That Weibo photo should have been taken secretly.
The shot was of Wei Xi's side face. The location was in a high-end coffee shop. The man was looking out the window, drawing a beautiful line from the precise jaw line to the neck. The casual look looked very sexy.
In the comment section, Song Zhi's fans were howling. While wailing that the baby goose she raised has learned to meet men, she yells but this man is so handsome, they can.
Ling Zhen even browsed through the comment section of Weibo, and then returned the phone to Gu Xiaomeng with a blank expression.
That afternoon, Song Ling and the others were almost killed.
It's not that Ling Zhen deliberately made things difficult for them, but that Ling Zhen himself practiced very hard without saying a word. In order to keep up with her level, they had to work hard to practice hard.
Ling Zhen's face was sullen, and he was practicing cross-turning.
Her feet are clear and crisp, and her arms are turned in a vertical circle. The finish is beautiful and sassy, with a rare sharpness.
The lead dancer worked so hard, the others would feel ashamed even to stop and drink. Song Ling and the others were about to cry, they really couldn't do Ling Zhen's level, and wished they could analyze every inch of her movements with a magnifying glass.
After the day's dance practice was over, Song Ling and her little sisters sat down on the floor.
The little sister had tears in her eyes: "Lingling, why don't we practice by ourselves."
The little girl next to her also nodded: "I think if I continue to practice like this, I won't live to be on stage next week!"
Song Ling took a breath, and then said: "If you want to retreat, you will retreat, but I will not."
After practicing with Ling Zhen for just a few days, she felt like she had cleared up something, and her whole body became much clearer. It's really embarrassing to think that when Ling Zhen first joined the group, he challenged her unconvinced.
It is really tiring to be tired now, and the frustration is really strong, but she is reluctant to bear this opportunity.
The others sighed for a while and said nothing more.
Of course, who would give up the opportunity to learn to dance beside the gods.
Ling Zhen practiced all afternoon, changed his clothes at night, and walked out of the dance troupe building with Gu Xiaomeng.
The two separated at the intersection, Gu Xiaomeng glanced at her hesitantly, and asked, "Sister Zhenzhen, are you in a bad mood?"
Ling Zhen's expression eased, and he turned his head and raised his eyebrows: "No."
Gu Xiaomeng is a solid person, seeing her tone as usual, she was relieved: "Then I'll take bus 12 home, see you tomorrow!"
Ling Zhen smiled and waved his hands: "See you tomorrow."
After sending Xiaomeng away, Ling Zhen walked down the road by himself with his pockets in his pockets.
When we reached the intersection, we stopped.
… bother.
I couldn't remember it during dance practice, but now my body has stopped, and my unhappiness is like cotton wool, slowly puffing up.
She lowered her head and kicked the flower bed on the side of the road with the toe of her shoe.
There was a very strange emotion in her heart, which annoyed her so much, but she couldn't explain it clearly.
He returned home slowly, but Wei Xi hadn't come back yet.
When Ling Zhen changed clothes, when he came out to pour water, and when he went to the bathroom, he would glance at the door of the house intentionally or unintentionally. Wei Xi came back thirty or forty minutes later than usual.
He seemed to be very busy today. After returning home, he turned on his laptop in the living room and was still processing things.
Ling Zhen leaned against the wall, watching him silently.
"I ordered you the roasted pork that you said you liked last time," Wei Xi said, "I'll pick it up when the doorbell rings, huh?"
Ling Zhen: "... oh."
The sound is a little low.
Wei Xi's gaze passed over: "Tired?"
Ling Zhen raised his eyes and asked him, his slightly round almond eyes did not blink: "Are you busy recently?"
Too busy to go out and meet some people.
Wei Xi told her truthfully: "A little bit today."
But he didn't want Ling Zhen to wait, so he ordered dinner and brought his work back with him.
Ling really stopped talking.
After a while, Wei Xi finished processing the work in hand, remembered Ling Zhen's listless appearance just now, closed his notebook and went to find someone.
Ling Zhen ate the roast pork rice in the kitchen, leaving more than half of it.
Wei Xi walked over to hug her, and asked softly with a nasal tone: "Don't you like roast meat?"
Ling Zhen neither wanted to disturb his work, nor wanted to be hugged by him, so he snuggled out of his arms like a kitten, and walked to the room: "I don't like it anymore—I'm so tired, I'm going to sleep."
This man, who hugged her the day before and said that those who bullied her were bad guys, turned out to go to see other women behind her back the next day.
Not happy, but she refuses to care.
She felt that Wei Xi should take the initiative to explain this matter to her.
Ling Zhen walked without sloppiness, slammed the door and locked it with a "bang". She was lying on the bed with her calves curled up, and heard Wei Xi's footsteps outside the door several times that night, but he didn't say anything.
Ling Zhen was in the room, beating his own pillow with his mouth curled up.
