After marrying the richest husband

Since the venues for the first two performances of the program had already been negotiated to be held in other places, the trainees had to go to the venue for rehearsals in advance before each performance, thus wasting a lot of training time.

It wasn't until a few days before Sang Qiao's return that the venue for the third performance was finally settled and changed to the Central Stadium in Beicheng.

The content of the third performance will be broadcast live in the next program, so the training of all trainees during this period is also extremely intense.

The team led by Sang Qiao mainly dances and sings. In order to achieve a high degree of tacit understanding of the movements of all internal members, they spend relatively more time on dance practice.

therefore.

Sang Qiao saw Zhuang Hui often these days.

This can be said to make Sangqiao very, very depressed.

Ever since Zhuang Hui bumped into him with a hand injury last time, he followed Zhuang Hui back to the room and sprayed some alcohol on the way to get his medicine bottle back.

Almost every time the two meet.

Zhuang Hui would catch a time when no one was around, and Luo Li would tell Sang Qiao not to do strenuous stretching exercises for his hands, and whether he had taken the medicine according to the prescribed dosage.

Sang Qiao suspected that if it wasn't for the inappropriateness of picking up someone's clothes, Zhuang Hui might have put on a clairvoyant to monitor whether he would harm himself again.

But never mind—

Sang Qiao also understood that he might have frightened normal people, so he decided not to disappoint his good intentions and endured it.

Although it has been more than three days since the injury, the injury in the palm of the hand has healed slowly, coupled with a lot of training, it is easy to sweat, and the scab that had finally formed a scab opened several times with the dancing movements.

Before Sang Qiao complained of pain, Zhuang Hui, who came to guide the training, stopped first.

The accompanying music stopped.

Zhuang Hui glanced at the trainee in front of him: "Sang Qiao, come out."

For a moment, Sang Qiao thought that he had just trained and didn't do well enough to be taught by Zhuang Hui alone, so he shrank his neck and poked his head out from the side of the team: "Mr. Zhuang, are you going to scold me again?" ?”

Zhuang Hui: "..."

Zhuang Hui closed his eyes, and said helplessly: "No. The others rest at the same place for 5 minutes. Sang Qiao comes out."

Sang Qiao: "..."

Zhuang Hui's strictness is well-known throughout the show, and other trainees besides Sang Qiao were also called out by him to give advice.

So the other trainees in the team didn't think much about it, they sat down on the spot, and comforted Sangqiao by the way: "Go quickly, Mr. Zhuang dances really well, it should be because you were away for the past two weeks, and I want to give you a little help." You start a small stove."

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao didn't think that Zhuang Hui wanted to make trouble for him, but probably wanted to nag him again.

However, the other trainees are sincerely persuading him to go quickly, and don't make Zhuang Hui wait in a hurry.

Sang Qiao didn't know what to do, so he had to walk out of the training room with three steps and three turns.

Zhuang Hui was standing outside.

Perhaps it is for the convenience of teaching.

Zhuang Hui never wore the suit shirt that appeared on the show for the first time, but instead wore very casual clothes most of the time.

Today he changed into a hooded sweater, loose wide-leg pants, and a new hair color, looking young and handsome.

No wonder whether it is dancing or filming, it can attract so many diehard fans and little fans.

Sang Qiao glanced enviously at Zhuang Hui, then moved over to stand beside him step by step: "Mr. Zhuang, what do you want from me?"

The two were standing in the corridor.

Naturally, Zhuang Hui couldn't pull Sangqiao's arm, so he could only ask, "How's your hand?"

Sang Qiao subconsciously rubbed his palms on his trousers, and the wound was stung by the sweat in his palms.

He retracted his paws, and shook his head carelessly: "Hey, it's okay, Mr. Zhuang, it doesn't hurt!"

Zhuang Hui: "..."

Zhuang Hui's life has always been very meticulous, and he has developed some mild cleanliness since he was a child. Usually, whether he is filming or participating in programs, he basically carries alcohol and disinfectant gauze with his luggage for emergencies.

Take Sangqiao back to the room that day.

Zhuang Hui originally wanted to wrap the wound on Sangqiao's palm with gauze, but Sangqiao was only willing to spray alcohol to disinfect it no matter what, and he was unwilling to wrap the gauze if he was killed.

And Sang Qiao's reasoning is very awesome, as long as it is not covered with gauze, it will not be found by the camera, and if it is not found, it means that the wound does not exist.

