Days dominated by wife-watching demons

Although the remaining two had been with Xu Bai for a long time, it was the first time that Xu Baifa was so angry. It is estimated that she was the only manager in the whole company, who dared to do such a domineering thing like slapping a trainee.

Lin Wanchu's expression became unbelievable, "Impossible, impossible, Director Ge values ​​strength the most, and it took me so long to get her approval, how could she let a vase replace me!"

Xu Baifa seemed much calmer after getting too angry. He rubbed his joints with his left hand and said, "You are in a bad mood today, go back to the dormitory and rest."

After that, no matter whether Lin Wanchu was willing or not, Xu Bai directly grabbed her collar and walked out, it was hard to see that Wenwen and her quietness had such great strength.

After such a fuss, An Jing sensitively noticed that the atmosphere in the practice room had started to freeze. Song Fan, who was still able to initiate a conversation with her, turned cold and stood away from An Jing and began to practice on her own.

An Jing was still debating whether to take the initiative to explain that when she and Ge Zijie had no such dirty relationship, Xu Bai who had settled down Lin Wanchu came back again.

"Hurry up and practice hard, the debut assessment is coming soon, don't think that everything will be fine if you are the AXSY candidates selected by the company, if you are not compared to others in the debut assessment, then the result will be the same as Lin Wanchu, and you will still not be able to debut." Xu Bailian Without a trace of sympathy for Lin Wanchu, he continued to follow the script and said: "An Jing's current position is the main dancer, and the vacant front-line candidate has already been selected. I will report next week, and then don't let me see you as the main dancer again. Do things in my face."

"What's wrong with the company? The vase was just stuffed into our group, and it turned out not enough, so I want to stuff another one non-stop." Song Fan whispered with a dark face: "The debut assessment is going to be this weekend, and the newcomer will come next week. Why don't you go through the back door clearly?"

Xu Bai typed a folder on her head, "Especially you, take good care of the newcomers when you are the oldest, and tell An Jing about the assessment questions later, supervise everyone's practice and don't be lazy."

"Understood..." Song Fan puffed up his face, but still didn't have the guts to refute Xu Bai.

"Practice when you know it!"

Xu Bai turned around and handed An Jing a piece of paper, "This is the course arranged for you. Before the debut assessment, you can follow the above lessons and go to each classroom to practice. After the assessment, it will be arranged again for you."

"Thank you, sister Xu." An Jing followed others and called Xu Bai sister.

Fortunately, the three of them need to strengthen different items, which leads to different practice courses assigned by the company. An Jing no longer needs to stay in this suffocating room in the afternoon.

AW's teaching speed is obviously faster than that of outsiders, and the level of teachers and students is relatively high. Fortunately, An Jing's memorizing movements are relatively fast, and it is not difficult to follow the class at all.

An Jing got used to it all afternoon and could almost figure out the teacher's class rhythm. Seeing that it was almost time for Anyang Kindergarten to finish school, she went up to ask her for instructions: "Teacher, I have something to do, can I go now."

This teacher also knows some of An Jing's background, she is a trainee hired by Director Ge himself, and she has been very serious in class just now, she will treat such a student with a better tone, "The class is over, if you have something to do, you can't stay Go back after practice, but remember to go through the movements before going to bed at night."

"Okay, thank you teacher." An Jing bowed to the teacher, and walked outside. It only takes ten minutes to take the bus from the company to the kindergarten in Anyang, but if she can't catch up with the class, she will have to wait a long time.

Panting and running to the platform, I realized that the mobile phone in my pocket was vibrating wildly, and I took it out to see that it was an unfamiliar number.

"Sister! Help, I've been kidnapped!"

An Yang's shout came through the receiver, and An Jing's heart suddenly panicked.

"Please don't be afraid, Miss Anyang, we are good people."

There are a few villains who would openly say that they are villains, and An Jing didn't believe the words of the mobile phone owner at all.

"What do you want to do?"

The voice on the other side was very polite, and it was obvious that he had received good quality training. At the same time, facing An Jing's questioning and An Yang's noise, his tone was still polite, "We are just following the orders of the young lady, and we are here to invite Miss Anyang to visit the villa. , You should have finished practicing by now, and we have also sent a driver to pick you up, where are you now?"

It seems that the other party is well aware of her whereabouts and family background, but An Jing doesn't understand why they kidnapped An Yang, and she is a trainee who is so poor that she still owes the company a year's salary, what is it worth taking this risk for them.

"bus stop."

As soon as An Jing finished speaking, she saw a middle-aged man in a vest and suit getting out of a black car parked across the road. His warm face looked completely different from the vicious gangster An Jing imagined.

"Miss An Jing, please get in the car."

Seeing that the kidnapper was standing on the busy road and shouting his name loudly, not at all like the cautious murderer in the movie, An Jing felt even more strange.

Still getting into the car, An Jing was not short, but she was extremely petite sitting between two burly men.

"Don't hurt Anyang, I will agree to whatever you miss wants." This was the first sentence An Jing said when she got in the car.

The middle-aged man sitting in the co-pilot turned his head with a smile, "Miss An Jing, you misunderstood, the eldest lady told us to take good care of Miss Anyang, how could we hurt her."

She really knows how to put on airs, as long as she doesn't see An Yang intact, An Jing won't believe what other people say.