He is so good, can't he see that she is unhappy.
After pounding the poor pillow, Ling Zhen closed his eyes aggrieved, and fell asleep unwillingly.
The next day Wei Xi got up early and went to knock on Ling Zhen's door.
But the little girl was still inexplicably angry last night, and she ran away early this morning.
Wei Xi pushed open the door, looked at the empty room, and put his hand on the doorknob.
The man frowned slightly.
He didn't like that Ling Zhen had emotions in his heart that he couldn't figure out.
He should perceive and understand all her emotions and anger. Occasionally, when he feels like slipping through the net, he will want to hold on to it more firmly.
The desire to control began to haunt her, and there was a slight restlessness in her heart.
What Ling Zhen was thinking, this time he really had no idea.
Ling Zhen practiced very hard today.
The bones and meridians of the whole body are stretched and stretched during the dance, and the heart becomes relaxed.
But it didn't take long for her to relax, and the person who made her unhappy appeared.
Song Zhi didn't come for two days, and when she reappeared, she was a bright and innocent girl, inexplicably in high spirits.
Ling Zhen didn't even look at her, even the corners of his eyes were cold.
Song Zhi probably wanted to make up for the embarrassment of being pointed out by Ling Zhen in public last time. After entering the big rehearsal room, she actively communicated with everyone.
Ling Zhen didn't look sideways, but Gu Xiaomeng was secretly watching. After watching for a while, she leaned closer to Ling Zhen's ear and whispered, "I think Song Zhi seems eager to try."
Only then did Ling Zhen reluctantly turn his eyes away.
Song Zhi's facial features are indeed good, and her makeup is exquisite, with a pink and tender girlish look. Her hair is permed into delicate wool rolls, and she wears a close-fitting dance suit. She looks bulging and has a very attractive figure.
In all fairness, this is a very attractive body for men.
Ling Zhen took a few glances and became even more annoyed.
Song Zhi quickly circled another group of audience around her.
She is very used to being the focus of the crowd. She glanced around and said with a smile: "I can get the solo dance quota given by the organizer of this art festival. I am very grateful~ I cherish this opportunity very much, but I can't do well in one movement. Let everyone have a look, and if you can, point me out~"
Song Zhi learned to be smart this time, instead of talking so full, she asked for advice instead.
Standing next to Ling Zhen, Gu Xiaomeng said angrily, "She just wants to show that she got the solo spot, right?"
But it is really enviable to be able to dance solo. Like this kind of event where national dance, music and art groups gather, all the stars who can perform solo on stage are the stars of each group.
What Song Zhi prepared today was the move "Yunliqianqiao", which flipped cleanly and beautifully, and landed steadily and softly.
After it was over, Song Zhi looked at Ling Zhen.
She thought her movements this time were perfect, and she couldn't find any problems. Ling Zhen wanted to accept the move, but could only be a more beautiful Yunli Qianqiao than her.
But Ling Zhen folded his arms and looked back at her without speaking.
Ling Zhen's face was calm, but what she was thinking about was the photo of Wei Xi that she secretly took.
Why did Song Zhi shoot
Did she allow it
Ling Zhen was silent for two or three seconds, then turned his face to Song Ling who was squatting next to him, and said in a clear and clear voice, "Go and give advice to Mr. Song, I taught you."
Song Ling was startled, and then suddenly felt that their fairy is really attractive.
Doesn't this clearly mean that you don't deserve me to give pointers in person?
Sure enough, Song Zhi's complexion was even uglier than that day.
Song Ling felt that although she had a gap compared with Ling Zhen, her basic skills were solid, which was more than enough for a marketing princess like Song Zhi.
She cleared her throat, imitated Ling Zhen, put on an aloof look, stood on tiptoe, and came directly to Yunliqian to bridge the barbarian.
After finishing, Ling Zhen clapped his hands: "Very good! It's just that it's a little bit short."
Song Ling walked over humbly: "Then how can I..."
Ling Zhen pointed her in a low voice, and the two of them ignored Song Zhi.
The onlookers also dispersed.
In fact, they are just watching for fun. Now that Ling Zhen is in their regiment, the head of the regiment thinks highly of him, and he is also convinced by the subordinates. He is almost second only to Teacher Wen. But the difference is that Teacher Wen is the flower of Gaoling and cannot be approached. Ling Zhen is actually a soft young lady. If you ask her for advice, she will explain it to you seriously.
People who used to be keen on cynicism couldn't save face, and would secretly ask others to ask for help.
So when they saw Ling Zhen teaching Song Ling in a low voice, they were a little envious, as no one cared about Song Zhi.
Song Zhi's face was ugly for a while, and she didn't show up again in the morning. When she returned to the rehearsal room in the afternoon, there was finally no one beside Ling Zhen.
She leaned against the railing in the corner by herself, looking at her phone.
Song Zhi pulled her hair, smiled again and walked over.