Because no one knows.

Zhuang Hui: "..."

Zhuang Hui still hasn't been able to understand Sang Qiao's brain circuit, but he finds himself getting more and more worried.

Especially now that the training time is normal and the amount of exercise has increased dramatically, in case the wound is opened again and becomes inflamed...

Zhuang Hui sighed deeply, and he also felt that he had been a little long-winded recently.

He closed his mouth, took out a mobile phone from his pocket, and handed it to Sang Qiao: "This is for you."

Sang Qiao froze for a moment.

Since the thousand yuan Android phone fell to the ground twice in the past two days, Sang Qiao returned to the dormitory and worked very hard for half the night but failed to recover his old and weak machine. Time to buy a new phone.

Without the mobile phone, naturally there is no way to secretly chat with Fu Xingzhou.

However, the time difference between Fu Xingzhou and China is almost [-] hours recently, but Fu Xingzhou didn't notice anything abnormal after he didn't chat for two days.

What Zhuang Hui handed over was a blue cell phone, which looked brand new, even the outermost protective film hadn't been torn off, obviously it hadn't been used.

Probably because he didn't pick up Sangqiao.

Zhuang Hui frowned slightly: "Take it, wait until someone else sees it, the teacher blatantly takes the students to play with their mobile phones?"

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao's eyes were wide open, and he looked up at Zhuang Hui with a clear mind, and took a step to the side knowingly: "Then let me help you block others so that they can't see it?"

Zhuang Hui: "..."

Zhuang Hui stretched out his hand to help Fu's temple, tried his best to calm down again, and said to Sang Qiao, "I know your phone was broken before, so use it."

Sang Qiao hesitated and looked at the phone.

Today is nearly four days before the next break, and he has to wait until the break before he can buy a mobile phone.

Don't let Fu Xingzhou know yet.

Otherwise, Fu Xingzhou would definitely know about him hurting himself.

Then you will know that he is insane again.

Sang Qiao didn't want Fu Xingzhou to know that he was ill again.

Because obviously in Fu Xingzhou's eyes, he has improved a lot.

and so.

Sang Qiao felt that she really needed this phone.

But it is wrong to take others for nothing.

Sang Qiao pursed his lips, subconsciously reached out to touch his pocket, and found that there was no money in the trousers pocket of the clothes he was wearing today.

Sang Qiao thought for a while, and tentatively said to Zhuang Hui: "Mr. Zhuang, shall I buy a mobile phone from you? But I didn't take out any money today, so I can transfer money to you via WeChat or Alipay, is that okay?"

Zhuang Hui: "..."

Zhuang Hui was born in a very good family. In his living environment since he was a child, the price of a mobile phone is very low, which will not cause the slightest discussion at all, and there is no relationship between buying and giving.

However, he did not wait for him to refuse.

Sang Qiao took the mobile phone from Zhuang Huixuan's hand, logged into his account very quickly, and then opened the code scanning: "Mr. Zhuang, how much is this mobile phone, please scan your payment code for me Scan it?"

Zhuang Hui: "..."

Zhuang Hui was silent for a few seconds before actually taking out a QR code.

Sang Qiao scanned it and found that it was not a QR code for receiving money, but a QR code for adding friends.

Let’s do it, you can also add friends and transfer money.

Sang Qiao sent the verification information, and then glanced at Zhuang Hui's mobile phone screen: "Mr. Zhuang, I added you, please pass it, and I will give you the money for the mobile phone."

Zhuang Hui glanced at the time on the phone: "Go back to training first, I will take you back to change your medicine at night, let's talk about it then."

Sang Qiao: "???"

Why are there still people who are actively collecting money?

Sang Qiao took someone's mobile phone for nothing, owed him a favor, and failed to train well all day, so he waited to give Zhuang Hui money in the evening.

All trainees in Class A live in a big dormitory.

Even if no one knew about the last quarrel between Sang Qiao and Fang Yuzhou, other team members quickly discovered the subtle disharmony between the two.

Fang Yuzhou has a cheerful personality. Since the beginning of the recording of the program, it has been going smoothly, and his ranking has always remained in the top three. Although he is very popular and not arrogant, he is not very approachable. He rarely interacts with other people except for being close to Jiang Tong. People take the initiative to chat.

But it will never be the same for Sanqiao.

