Days dominated by wife-watching demons

After this scene, the role of the dancer is considered finalized, and soon it will be the day of filming the group show. An Jing has to pack up her things within a week and move in. This is already the deadline.

"Moving today?" Ge Zijie leaned against the door of An Jing's room to watch her pack her luggage.

An Jing squatted next to the suitcase. She didn't have many things to take away, and half of the suitcases were not full. "No, I'll prepare it in advance."

"Just bring these?" Ge Zijie walked in, opened the closet, and began to take out a set, "When you can't avoid wearing private clothes when filming group shows, I'll make them for you first, and then you can just wear the whole set."

An Jing put her hands on her knees, looked up at Ge Zijie's action of folding her clothes, and suddenly felt very good, "Okay."

Ge Zijie acted very quickly. He packed a large box for An Jing in ten minutes, and then walked to the dressing table, "I will also put the jewelry in the bag together, don't miss it."

"Yeah." An Jing nodded her head, looking at Ge Zijie's back with bright eyes, "Did you find that you talk more than usual today?"

Ge Zijie paused when he pulled the drawer, and said in an unnatural voice, "Really."

An Jing held back a smile, "Are you reluctant to let me go?"

An Jing didn't feel disappointed when she didn't get a response, it felt like she had glimpsed some secret, which made her feel very fresh.

"Aren't you pierced?" Ge Zijie looked at a drawer of ear clips, and then remembered that An Jing's earlobes were often red, and they were all with ear clips.

"Ah..." An Jing touched her earlobe, "No."

"Afraid of pain?" Ge Zijie turned to face her.

"That's not true, I just never thought about playing." An Jing snapped her fingers, "Actually, it's inconvenient to not have pierced ears. I always throw off the ear clips when I'm dancing. You have to bring me new ones."

Ge Zijie suddenly put down the thing in his hand and walked over, knelt down and pinched An Jing's ear to check, "Let me help you."

An Jing was startled, and almost fell down.

"Don't squat all the time, it's easy to hypoglycemia." Ge Zijie put his hand on her waist, "Don't you want it, ear piercing."

An Jing touched her earlobe subconsciously, it was hard to believe how it would feel if she got a needle there.

Ge Zijie said he was right, so he led An Jing out that afternoon and found a beauty salon he often visited.

An Jing didn't feel that she was about to have pierced ears until she sat on the chair and watched Ge Zijie put on gloves and fiddle with the alcohol instrument.

"Alcohol disinfection first, don't be nervous." Ge Zijie's voice was steady, with a touch of comfort, "I will try to hurry up to reduce the pain."

"Hmm." An Jing lowered her eyes, watching Ge Zijie take out an alcohol cotton ball.

The alcohol feels cold when it touches the skin, and after a while it evaporates and starts to heat up again.

Ge Zijie leaned down, and the tail of hair, which was slightly longer than before, was attached to An Jing's neck. It was so soft that it made people itchy. An Jing's eyelids trembled, but she didn't reach out to lift them away.

"Look at this position." Ge Zijie tapped An Jing's earlobe with a pen, held her face in his hands, and turned to the mirror with a very serious expression.

"Yes." In fact, there is no need to confirm, An Jing can trust Ge Zijie with all her heart, as long as she gives her everything is good, "Go ahead, I'm ready."

"Don't make it look like you're going to be tortured." Ge Zijie smiled, pinched An Jing's cheek, and unexpectedly found that it felt good, "Relax."

An Jing let out a long breath, "Go ahead."

I was fully prepared in my heart, but when Ge Zijie took apart the disposable ear piercer and sterilized the tip, An Jing's heartbeat still involuntarily accelerated, and she subconsciously stretched out her hand to grab Ge Zijie's clothes.

Ge Zijie lowered his eyebrows and took a look, then covered An Jing's eyelids with his hands, and said softly, "If you are afraid, just close your eyes."

"I'm not afraid." Saying so, An Jing quickly closed her eyes.

Feeling the slender eyelashes brushing against the palm of his hand, Ge Zijie smiled softly, and brought the ear piercer close to An Jing's right ear, "Don't move."

An Jing closed her eyes tightly, and the hand that was pulling Ge Zijie's clothes was so hard that it turned white, "Yeah."

Almost without any hesitation, Ge Zijie struck quickly. Before An Jing could react, she heard a click next to her ear, and then her earlobe became numb after a while.

Ge Zijie rubbed her neck twice with warm fingers, and asked, "Does it hurt?"

An Jing let out the breath pent up in her chest, felt it seriously, and shook her head, "It doesn't hurt, it's just a little numb."

With the experience of the first time, An Jing was not so nervous when playing the second one.

After the beating, Ge Zijie moved closer to An Jing's ear and examined it carefully. There was some redness around the white jade-like earlobe, but it was not excessively red and swollen. It was a normal phenomenon, "The position is not crooked, take a look."

An Jing took the mirror, and the ear needles from the ear piercer were already stuck on the earlobe, and a little silver was dotted on the earlobe, which was strange and novel. She held the mirror and looked at it for a long time, but the excitement still couldn't dissipate .