"Miss, are you busy?" Song Zhi leaned over and blinked playfully.
Ling Zhen was checking WeChat.
It's been a whole day and there's no news from anyone. It was quiet and there was no explanation.
... Doesn't it matter that she is unhappy
Ling Zhen's chest was stuffy, and he was not angry with Song Zhi: "That's right."
"..." Song Zhimo paused for a moment, and then laughed again: "I apologize to you for that incident last time. I was too impatient as a fan, and what I said was not pleasant. I hope you don't take it to heart. I plan to As for the development in City A, there are several large-scale events in City A this year, and I hope we can have more opportunities to communicate."
Ling Zhen was indifferent: "Oh."
Song Zhi rolled her eyes, and suddenly changed the topic: "Yes, I heard that Teacher Ling's personal studio is under Qingxi's banner? I had a meal with President Wei of Qingxi two days ago, and chatted I am very happy, maybe we can work together in the future~”
Ling Zhen understood that this woman had come to find a place in front of her.
What she said was that your boss has already had dinner with me, and he appreciates me very much. Maybe we will meet often in the future, so it is best not to quarrel with me too much.
Song Zhi was really interested in Qingxi.
This interest magnified to the highest level after meeting Mr. Wei himself.
Facing that face, I am afraid there is no woman who would not be tempted, let alone he is so young and promising.
She blinked her eyes, as if she didn't see Ling Zhen's increasingly ugly face, and said with a coquettish smile, "I plan to invite Mr. Wei to attend the art festival to watch the performance—Mr. Ling has stayed in Qingxi for a long time, and I don't know if he is familiar with Mr. Wei." Not familiar? Do you know Mr. Wei's usual preferences?"
Ling Zhen exhaled.
Negative emotions accumulated to the peak, and my heart seemed to be blocked by a piece of ice.
"Unfamiliar. Don't know. Goodbye."
After speaking, turn around and leave.
Ling really went home with anger.
The tip of her tongue was sour, and her body was full of unhappiness and grievances. When she went upstairs, she was on her toes.
After entering the house, she directly took out her ipad, opened Weibo, found Song Zhifa's Wei Xi, and then put the ipad on the table in the living room.
After finishing everything, she hugged her knees and waited on the sofa.
Wei Xi came back very early today.
As soon as he entered, Ling Zhen could smell the aroma of food, but she was not in the mood to eat at all.
Wei Xi carried a packing bag and put it on the table. Seeing Ling Zhen, he lowered his head and touched her cheek: "Wait for me?"
Ling Zhen blocked his hand and opened his mouth to speak, but suddenly his nose felt sore.
So annoying, annoying, annoying.
She simply shut up, poked the ipad screen to light up, and went back to her room with a sullen face.
Wei Xi was slightly taken aback.
He followed Ling Zhen into the room with his eyes, and then turned back to look at the ipad on the table.
It is a Weibo.
There are photos of him on Weibo. Candidly filmed, he didn't know.
The photo was sent by Song Zhi. He doesn't know either.
But his little girl saw it.
And, two days were born for this.
Wei Xi lowered his eyes, looked at the ipad for a moment, and suddenly started laughing.
Pleasure is revealed from the corners of the eyes and brows, and the cold facial features are softened.
What he couldn't guess was that someone was jealous.
jealous for him.
Wei Xi hid her smile and pushed open the door of Ling Zhen's room.
Little girl curled up in bed with oversized 'I'm not happy' written on her face.
The man pretended to be normal, and looked down at her: "What's wrong?"
Ling Zhen finally got over the sore nose, and now he wants to cry when he opens his mouth. But this villain didn't even respond!
The little goblins you provoked all bullied me, woo woo woo!
She was so wronged that her voice trembled: "You went to see Song Zhi."
Wei Xi curled his fingertips and nodded: "Yes."
Ling Zhen stared at him.
He said "Yeah"! He didn't even explain it! !
Sister Sissy is right, he is big! Scum! male! !
Ling Zhen was so angry that his eyes were red, and his reason was burned out: "Is she good-looking?"
Without waiting for an answer, the next sentence immediately followed: "Do you like her?"
Someone couldn't help it.
Wei Xi originally wanted to tease her again.
But... I can't take it anymore.
Nerve endings were stretching joyfully, and every cell in her body was delighted by her jealousy.
The arc of Wei Xi's lips slowly raised, and finally walked over with a smile, pulled the man out of the quilt, and hugged him tightly.
"What are you asking?" He kissed away the tears streaming from the corners of Ling Zhen's eyes.
"You look good, I like you," Wei Xi said, kissed her, followed the corners of the red eyes to the lips, biting, "Is she worthy to compare with you?"
The author has something to say: Brother Xi is really bad! !
People are crying, he is laughing! !
Small misunderstanding, the next chapter will solve it, I think hin is sweet (hee hee hee)
There are two more~