After marrying the richest husband

Although the third performance was just the day after tomorrow, Sang Qiao still had a good night's sleep, and even woke up the next day feeling sweet in his heart.

Even waking up to turn on the water, bumping into Fang Yuzhou just after leaving the dormitory door didn't affect his good mood.

Fang Yuzhou was still wearing the pajamas he usually slept in at night, and only put on a coat hastily.

When I met Sang Qiao face to face at the door.

I don't know if it was because of the cold or other reasons, but Fang Yuzhou's entire face was blue.

Sang Qiao covered his mouth and let out a big yawn, took the initiative to take a step to the side, and let Fang Yuzhou open a few doors.

Fang Yuzhou: "..."

Fang Yuzhou's lips opened and closed twice, as if he wanted to say something, but he still couldn't say it.

In the end, Fang Yuzhou bypassed Sangqiao and walked into the dormitory, ending the relatively silent scene between the two.

There is heating in Beicheng in winter, and the dormitory has already provided heating.

Sang Qiao's body was hot from sleep, and when Fang Yuzhou walked over, he carried the chill of the severe winter outside.

It was still dark, and the other trainees in the room were still asleep.

Sang Qiao shrunk his neck, and subconsciously turned his head to look at Fang Yuzhou who walked in through the dim light from the corridor. He watched Fang Yuzhou walk to his bed in silence, stood still for a while, changed his slippers, and said nothing. He climbed into bed restlessly.

Sang Qiao: "..."

Okay, maybe he just came back from sleepwalking.

It is not much different from the fixed alarm time for the trainees to get up in the morning.

Sang Qiao didn't intend to go back to the bed, and took out his face and teeth brushing utensils from under the bed lightly, holding them in his arms and being the first to occupy the bathroom.

07:30 in the morning.

Trainees have breakfast on time.

The gloomy atmosphere when I got up had gradually dissipated. The trainees of Class A who were sitting in the cafeteria looked at each other for a while, and finally found out that there was something wrong between Fang Yuzhou and Sang Qiao.

Although Sang Qiao had unilaterally refused to communicate with Fang Yuzhou for many days before this, Fang Yuzhou had been persevering in talking to Sang Qiao, as if he didn't care about Sang Qiao's cold face.

And today.

It is normal for Sang Qiao to ignore Fang Yuzhou completely.

What's abnormal is that Fang Yuzhou was also silent as if he had swallowed nearly eighteen weights. Since he woke up in the morning until now, he has hardly said a word.

Guo Pengfei made eye contact with the trainees sitting around him, and made a choice between Fang Yuzhou and Sang Qiao: "Qiaoqiao, did you quarrel with Fang Yuzhou?"

This morning, the cafeteria aunt not only brought a big spoonful of old godmother to Sangqiao as usual, but also gave him some small pickles made by herself, and gave Sangqiao two more when making the rolls.

Sang Qiao slept well last night, and ate well today, his two cheeks gurgled for a while like a hamster hoarding food, and raised his head in doubt: "Huh?"

Guo Pengfei: "..."

It doesn't look like a quarrel at all.

However, among the trainees in Class A, there is only one left, Guo Pengfei, and Sang Qiao, who has the friendship of former Class F classmates.

Under the crazy hints from other team members, Guo Pengfei had no choice but to ask again: "Qiaoqiao, did you quarrel with Brother Yuzhou?"

Sang Qiao: "...cough cough cough cough!"

Sang Qiao choked on the flower roll in his mouth, almost choking himself to death.

Probably because the chili powder had entered the trachea, Sang Qiao couldn't stop coughing, and even his face slowly turned red.

Fang Yuzhou, who was originally sitting next to the Sang Bridge, also changed his usual seat this morning.

He raised his head slightly from the tray in front of him, his eyes fell on Sang Qiao for a few seconds, and he said, "No."

Guo Pengfei: "?"

Guo Pengfei was a little confused, but at least he got a reply from the person concerned, and quickly confirmed, "Really, Brother Yuzhou?"

Sang Qiao's heart-piercing coughing finally stopped, tears came out of the coughing, grabbed the water glass next to him and took a few sips of water.

Fang Yuzhou's gaze shifted back to Sang Qiao again.

He paused, reached out and pushed the clean napkin on his plate along the tabletop to Sangqiao, and answered Guo Pengfei's words by the way: "No really."

Sang Qiao: "..."

On Sangqiao's breakfast plate, there was also a boiled egg, half a spoonful of Laoganma and the last remaining flower roll.

The tissue that Fang Yuzhou pushed over stopped in front of Sangqiao's tray.

Sang Qiao held his dinner plate with both hands and pulled it towards him, straightened his back to make himself comfortable, and said to Guo Pengfei: "If there is any quarrel or not, it's just an ordinary teammate relationship, don't you think about it carefully Exercise carefully and wait for Teacher Zhuang to punish you again!"

Guo Pengfei was a music student, and his dancing skills were originally the weakest in class A. After joining Sangqiao's performance team, Zhuang Hui was often pulled out of the team for individual training.

Zhuang Hui has always been strict, and he is even more unceremonious when training trainees for men.

