worn after Zha Shouzuo's death

Ji Huai and Song Ci still went to work together.

This is the second time Song Ci has taken his car.

After sleeping in his bed, eating his meal, and riding in his car again, Song Ci felt like he was eating soft food for no reason.

But why don't you want to refuse at all?

Song Ci felt that it was necessary for him to reflect.

Seeing that the company's door was close at hand, Song Ci accumulated courage all the way, and finally stammered: "Well, this is not too much trouble for you, or else?"

Ji Huai drove the car into the parking lot, and then turned off the engine. Hearing this, he turned his head to look at him: "Or else?"

I don't know why, but Song Ci felt nervous when he was in the same space as Ji Huai, and his whole body was uncomfortable. All he could think about was the kiss from last night and this morning.

But Song Ci didn't even dare to ask a question back. Now that he heard Ji Huai's question, his courage quickly dissipated, and he was very flustered: "I, I mean, I have troubled you for the past two days. Treat yourself to a meal"

"Are you going to eat?" Ji Huai's lips curled up, seeing him cowardly like a trembling rabbit, suddenly feeling sick in his heart, he leaned over and approached Song Ci little by little, "What do you eat? "

Seeing Ji Huai approaching, Song Ci became more nervous, even his toes were tense, and his whole body was like a string. He staggered his eyes and said incoherently: "What do you want to eat?"

Ji Huai approached him, put his hands on his shoulders, his breath was almost on the side of his face, and there was a faint smile in his voice: "What do you think I want to eat?"

Song Ci's whole body was almost about to explode, and he huddled in the seat motionless, almost embracing himself into the back of the chair, looking pitiful: "I don't know"

If you continue to tease, it is estimated that you will cross the line.

Ji Huai held back his laughter, stepped back a little, gave him room to breathe, and said meaningfully: "Then think about it carefully."

Song Ci grabbed the seat belt and stared blankly at him: "..."

Ji Huai stared at him closely: "I'll wait for you at noon, if you can't figure it out, just send me a message."

Song Ci was stupid and hadn't reacted yet: "Why did I send you a message?"

Ji Huai smiled: "Tell you the correct answer."

Song Ci's eyes were almost dazzled by his laugh, and he started to faint again.

***

Practice is still in full swing today.

This is probably the life of a trainee, day after day.

Song Ci was a little absent-minded all morning, and finally the teacher yelled to stop, and it was time for a break.

Zheng Nian threw a bottle of hot milk tea over, sat beside him, opened his own bottle and took a sip, sighed contentedly, turned his head to look at Song Ci, and clicked his tongue: "Friend, what's going on with you today? ah?"

Song Ci's state today is not as good as before, everyone can see this.

Song Ci covered his face with his hands, and took a deep breath: "I will adjust."

"You weren't like this before," Zheng Nian collapsed on the ground, resting his hands on his arms, looking up at him sideways, "My friend, tell the truth."

Song Ci unscrewed the bottle cap and started drinking milk tea.

Zheng Nian suddenly got up abruptly, and approached him eeriely: "Could it be that you're in a relationship?"

"puff--"

Song Ci was almost choked, coughed violently, his face flushed, he turned his head, and wiped his mouth with his hand: "You, what are you talking about?"

"Oh." Originally, Zheng Nian was just trying to trick him, but when he saw his reaction, his expression changed subtly. He raised his eyebrows, showing a standard expression of eating melons, "Is there a problem?"

Song Ci denied Sanlian without even thinking about it: "It's not that I don't have one!"

But in sharp contrast to this is the beating heart, as if holding a rabbit.

Why does he think of Ji Huai so often?

Why did his kiss and his sudden approach in the car keep haunting his mind?

Every detail seems to have been magnified by someone with a magnifying glass, magnified countless times, and then hundreds of times and thousands of times are tumbling in the mind, disturbing the mind.

The most important thing is that Ji Huai has not given him any explanation so far.

Why did he kiss him?

Zheng Nian's heart to eat melons became stronger, and the two brothers seemed to put their arms around his shoulders, approached him, and said with great interest: "Tell me, I won't say it."

Song Ci is in a mess right now, he has to calm down and force himself not to think about these things anymore, he still needs to practice, it is unknown who will get the chance to debut this time, everyone is determined Practice hard, he can't fall, let alone hold everyone back.

Hearing Zheng Nian's continued questioning, his heart was so flustered that it almost jumped out of his chest, he struggled a bit, and tried to cover it up with a joke: "It's really not."