"Miss An Jing, please come inside." The middle-aged kidnapper was very polite. When he arrived at the place, he got out of the car first, with one hand behind his back, and the other extended forward in a guiding gesture.

An Jing was impatient to see Anyang, she didn't care to complain about the strange behavior of the kidnappers, and ran quickly to the gate of the villa.

"Anyang!"

"Sister, you are here."

"you……"

"Handsome brother said this is a cheesecake, it's super delicious! Sister, do you want to have a bite?"

An Jing stood where she was, still breathing, but was so surprised by the scene in front of her that her expression was about to collapse.

She was worried about the little Lolita, who was sitting happily on the well-made wooden chair at this time, stuffing a sweet cake into her mouth with a happy face, and her two vacant short legs swayed in a cheerful rhythm.

The most terrible thing is that the middle-aged man she mistook for the kidnapper just now stepped forward very kindly and gently wiped the cream off Anyang's mouth with a white handkerchief, just like a warm picture.

"Miss An Jing must be hungry after training for so long. If there is anything you want to eat, I can tell the kitchen to make it now." The middle-aged man walked up to An Jing and said to her: "Missy is busy with work, so I can't be on time today. Come back for dinner and tell you to eat first."

If An Jing was born in this luxurious villa, it might be easier to understand what he said, but the problem is, it's the first time she's seen these people in this place, why does this person seem to leave her here after dinner? , as it should be.

"Who is your eldest lady?" An Jing wondered how many people she knew around her could afford to live in such a villa.

"The artist director of AW, Ge Zijie." The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes again, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth seemed to have been measured with a ruler, keeping the same height as every time he smiled before, "I am the housekeeper hired by the eldest lady, my surname is Chen, other people usually call me Uncle Chen, if you don't mind, you can also call me that."

"Director?"

An Jing felt that the current situation was becoming more and more difficult to understand why Ge Zijie suddenly invited herself to her home as a guest.

Uncle Chen saw that An Jing hadn't spoken for a long time, so he thought she was looking for Ge Zijie again, "Missy sent a message saying that she will be back around 06:30, do you want to wait for her to come back before eating?"

"No, I want to go back." An Jing walked to Anyang who was eating with gusto, took away the fork in her hand, and hugged him in her arms, "Go, say goodbye to uncle."

Anyang reluctantly watched the delicious cake drift away from him, and obediently waved at the men in suits in the room, "Goodbye, uncle."

"Miss An Jing."

The smiling Uncle Chen blocked the door, holding a mobile phone in his hand, "Miss asked you to listen to the phone."

An Jing glanced at Uncle Chen's expression. Although she smiled gently, An Jing knew that if she didn't answer, he would definitely not let her go away.

"Hello."

"It's me." With two simple words and a unique tone, An Jing immediately confirmed that Ge Zijie was really on the other side of the phone.

"Director, what's going on..."

"AW is obliged to help the contracted trainees and artists to solve the problem of food and lodging, and you will live in that villa with Anyang from now on." Ge Zijie's voice sounded calm, as if this was not unreasonable at all.

"Really! Then Anyang can eat cake every day?"

An Jing glared at her, "Don't eat too much sweet, you have a bad stomach."

"Oh." Anyang pouted and lowered his head.

After solving the troublesome little girl, An Jing turned her attention back to the phone again, "Director, thank you for your kindness, but as far as I know, there is no company in the circle whose trainees are treated so well."

While speaking, An Jing looked around the hall with her gaze, not to mention how expensive the full set of wooden tables, chairs, leather sofas would be, just this wallpaper with fine patterns, one square meter can cover her food for a month fee.

"I'll tell you the details when I get back. First, let Uncle Chen instruct the kitchen to cook for you."

"Can--"

The director is worthy of being the director, and his usual vigorous and decisive actions can always be of the best use at the most critical time. Before An Jing could say a word, she was stuck on the other end of the phone line.

Turning his head, it was Uncle Chen's narrowed smiling eyes again, "What would Miss An Jing want to eat?"

"No, I'll sit and wait for the director to come back."

An Jing said that sitting was really sitting, and she didn't make any other movements. For an hour and a half, she just sat on the sofa without moving, staring at the gate, like a statue of wood.

And Chen Bo on the side was obviously of a higher rank, he stood and waited with An Jing for an hour and a half.

Finally, when it was getting dark, the sound of a car engine came from outside the door, An Jing clenched her fists on her knees, and a nervous look appeared on her face.

"Miss, welcome home."

The slender figure who was waiting for An Jing appeared at the door, her fingers wearing silver rings were resting on the buttons of the coat, she shook her shoulders, handed the coat she took off to Uncle Chen, and followed her to roll up the sleeves, Showing her smooth forearm, she walked towards An Jing.

An Jing stared at her and subconsciously moved her buttocks to make room for her.

So weird.

An Yang was sitting with his little feet up and watching TV, the sound of cartoons was playing loudly on the TV, and in such an environment, sitting next to An Jing was the unsmiling director.

It looks as if she is a wife who is waiting for her husband to return.

No, no!

An Jing realized that her thoughts were starting to drift in an irrelevant direction, so she immediately stopped such outrageous fantasies.

"Tell me, what do you want to ask?" Ge Zijie smoothed the wrinkles on his clothes and sat down next to An Jing, with his hands naturally placed on his lap, in a relaxed sitting posture without losing his posture.

An Jing looked at this person's ordinary face, and almost doubted her own cognition.