Guo Pengfei's face changed when he heard it, and he put his palms together and bowed to Sangqiao: "Qiaoqiao, you have a good relationship with Mr. Zhuang. Today, you must intercede for me and ask Mr. Zhuang to spare my dog's life!"

Sang Qiao put the rest of the old godmother into the flower roll and swallowed it, and said ruthlessly: "It's a good relationship, I'm not in the same place, let's be blind and get scolded together."

Guo Pengfei: "..."

Sure enough, after eating, it was time for training.

Guo Pengfei was again indiscriminately attacked by Zhuang Hui from actions to emotional expressions to body language.

The repertoire chosen by the Sangqiao team this time is fast-paced dance music, which requires high proficiency and standard of movement.

Zhuang Hui stopped a movement, then moved away from the mirror, and walked in front of the trainees to correct the final movements.

Go to the front of Sangqiao.

Zhuang Hui paused, and looked down at Sang Qiao's hand: "Is the injury healed?"

Sang Qiao tried his best to answer while keeping kicking his legs: "It's almost better, Mr. Zhuang."

Zhuang Hui seemed to have something to say, considering that the others hadn't said anything yet.

until the end of training.

Sang Qiao was about to follow the other trainees out of the training room.

Zhuang Hui, who was packing his things on the small podium, suddenly stopped him.

The morning is the last training of the program group in the training room before the performance. After lunch at noon, all the trainees will go to the stadium by car for rehearsal.

Sang Qiao was in a hurry to eat, so he quickly turned his head: "Mr. Zhuang, what's the matter?"

Zhuang Hui's coat was casually placed on the dance pole in the training room.

He walked to his coat, reached out and took out something from it, paused for a while, then walked over and handed it to Sang Qiao: "Here."

It's a small translucent brown glass bottle.

Sang Qiao glanced at the bottle curiously: "Mr. Zhuang, what is this?"

Zhuang Hui loosened the thing again: "I wanted to give it to you before, but I never had a chance. It is my friend's scar removal cream from the Institute of Traditional Chinese Medicine. It seems to be quite effective, so I brought you a bottle."

Sang Qiao spread out his two palms and looked at them carefully, then turned them over to Zhuang Hui, and said with a smile: "Thank you, Mr. Zhuang, but no need, anyway, they are all palm prints, and there are actually no scars." .”

Zhuang Hui looked down.

The hideous wound has turned into a light brown slender scar over time, and it should be able to return to its original appearance as long as the scab falls off.

Zhuang Hui suppressed his expression, and said calmly, "Are you sure you don't need it?"

"No."

Sang Qiao put his hands back into his pockets, and showed a big smile to Zhuang Hui, "Mr. Zhuang has worked hard to guide us during this time, and you helped me when my hand was injured before. You are really the second nicest person I have ever met! "

Zhuang Hui clenched the medicine bottle in his palm and put it in his pocket: "Really? Who is the number one good guy?"

Sang Qiao's eyes were direct and pure, he met Zhuang Hui's gaze without any hesitation, and said without concealment: "That must be Fu Xingzhou, Mr. Zhuang, I told you secretly, don't tell others!"

Zhuang Hui was silent for a few seconds: "Fu Xingzhou?"

"correct."

Sang Qiao straightened his clothes, and said to Zhuang Hui seriously, "Fu Xingzhou is really a nice person, although he may look a bit cold, but he is the best person in the world to me."

Although occasionally, the bed is a bit fierce.

Sang Qiao curled his lips, and added honestly: "Although he has a little bit of trouble, there is still no one better than him. Teacher Zhuang, this is what I don't represent myself. Sex! Maybe you are the number one good person in the eyes of others!"

Zhuang Hui glanced at Sang Qiao.

The training room in the recording and broadcasting building has old-fashioned windows and poor lighting, so as long as someone is training, the lights are turned on almost seamlessly.

The bright light is printed on the polished wooden floor and refracted from the wooden floor.

Finally, it was reflected in Sang Qiao's beautiful eyes.

Those eyes were really brighter than any light, especially when Fu Xingzhou was mentioned.

Zhuang Hui sighed quietly, and asked softly: "Sangqiao, sometimes, there are not only two people in the siege of love. Are you so sure that Fu Xingzhou must be the most suitable person for you?"

This sentence seems very philosophical.

Sang Qiao is not good at reading books, and generally he is not very good at such philosophical words.

He opened his round eyes and reacted for a while, then nodded clearly: "Mr. Zhuang, are you worried about your new play? I have seen that kind of love triangle script before, bad! But I may I can't give you an opinion, because Fu Xingzhou is the only one who loves me in this world, so there can't be a love triangle."

Zhuang Hui: "..."

For a moment.

Zhuang Hui felt that Fu Xingzhou must have worshiped all the Yuelao temples in his previous life before he finally asked for Sangqiao.

Draw the ground as a prison.

Zhuang Hui shook his head, put the remaining things into his bag, and said to Sang Qiao, "It's okay, I've decided to give up that drama. Let's go to dinner, the performance will be performed tomorrow, come on."