From the first episode of the show, Fang Yuzhou took the initiative to be Sang Qiao's dance partner, and went to Sang Qiao to talk to him when he had something to do. Since he trained in the same team, he helped Sang Qiao get water and food.

Not to mention the CP fans on the Internet, even the trainees are secretly discussing that the two of them might really be true.

However, these two days.

The two obviously had an argument.

Fang Yuzhou still went to talk to Sangqiao at every turn, and was not angry if he didn't get a response. He even prepared water for Sangqiao, and sometimes secretly brought milk tea for Sangqiao to drink.

But Sang Qiao never paid attention to Fang Yuzhou again, and even took the initiative to change the position of the dancer in his team, from the original position in the middle to the far side.

Gossip always travels faster than expected.

Today's training is over.

As soon as Sang Qiao stepped out of the training room, Jiang Tong stopped him at the door.

Displeasure and anger were written all over Jiang Tong's face: "Did you argue with Fang Yuzhou? Are you ignoring him?"

Sang Qiao rushed to ask the price of Zhuang Hui's mobile phone, but he was impatient to force Jiang Tong: "No, I have nothing to do with him, so there is no need to quarrel."

Sang Qiao was about to leave after speaking.

But Jiang Tong grabbed his sleeve and pulled him back. He said in a bad tone, "What do you mean? He chased you for so long, and you just said it's okay and dismissed him?"

Sang Qiao: "..."

After being discharged from the hospital, Sang Qiao's physical strength has not been able to keep up.

Coupled with today's intensive training, Sang Qiao was so tired that he couldn't walk even if he was dragged by Jiang Tong.

The two seemed to be confronting each other at the door of the training room.

Sang Qiao would rather die than bring out the messy things in his family, and being held back by Jiang Tong, he was so angry that he trembled for a moment: "Let go of your hands."

Jiang Tong refused to let go: "Fang Yuzhou treats you so well, why do you despise him and torture him like this?"

Sang Qiao's pale lower lip was bitten with a bloodstain: "I tortured him?"

Jiang Tong: "Otherwise?"

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao suddenly smiled.

He threw the training bag he was carrying on the ground, grabbed Jiang Tong's wrist, and said softly, "You'd better let go now, or I'll hit someone."

Jiang Tong's eyes changed.

Probably because he had never seen Sang Qiao's expression before, Jiang Tong's expression faltered for a few seconds, but he still didn't let go: "I will call the police if you hit someone, you don't want to advance to the stage in the show, do you?"

Sang Qiao tilted his head slowly.

He raised the hand on Jiang Tong's wrist, and then pressed down sharply.

There was only a crisp sound of joint dislocation and dislocation.

Before the person in front of him even had time to react, all the sensations in his body were covered by the huge pain.

Jiang Tong's hand that was holding Sang Qiao dropped suddenly.

His face turned pale, and he stared at Sang Qiao in disbelief: "How dare you?!! You wait for me to report to you—"

"You call the police."

Sang Qiao curled the corners of his mouth innocently, and there was a bright and nervous smile on his beautiful face, "You call the police and let the police arrest me, and see if the mentally ill will be caught in jail... huh?"

Jiang Tong froze.

The atmosphere was dead silent.

I do not know how long it has been.

Zhuang Hui, who had already left after the recording, went back and forth. After getting off the elevator, he saw two people standing at the door of the training room from a distance: "Sang Qiao?"

Sang Qiao seemed to be called back to his senses, subconsciously glanced at Jiang Tong in front of him, and pursed his lips: "If you like Fang Yuzhou, go after Fang Yuzhou, don't bother me anymore, be careful I will beat you."

Jiang Tong seemed to have been frightened stupid, until Sang Qiao ran towards Zhuang Hui and stood still.

Sang Qiao tried her best to adjust herself back to a normal-looking state, ran to Zhuang Hui, and shook her phone: "Mr. Zhuang, I'll give you the money quickly, and then you go back and rest quickly."

Zhuang Hui actually came back on purpose.

He looked at Sang Qiao, and then at Jiang Tong who was still standing at the door of the training room from a distance.

He seemed to want to ask something, but in the end he didn't speak.

thought for a moment.

Zhuang Hui still picked up the oldest topic: "How is your hand today, let me see."

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao was tired of being looked at. In order to save himself from being tortured, he took the initiative to spread his paws: "It's much better, Mr. Zhuang, look, it's recovering well, isn't it?"

