Days dominated by wife-watching demons

The intertwined breathing of the two gradually increased in temperature, just when An Jing thought that her patience was about to reach its limit and she did something irrational again, the phone in her pocket rang.

Ge Zijie relaxed the arms around An Jing's waist, "Who?"

An Jing's circle of friends is not clean, the numbers stored in her phone are only AXSY members and relatives of her aunt.

There's no way these people are calling so late.

An Jing also found it strange that her mobile phone was like a brick bought for thousands of dollars, and it seldom made any noise.

Wiping her hands, she took the phone out of her pocket. It was the first time she had seen the words on the screen.

'Dear fans'

It is estimated that Mo Xian also knew that he could not get An Jing's contact just by giving the business card. When he was in the waiting room at night, he directly took An Jing's phone and kept it for himself. Such a...shameless remark.

The peachy atmosphere surrounding the two instantly froze into ice cubes, as if they would shatter as long as they used a little more breathing power.

"Honey?" Ge Zijie bit An Jing's earlobe with his teeth and rubbed it, his tone was not too scary, but this rhetorical gesture still made An Jing feel trembling.

"I didn't save it." An Jing quickly separated the relationship.

Ge Zijie raised his chin, "Go ahead."

With a swipe of his finger, he entered the call interface. Ge Zijie stretched out his hand from behind, moving faster than speaking, and turned on the speakerphone.

"you do not mind."

An Jing shook her head. On the contrary, she cared more about Ge Zijie's thoughts. The feud between MK and AW was no secret in the circle. Last time, Ge Zijie told her not to interact with Mo Yan, and she started "communicating" with her. Jing panicked in her heart.

"Xiao Jing, are you asleep?"

Ge Zijie narrowed his eyes for this overly affectionate address, with an unhappy expression on his face.

"Not yet, is there something wrong with Mr. Mo?" An Jing replied respectfully.

The person on the other end of the phone laughed, and the voice came through the microphone, asking knowingly, "Director Ge is by your side?"

When he first got on the phone, Ge Zijie's "I don't mind!" Mo Yan didn't miss it, he heard it clearly.

"You live at her house?"

"no!"

Ge Zijie came over unhurriedly, and said into the microphone, "Yes, what's the problem?"

An Jing panicked, no matter how bad she was, she also knew that this matter could not be spread. If outsiders knew that the artists and directors of AW lived together, the headlines of the next day would definitely be dominated by the two of them.Taking a cautious look at Ge Zijie, he found that her expression was normal, without any expression of being threatened.

An Jing stared at her nervously, mouthing questions.

'What if she talks out! '

Ge Zijie shook his head, "If she spreads the word, I won't be able to bear fruit."

No matter how good-looking Mo Xian’s name is, it’s not his turn to be the head of MK. The main decisions still have to be made by the one above him, but Ge Zijie is different. The chairman intends to pass on the company to her, and he will retire in a few years , this position belongs to Ge Zijie. Although AW and MK are at odds on the surface, they cooperate a lot in private. She took the initiative to discredit Ge Zijie, which is tantamount to leading the entire MK and AW as enemies.

Mo Xian's tone was light and light, "Why do you want to live with such a boring person? If Xiao Jing has no place to live, I can help you arrange it."

Just as An Jing was about to refuse, she stretched her hand over her shoulder and took the phone away.

"My people don't need your troubles." Ge Zijie leaned his face against the phone, holding the phone with slender fingers, "Don't call her so late."

Mo Yan on the other side of the phone sneered, "You still don't let her sleep at such a late hour?"

An Jing listened from the side, feeling that the more she thought about the words, the more ambiguous they became.

"Well, but what does it have to do with you?"

Unexpectedly, Ge Zijie picked up the conversation so quickly, Mo Yan was rarely speechless, taking advantage of this gap, Ge Zijie pressed the hang up button.

An Jing didn't have the guts to look directly into her questioning eyes, turned around and pretended to be cooking noodles seriously.

