Did Not Say Anything About My Feelings

Ling Pan looked at Zhang Jiuling who was standing not far away, and stepped forward to greet him.

"Hello, Teacher Zhang."

Zhang Jiuling's private personality is relatively reserved, and he is a little cold and distant towards strangers.He smiled politely at Ling Pan: "Miss Ling."

Ling Pan asked him: "It's almost Chinese New Year, are you sealing the boxes in Harbin?"

Zhang Jiuling nodded: "Yes, our Deyun third team has a small box seal in Harbin."

"What do you mean by small sealed box?"

Zhang Jiuling smiled and explained: "The small box sealing is the box sealing of each team of the Deyun Club. Our three teams just happened to be the turn of the Deyun Club in Harbin this year, so we sealed the boxes there."

Ling Pan smiled knowingly, and she said, "That's just right, I got a week's ticket."

Zhang Jiuling looked at her with a little surprise: "One... a week?"

"Ah."

"That is to say, you have tickets for all the performances of our three teams in Harbin Xiaoyuanzi?!"

Ling Pan nodded: "Yes."

Zhang Jiuling touched his neck and exclaimed with a smile, "Wow, you really... praised us."

"It's nothing, I have nothing to do."

Zhang Jiuling lowered his head and raised his eyebrows.

At this moment, Lu Tanwei packed up her things and came over.

"Zhongyuan, I'm fine."

Zhang Jiuling took her hand and smiled.

Ling Pan looked at Zhang Jiuling, who was usually cold and indifferent, but only when she saw Lu Tanwei, there was a light in her eyes. Her heart warmed up, and her eyes when looking at the two of them became much softer.

Lu Tanwei said to Ling Pan: "Miss Ling, let's go first."

"alright, bye."

"Bye-Bye!"

Ling Pan watched them go out, thinking to himself, this is too coincidental, they can happen to each other...

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In the evening, Zhang Jiuling broke into Wang Jiulong's house in a hurry and sat down on the sofa.

Wang Jiulong closed the door helplessly and walked over from the entrance.

"You don't go to accompany your daughter-in-law in the middle of the night, why do you come to me?"

Zhang Jiuling took a sip of water and said, "It's not because of you. I rushed over after I had dinner with Tan Wei. See how big a brother I am."

Wang Jiulong crossed his arms and raised his foot to kick him: "Hurry up, what's the matter?"

Zhang Jiuling said with a smile: "I'm going to pick up Tan Wei today, guess who I saw in the studio?"

Wang Jiulong glanced at him, went to the restaurant counter to get a bottle of wine, and asked casually, "Who is it?"

"Ling Pan! Do you think it's a coincidence?"

"Well, it's a coincidence."

Wang Jiulong poured the liquor into the cup, drank it down in one gulp, and said something lightly.

Seeing his reaction like this, Zhang Jiuling asked strangely, "No...what's the matter with you two?"

Wang Jiulong shook his head: "Nothing."

Zhang Jiuling sneered: "Impossible, if I mentioned Ling Pan before, you must have raised the corners of your mouth and smiled Samoyed."

Wang Jiulong frowned: "What adjectives are these? Do I have any?"

"Yes, I have!"

Wang Jiulong gave him a blank look.

Zhang Jiuling narrowed his eyes and stared at him: "I said Wang Jiulong, don't you dare?"

"Why don't you dare?"

"Do you think that she is a supermodel and earns more than you, and her mother is an international supermodel and earns more than you, so you are not worthy of her?"

Wang Jiulong laughed helplessly and said, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Zhang Jiuling shrugged: "Machismo, I understand."

Wang Jiulong threw a pillow towards him.

"I don't care about that!"

"Then why are you hesitating?"

Wang Jiulong took a sip of his wine, pondered for a moment, and said, "I'm just not sure, not sure if I really like it, or just can't bear to refuse."

Zhang Jiuling couldn't turn the corner on his words, and frowned suspiciously.

Wang Jiulong went on to say: "Because she is indeed a special existence to me. She accompanied me throughout my childhood. Every time I look forward to the future and tell my dreams, I have her figure by my side. But in 12 years Yeah, she's still a little girl in my mind for 12 years..."

"Stop!" Zhang Jiuling interrupted him, and said directly, "You just can't imagine being in bed with someone who you remember as a little girl, can you?"

Wang Jiulong choked hard, bent over and coughed uncontrollably.

He blushed from coughing, and pointed at Zhang Jiuling: "Fuck...fuck you!"

Zhang Jiuling snorted and looked at him teasingly: "Tsk tsk tsk, Wang Jiulong, Wang Jiulong, bird! Beast!"

Wang Jiulong straightened up, calmed down, and said quietly: "Zhang Jiuling, don't let me pluck your hair in the audience."

Zhang Jiuling stood up, walked up to him, and patted him on the shoulder: "Brother, I didn't expect you to have today? It's not your style to be indecisive in love!"

Wang Jiulong patted his hand on his shoulder away irritably.

"Just say what I said, right?"

Wang Jiulong took a deep breath, glanced at him, and said nothing.

Zhang Jiuling said again: "My words are not rough. Ling Pan has changed so much, and your feelings for her will definitely not be the same as before. Think about it yourself. I don't believe it. Ling Pan's beauty, you Will you not be moved?"

Wang Jiulong bowed his head in silence for a moment, sighed, and said, "I see."

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Entering January, this day is getting more and more arrogant, and the cold wind is blowing. It's a pity that the three teams are sealing boxes in Harbin...

The heater in the backstage room was turned on to the maximum, and the team members clustered together and chatted.

Wang Jiulong lowered his head and played with his mobile phone. He scrolled through Weibo boredly, clicked on his super chat, and went around for a while, then searched for videos on the Internet to watch.

Zhang Jiunan, who was sitting beside him eating melon seeds, glanced at him, quietly moved the stool, moved to him, and looked at the content on his mobile phone.

With a slap, Zhang Jiunan grinned and covered his face, resentfully moving away from Wang Jiulong who was still watching the video with his head down.

"Damn it, Wang Jiulong! It's not good to be so violent!"

Wang Jiulong raised his head and looked indifferently at Zhang Jiunan who was about to cry. He straightened up and made Zhang Jiunan shiver.

Wang Jiulong stretched his right leg and hit it twice.

Zhang Jiunan bumped Zhang Jiuling who was next to him, and asked, "What's wrong with him? He's unusually silent."

Zhang Jiuling kowtowed the melon seeds, glanced at Wang Jiulong who was playing with his mobile phone with his head down, and said, "You will know in a few days."

"What?"

Zhang Jiuling and several team members got together and whispered a few words.

"Ah?! She's coming... Ugh!"

Zhang Jiunan exploded, several people collectively held him down and covered his mouth.

Wang Jiulong looked up at them, and several of them smiled at him bemusedly.