Although most of the wounds had scabbed over, there were a few deeper wounds that were still shocking.

There are even a few scars that are not new at first glance.

Zhuang Hui frowned, and paused for a few seconds: "You don't train before seven o'clock tonight, and I'll take you to change your medicine again."

Sang Qiao: "?"

Sang Qiao didn't bother to spray alcohol to change her medicine.

Just about to find an excuse to say no, Zhuang Hui turned his head like a prophet: "After changing the medicine, I will charge you for the new mobile phone."

Sang Qiao: "..."

Come on, the creditor is the biggest.

Resigned to his fate, Sang Qiao followed Zhuang Hui with his head down, keeping a distance of one or two steps.

These few dressing changes successfully scrapped all the alcohol that Zhuang Hui had prepared in the room of the program group.

Fortunately, Zhuang Hui still has an apartment near the program building, and he plans to take Sang Qiao there directly, and come back together after changing the medicine.

The apartment is really close, and tools, alcohol, gauze, and iodine are all available.

Sang Qiao sprayed alcohol on his palms expressionlessly, and then sprinkled some Yunnan Baiyao given by Zhuang Hui like cumin.

In the end, I happily transferred mobile phone money to Zhuang Hui's WeChat, and felt that my day was very fulfilled.

Zhuang Hui originally planned to take Sang Qiao, who had just finished changing her medicine, to have a mild and light dinner, but Sang Qiao had to rush back to the program group.

Zhuang Hui reluctantly took Sang Qiao downstairs and got into the car again: "The order of the competition will be drawn tonight, and the training will start after nine o'clock. Why are you in such a hurry to go back?"

Sang Qiao sat on the co-pilot and stamped, and returned to Zhuang Hui when he found time: "Because the food in the cafeteria is delicious! It's spicy!"

Zhuang Hui: "..."

Zhuang Hui shook his head: "It's best not to eat spicy food for your wound. There's a good porridge shop nearby. Shall I take you to eat that?"

"No, no, no! I don't like porridge the most! That one can't get enough!"

Sang Qiao shook his head like a rattle, and after shaking, he smiled at Zhuang Hui again, "The main thing is that I want to go back and make a phone call with Fu Xingzhou soon."

Zhuang Hui: "..."

Zhuang Hui lowered his eyes and said nothing.

It gets dark early in winter in Beicheng.

Zhuang Hui took Sang Qiao home and returned to the program group. It was only around six o'clock in the evening, but it was already completely dark.

It happened that there was only one last space left in the parking lot.

Zhuang Hui reversed the car into the parking space and reminded Sangqiao to be careful when opening the door.

Sang Qiao ran so fast that by the time he rushed Zhuang Hui out of the car, he had already closed the co-pilot's door.

Zhuang Hui: "..."

Zhuang Hui shook his head.

Just as he was about to open the door and get off the car, he saw Sang Qiao, who had just walked to the front of the car, froze for a moment.

The underground parking lot of the recording building of the program group is very spacious, and the distance between the two parking spaces head-to-head can accommodate nearly two lanes.

Zhuang Hui followed Sang Qiao's line of sight and saw a car in the opposite parking space with its headlights on.

That car should be the oldest Land Rover, long ago off the production line into the ranks of antique cars.

Due to the scarcity of the quantity and the mechanization of the production at that time had not replaced the finishing work, the market price of this car had already been quarreled to sky-high prices, but there was still no market for it.

But now, the antique car with a market value of over [-] million violently shook its headlights a few times.

After a moment.

The door is open.

The tall and slender man was wearing an extremely elegant smoky silver suit, and his moccasins touched the ground silently.

He got down from the back seat of the antique car, lowered his head slightly and adjusted the watch on his lower wrist.

Then, he looked towards the parking space on the other side of the parking lot.

The man's voice was low and cold, with the alienation and dignity of being in a superior position all year round, and a trace of anger that was well hidden and almost invisible.

"Mr. Zhuang, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Fu Xingzhou looked at Zhuang Hui with a half-smile, and then moved his gaze to the side.

then.

He withdrew his gaze: "It seems that Mr. Zhuang has been troublesome to take care of Qiaoqiao these days. If there is anything you need, please feel free to ask. Even if you ask, Fu will agree."

Fu Xingzhou paused, and finally set his eyes on Sang Qiao: "Qiaoqiao, I'm back."