After the noodles came out, she planned to fry two more poached eggs, "Director, do you eat well-cooked or runny?"

Seeing that she was devoting herself to these two bowls of noodles, Ge Zijie felt helpless as she didn't feel the sense of crisis that she should have when facing Mo Xian.

With such a reaction speed, it's no wonder that he can't understand his own thoughts now.

Rubbing An Jing's hair, she said: "Yellow."

An Jing nodded, and made herself a well-cooked one.

Auntie's broth tastes good, and the cooked noodles smell very appetizing. A few boiled emerald baby vegetables are spread on the top, and the golden-colored poached eggs look very attractive.

Before An Jing started, Ge Zijie picked up two bowls and put them on the coffee table in the living room. An Jing followed behind, holding up two heat-resistant gloves at a loss.

"Your hand isn't healed yet."

"Are you really taking care of me like Anyang?" Ge Zijie put the two bowls away steadily and then turned back to look at her, "If I say I have nightmares at night, do you still have to stay by my side?"

Not to mention, An Jing really did this kind of thing. When An Yang just came back, she was in a bad state of mind. Every time she fell asleep in the middle of the night, she cried and kept calling mom and dad. You need An Jing's company to sleep well.

"I don't care about you." An Jing shook her head.

But Ge Zijie really worried her. He was such a mature and neat person in handling official affairs, but when it came to daily life, it was difficult to get rid of his hidden childishness.

Picky eaters, short-sighted, stubborn, and the softness that is hard to detect under the cold appearance.

It was rare for Ge Zijie not to wear a suit today, and he sat cross-legged on the carpet, less serious and serious, and seemed much more intimate, "Don't, you better keep me in check."

An Jing especially wanted to say "How dare I", but when she met Ge Zijie's smiling eyes, she couldn't say a word.

This person is really good-looking. An Jing used to not be interested in all kinds of stars on TV, and even couldn't understand the crazy star-chasing classmates around her. Now she is slapped in the face.

Some people really just look at you with a smile like that, and they can take all your soul away.

"Eat, eat." An Jing also imitated her and sat down, the TV screen was still the stage of playing songs.

When I was living at my aunt’s house, she and Anyang often solved it by themselves outside, and they were in a hurry for dinner. They often settled it in two or three. They seldom watched programs while eating leisurely like they are now.

She always thought that with Ge Zijie's staid temperament, he would strictly abide by the rules of not talking when eating or sleeping, and would never do something like watch TV while eating.

"nervous?"

An Jing paused for a moment before realizing what Ge Zijie was asking herself, "Fortunately, I'm still not used to being on camera occasionally."

An Jing didn't know if Ge Zijie saw her interview in the waiting room. If she saw it, she would be very disappointed. Thinking of her, she asked, "Director, do I...have an ugly smile?"

Ge Zijie stopped chopsticks, and fixed his eyes on An Jing's face, seeing through her embarrassment.

An Jing pursed her lips, showing a weak smile, "Sister Xu arranged a set of characters for me, but no matter how much I practiced, I felt awkward."

"You don't need to make it according to the person." Ge Zijie put down his chopsticks, pushed An Jing's forehead hair back with his hand, clasped the back of her head with his palm and pulled her closer, "You are very pleasing in your original appearance."

Seeing what she said, An Jing finally felt relieved. She was worried that she would mess things up, but now it seems that Ge Zijie is not blaming herself for this.

"Eggs." Ge Zijie lowered his eyes, looking at the bite of eggs left in An Jing's bowl, "I want to eat."

An Jing took a look into Ge Zijie's bowl, obviously she still had more than half of it left, and... "Don't you like to eat runny food?"

"Occasionally I want to try something else."

An Jing quickly picked up the chopsticks and handed them to Ge Zijie with both hands, "Then you eat, I'm already full."

Ge Zijie didn't reach out to take it, but just moved his chin forward, the meaning was obvious.

An Jing picked up the remaining bite of egg and handed it to her mouth, the hand that stretched out the chopsticks was soft.

"Thank you."

"..."