"Leniency for confession, strictness for resistance!" Zheng Nian quarreled with him, "Quickly explain."

The other people in the group noticed their movement and gathered around curiously: "What's the matter? Explain what?"

Zheng Nian was pressing on Song Ci's body, forcing him to submit, and replied with a smile: "Xiao Ci is in love~"

At this moment, everyone's mood is: "!!!"

You know, Song Ci has a good figure, good looks, and good personality. He is like an unattainable flower. It is very good for ordinary people to be friends with him. What kind of god can fall in love with him and earn him? In the bag?

Everyone gathered around with more interest and asked questions in a hurry.

All of a sudden, the practice room was as lively as a flower and bird market.

Song Ci was held down by everyone, like a dying chick.

Several people were making a scene here when suddenly the door of the practice room was knocked several times.

Everyone got up from the ground in a well-trained manner and scattered around as if nothing had happened.

The dance teacher looked at Song Ci solemnly: "Come out, I have something to ask you."

"Isn't it? Just because you're not in a good state of practice, just chatting with you alone?" Zheng Nian turned his head to look at the door in disbelief, and then at Song Ci, "Is it not?"

Song Ci looked at him blankly, stood up without knowing why, and walked out.

After Song Ci walked out, the dance teacher closed the door, then looked at Song Ci expressionlessly, and said, "Come with me."

Song Ci followed anxiously.

He had no idea what the teacher was looking for him for. In his impression, the number of times the teacher was looking for someone was very rare, let alone this kind of private chat.

The situation seems a little serious.

The teacher brought him into a small conference room. There were a few people sitting in the small conference room. Everyone was whispering and whispering. When they looked up and saw Song Ci coming, their faces became serious and serious.

After Song Ci entered, the door was closed behind him, and the teacher said softly, "Song Ci is here."

After saying this, he pointed to the seat in front of the table: "Go and sit over there."

Song Ci walked over and sat down in a daze, his palms started to sweat because of nervousness.

what happened?Why is everyone so serious?The atmosphere is so solemn?Is something important happening?He even specially called him over. Does this matter have anything to do with him?

After he sat down, the man sitting in the middle cleared his throat, crossed his hands, put them on the table, his round face was raised, his eyes looked gentle and harmless: "Song Ci, right?"

Song Ci nodded in a daze.

The man said: "You usually perform well, but our company doesn't allow office romances, you know that?"

Although there is no explicit regulation on office romance, it is also a tacit rule of everyone.

It is said that the CEO of Sheng Xing dislikes artists who use unscrupulous means to rise to the top, so he does not hesitate to sell his body. Every time this kind of thing happens, it must be done with iron and blood. If things go on like this, everyone will know that this is a forbidden area that cannot be touched.

Song Ci still looked blank: "I know."

But this seems to have nothing to do with him?

Swipe the floor, and the person on the opposite side threw a stack of photos. On the photo is a photo of him in the parking lot in the morning. The angle is very good. In the photo, Ji Huai leaned over and stopped in front of Song Ci, looking like It was kissing him, but Song Ci didn't resist.

In the next few photos, he and Ji Huai got out of the car. In one, Song Ci accidentally staggered. Ji Huai smiled and reached out to help him, but it looked like they were holding hands of.

I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, all the photos avoided Ji Huai's face, and only took a profile or a back view.

Song Ci's face turned pale in an instant, and it was as if a thunderbolt had landed on his nerves.

"Then how do you explain this?" The voice of the person on the other side was not harsh, but it was like a thin needle, pricking the person's skin, "Why do you knowingly break such a rule when you know there is such a rule?"

The faces of other people are also full of disapproval.

Song Ci was thinking about what would happen all the way here, but when it really came, he calmed down instead: "Where did these photos come from?"

"Is this important?" The round-faced man looked at him, reached out and knocked on the table, and said harshly, "Do you see that you are admitting your mistake? The evidence is all in front of you, and you actually focus on the photos? How did you get up there?"

Song Ci really wanted to know that there was nothing between him and Ji Huai, but his approach and shallow kiss kept appearing in front of his eyes, making it impossible for him to say anything to deny it.

And compared to this, he was more worried about Ji Huai.

Ji Huai is just a team leader, since Song Ci has been interviewed, what will happen to him?

Will he be suspended?

His thoughts turned back and forth a few times in a very short period of time, Song Ci thought about Ji Huai's distraught expression after being suspended, as if he had been poked with countless needles, he looked at the person in front of him, Clenching his fists, he blurted out: "It's my fault, it has nothing to do with him, I chased him, but he didn't promise me."