"Don't touch it with your hands." Ge Zijie grabbed An Jing's hand touching her earlobe, "Remember to apply ointment every night when you go back, otherwise you will get an infection."

Originally, she didn't need to order this at all, and Ge Zijie could just do it by himself, but after two days, An Jing had to live in the dormitory to film a group show, so she might not be able to see her every day.

"I know."

After getting her ears pierced, An Jing's mood completely rose to a new level, and her appetite, which had been lacking all along, was instantly aroused.

Turning out of the store is the commercial area, and then up is the restaurant area on three floors.

"What to eat."

Ge Zijie is determined to gain a sense of accomplishment in fattening An Jing, but so far, he has not gained much of this sense of accomplishment. No matter how fed the person next to her is, he doesn't grow much meat. He has been selfish since before his debut. Food, the weight has only increased by a kilogram until now, and it is not very visible to the naked eye.

"Eat everything." An Jing was in a good mood, even with the corners of her mouth raised.

This appearance is rare, Ge Zijie squeezed her palm hard, "Then go to the one I often go to, their fish soup is pretty good."

An Jing is not picky about food, and she doesn't have any special preferences. It's just that her mother used to pick fish bones for her when she was a child, so she has a little special affection for fish.

The atmosphere of the restaurant is very quiet. There is a table at the innermost side of the gate, and a piano is placed on it. There is a girl in a white dress sitting there. The distant and melodious sound of the piano flows out from under her flexible fingers, which makes people feel like eating. Also got better.

"This beef is good, do you want to try it?" Ge Zijie took the menu and asked An Jing's opinion.

"You order, I'm not picky eaters."

After all, this was the first time they had dinner together outside. Before, they were afraid of being gossiped at the company, and An Jing felt guilty even when they met face to face. Dare to hold hands.

The waiter quickly brought up a bottle of aperitif wine. The transparent glass bottle contained a champagne-colored liquid. As soon as the cork was opened, small bubbles began to bubble.

"You don't drink well, so drink this first." Ge Zijie raised his glass and touched An Jing's.

Speaking of drinking, An Jing's ears turned red. After all, she was once controlled by alcohol and did such "rebellious" things.

It's just that when she thinks about it now, she doesn't feel regretful that she can take that step, otherwise she would never be able to get a response from this person.

I took a mouthful of sparkling wine and put it in my mouth. The fragrant sweetness was wrapped in small bubbles and exploded on the tongue, which was a bit prickly. When the cold liquid slid down my throat, there was still some fruity aroma in my mouth. .

"Next is free time. If any guest wants to borrow this piano, they can use it freely." The girl on the stage finished playing a piece and stood up.

An Jing looked at the white piano in front of her. She had seen her mother play it a few times when she was a child. At that time, she only felt that the tedious fingering was too troublesome to learn, so she didn't learn from her mother. Now, watching others play it calmly, she started to play it. Some envy.

"look at me."

"Ok?"

An Jing looked over after hearing the words, and saw that Ge Zijie who was sitting opposite had stood up and walked towards the stage. Other guests in the hall applauded her. Many people put down the tableware in their hands and turned to look at the stage.

Ge Zijie's palm was born bigger than the average girl's, and when he put his well-articulated hand on the black and white piano keys, it was set off to be slender and beautiful.

The prelude flows out from under her dancing fingers. It is An Jing's familiar tone. In the past, her mother always used this song to lull her to sleep. An Jing said that she didn't take the initiative to listen to this song for a long time. She was always afraid that she would think of her parents. Existence, but now, she blinked, trying to see Ge Zijie's tall and straight back clearly from her blurred vision.

Now, she already has someone by her side.

After the song was over, Ge Zijie stood up, picked up the microphone, and his deep voice came out from the electronic speaker: "This song is dedicated to my girl, I love you."

What she said in English was not as direct as her mother tongue, but it was romantic as it should be.

An Jing bit her lip, her eyes were glued to the figure of the person on the stage, her eyes were moist after looking at that perfect profile for a long time.

What should I do, she really likes this man.

Because of this little episode, when the two left, many people turned their attention to them, worried that they would be recognized, so An Jing pressed down on the edge of her hat, and pulled Ge Zijie away quickly.

When they turned around, both of them ignored a table of young high school students in the corner, pointing their mobile phones at them, and the flash flashed several times.

Originally, she just wanted to go home quickly, but when she saw a mugshot machine at the door, An Jing hesitated a bit.

She and Ge Zijie have known each other for so long, it seems that they have never had a photo taken together.

I don't know if it's because she's getting more courageous, or because she knows that Ge Zijie is a little indulgent to her, An Jing offered to propose, "Let's go and shoot that."

Ge Zijie moved his eyes to the machine, and was frowning at the special effects of cats and dogs pasted on the side, his expression not very good.

"We've never taken a photo together before. I want to take one and take it to the dormitory." An Jing scratched Ge Zijie's palm. This move is often used by the other party on her, but now it's her. I think it's quite handy, "I can look at it when I miss you."

As soon as this coquettishness was thrown out, An Jing herself blushed.

"If you want me to call, I can pick you up right away. Anyway, the dormitory is next to the company." Ge Zijie returned, but followed An Jing into the machine.