke again, but the phone on the table rang.

Song Ke also glanced up, his cynical face sank in an instant, he took his arm off the table, and looked outside.

Yan Ji coughed in embarrassment, picked up the phone, and was about to stand up to answer the phone outside, but Song Ke said:

"Just pick it up here."

"..."

Well, then he took it.

"Hello?" Yan Jicai's voice was still a little cautious.

Jian Yi on the other end of the phone paused and asked:

"Have you returned from a business trip?"

"Ah, not yet, not yet."

"Then when are you coming back?"

Why did he feel that Jian Yi was so...that kind of... little wife who was waiting for her husband to come back?Yan Ji scratched his hair, "Tomorrow, I will tell you then."

"Well, are you busy now?"

"It's...not bad." Yan Ji said and glanced at Song Ke, only to find that Song Ke wasn't looking at him at all, but turned his head and stared out the window.

"That……"

Before Jian Yi on the other end of the phone finished speaking, Song Ke suddenly stood up and said to Yan Jicai:

"It's time to go back, the things in the hotel haven't been cleaned yet."

"Are you with Song Ke?" Jian Yi recognized Song Ke's voice, "Are you on a business trip together?"

"No, no, no, wait," Song Ke had already stood up and went out, Yan Jicai hurriedly grabbed the drink on the table, stumbled and followed, not forgetting to return to Jian Yi, "Wait a minute, I'll go back and tell you .”

Then he hung up the phone in a hurry and went to chase Song Ke who had gone away.

"What are you doing running so fast?" Yan Jicai almost couldn't catch up with Song Ke, what's the matter with such long legs.

Song Ke glanced at Yan Jicai, and said in an unhappy tone:

"Stop talking to your little lover?"

"What little lover? Is there something wrong with you?" No, is Song Ke angry?

Doesn't that mean that part of his plan has been realized?

Yan Ji was delighted, "Since you are angry, then don't make an appointment with me? Are you getting tired of playing? It's just right when I'm tired, I just happened to go to Jian Yi."

"Shut up!" Even if you are tired of it, if you don't want it, you won't give it to Jian Yi.

Song Ke's fierce gaze stunned Yan Jicai.

Realizing his gaffe, Song Ke left Yan Jicai and walked towards the hotel alone.

It wasn't until the evening when I took the high-speed train back to City W that I didn't say a word to Yan Ji.

Yan Ji was quite puzzled, he felt a little weird, and always felt that he had made a wrong step.