After eating, An Jing wanted to get up to clean up the dishes, but Ge Zijie held her down, "Sit with me for a while."

It's strange to say that today is the first day of debut, and An Jing has been tense since the morning until late at night. She originally thought that she would fall asleep when she got home, but now she sat here with Ge Zijie for a while, and her spirits are actually very good , I didn't feel sleepy at all.

"Can I change the channel..." An Jing glanced at her, and she had to be more careful with her expression, "It always feels weird to see my own face on the screen."

An Jing just endured the discomfort just now and finished a bowl of noodles under the endless loop of the 3-minute stage performance, but according to her observation, Ge Zijie, who was next to him, had been watching with great interest, and every time the progress bar was pulled down and started, it seemed that there was nothing to eat. Seemingly staring at it.

Ge Zijie didn't speak, and pushed the things in his hand in front of her, "Change it yourself."

The TV is connected to Ge Zijie's laptop, and there are several rows of videos stored in a folder opened on the screen, which seem to be stage performances by AW company artists.

"Tang Tang saved it, and I will watch it occasionally." Ge Zijie explained from the side.

An Jing finally understood why it was rare to see AW artists paddling. Even the director came off the stage to supervise them personally. If she was caught, it would be fine.

Picked a long progress bar and clicked on it, because it contained a senior she was not familiar with, An Jing looked at it for a while, and began to take out her phone to review comments.

After the stage ended tonight, she found that the upper right corner of Weibo had changed to 999+, and the number of private messages and comments doubled instantly. Since she was sitting and doing nothing, she just took a look.

Ge Zijie put his hands on her hair one after another, because it has been bleached and dyed too many times, and it is not as smooth as before, and it is easy to tangle, but after rubbing the hair, it is still soft, and it feels good in the palm of the hand.

"What are you looking at?" Seeing that An Jing hadn't spoken for a while, Ge Zijie moved his body towards her.

"Comment." An Jing put the phone in front of her.

According to Xu Bai's instructions last night, each of them posted a selfie of their debut announcement, and now there are over ten thousand comments on this Weibo.

"Yeah." Ge Zijie moved his face to An Jing's side, and looked at it with her. Obviously, the shower gel in An Jing's room was also prepared by her, and it was the same type as his own, but the smell on her body was different, thinking so With that, she simply leaned her chin on An Jing's shoulder without any effort at all.

An Jing's sliding fingers stopped for a moment, and she started watching again after being reminded by Ge Zijie.

I have to say that some of the comments are really... unsightly.

'Nai Jing!Look at me, look at me, come and give mom a kiss! '

'Forget about the one upstairs, this woman is mine now. 'This comment also attached a picture, which is AXSY's album, she specially enlarged An Jing's face and made a big heart.

'I, me, me, I'm different, my body is delicate and soft enough to be pushed, the main dancer fucks me! '

An Jing stopped and clicked on this person's profile picture, it turned out to be a boy...

"Do you like this?" Ge Zijie's voice sounded next to his ears, and his deep voice followed the comment word by word: "You are delicate and soft so you can push it?"

"No, no, no! No!" An Jing shook her head like a rattle.

"Oh?" Ge Zijie raised an eyebrow and looked at her fixedly.

An Jing didn't know what to do, so she could only say in a low voice: "I really don't like this kind of..."

"Then which one do you like?"

An Jing glanced at Ge Zijie quickly, caught the smile in her eyes that hadn't faded away, and knew that she was playing tricks on her again.

He obviously said in such a firm tone last time that he liked her because he did that kind of thing to her, but now he pretends not to know anything and asks.

This man is too cunning...

"Blushing again? Master dancer."

Hearing Ge Zijie address her, An Jing's face burned, and this time even the roots of her ears were red, but Ge Zijie, who was leaning on her shoulder, was very happy to see her reaction, deliberately lowered his voice, and said with a chuckle: " Why didn't you answer my question."

The author has something to say: It’s not that I’m not that… (cough)…it’s Lao Ge’s hand that’s still not healed