Seeing Shi Yao turn around and walk away without saying a word with a gloomy face, Qin Qingzhuo let out a breath, thinking that he had completely offended Shi Yao this time.
Jiang Ji handed over the contract he had just signed: "It's not too late to regret now."
"Hmm?" Qin Qingzhuo looked at him, "Why do you want to regret it? I've already passed the interview."
“Have you tried the Irish bagpipes?”
"Well," Qin Qingzhuo said, "it's quite suitable."
"So soon," Jiang Ji looked at him with a playful look in his eyes, "You weren't planning to change to the Irish bagpipe from the beginning, were you?"
"How could it be such a coincidence." Qin Qingzhuo smiled. After the "confession" in the afternoon, being alone with Jiang Ji always felt a little ambiguous. He turned his head towards the door and said, "Let's go. Don't you want to sing more?"
Walking towards the door with Qin Qingzhuo, Jiang Ji asked: "Why did you come here suddenly? Did Zhong Yang call you?"
"Well, he was worried that you and Director Shi would have a conflict, so he called me to come and take a look." Qin Qingzhuo recalled the scene when Jiang Ji grabbed Shi Yao's collar when he just walked in. "Come to think of it, if I had come a step later, you wouldn't have attacked him, would you?"
"Not really," Jiang Ji stretched out his hand and closed the security door on the second floor. "If I really beat him up, it would be very troublesome if he bites back."
"You are quite rational," Qin Qingzhuo was a little surprised, "Then why did you beat him at that time..."
He paused halfway through his words. In fact, he wanted to talk about Ji Chi, but he felt that it was inappropriate to frequently mention his ex-boyfriend in front of Jiang Ji.
Just as he was about to change his words to "the city collapsed", Jiang Ji took over the conversation: "Beat Ji Chi?"
Qin Qingzhuo said nothing.
"Because he deserves to be beaten." Jiang Ji said.
Qin Qingzhuo was speechless and walked down a few steps. When he reached the corner of the stairs, he suddenly reached out and grabbed Jiang Ji's arm.
"What's wrong?" Jiang Ji paused and turned to look at him.
"Jiang Ji," Qin Qingzhuo said, "Don't fight anymore."
There was only a dim sensor light hanging on the wall at the corner of the stairs. Jiang Ji could see that Qin Qingzhuo's forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat. His conversation with Shi Yao just lasted only more than ten minutes. Where did Qin Qingzhuo come from? How did he get the driver to drive the car here?
"You..." Jiang Ji paused and lowered his voice, "Are you worried about me?"
"Yeah." Qin Qingzhuo looked at him and said, "Even if it's for me, don't fight anymore in the future."
Jiang Ji suddenly recalled a few years ago when he beat one of the debt collectors and sent him to the hospital. His mother, who had never shed tears before, burst into tears after learning that he might have a criminal record because of this. After that, he became more careful about the severity of his beatings, and sometimes even learned to endure it and not fight back after being beaten.
"Okay," he looked at Qin Qingzhuo, his voice sounding almost gentle, "I won't fight anymore."
Qin Qingzhuo nodded, a slight smile appeared on his face, and he let go of Jiang Ji's arm: "Let's go."
On the first floor of the bar, Zhong Yang was sitting on a high stool, singing with his eyes closed.
Section 60
In fact, his tone is pretty good, but it's a pity that he can't reach the high notes and can't reach the low notes, so he can only make do with his comfortable middle range.