Jiang Jiusheng paused for a moment, looked into Shi Jin's eyes and asked, "Have we met before?"
The hanging basket chair in front of the window, the CD player on the bookshelf, the cello on the stairs, the aromatherapy in the bathroom, and the sweets and fruit drinks on the dining table. He seemed to know everything about her preferences and habits.
Even the smell on his body, apart from the faint smell of disinfectant, also has a mint scent, which is exactly the same as hers. It is a shower gel brand from abroad. She likes it very much and has used it for a long time.
She asked again and again: "Have we met?"
Shi Jin hesitated for a short time, then nodded: "Yes." He came closer, rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt, came out in a hurry, did not wipe his hands, water droplets fell down the cashmere carpet in the living room along his fingertips , he said, "If there is no surgery, I will go to your concert."
Jiang Jiusheng was stunned: "Are you my fan?"
Shi Jin nodded: "Yes."
She really couldn't associate Shi Jin, who was dressed in splendor and extravagance, with rock music, so she turned the words around a few times and asked him, "Is it related to me that you moved here?"
It can be seen that Shi Jin is a gentleman and polite, but he is not close to others, and always has a sense of distance when getting along, but he is more familiar and warm to her.
He nodded, and in his eyes, there was a little more embarrassment. His beautiful hands were pressing the edge of the black suit pants in an orderly manner, his fingers were unnaturally curved, and a little tight. pulse.
Jiang Jiusheng had never seen him like this before. After hesitating for a long time, she still asked, "Are you my illegitimate fan?"
She has a lot of fans, and illegitimate meals are also common. It's not that she has never seen him before, but she has never seen Shi Jin who is so self-controlled and sensible. What kind of crazy actions have you done? Either you are not curious, or you don’t know why you didn’t get to the bottom of it.
"Really?" she asked cautiously.
Shi Jin did the same, like walking on thin ice, with uncertainty: "Will you hate it?"
She really doesn't like illegitimate meals, but if it's Shi Jin... Jiang Jiusheng shook his head without much hesitation. At least Shi Jin has never made her feel uncomfortable or uncomfortable so far. On the contrary, when he gets along with him, she Very relaxed, even, want to touch his hand very much.
Shi Jin loosened his frown from the beginning to the end: "Then I am."
Jiang Jiusheng suddenly remembered that when she was fainting from fever last night, she also asked Shi Jin if she was a fan of her brain. Now that she has a solid name, can she touch his hand at any time in the future, and she can also use his signature Photos and group photos for…
Just thinking about it—
"Woof!" A dog barked from the balcony, followed by two more, "Woof!"
Jiang Jiusheng came back to his senses, his eyes turned to the balcony, a dog's head was exposed with a little hair, timidly, not daring to run out, facing the living room with its buttocks, and flicked its tail out.
"Wow!"
Shi Jin went to the balcony and poured some dog food for Jiang Bomei.
Jiang Jiusheng followed and stood behind a person and a dog: "It's called Bomei?"
A Pomeranian, named Pomeranian, is also considered unique.
"Well, it's called Bomei." Shi Jin turned around and smiled at Jiang Jiusheng, "It's after your surname."
The beauty smiled, captivating.
Jiang Jiusheng felt itchy and wanted to smoke.
On this day, she found out that Shi Jin had a dog named Jiang Bomei, and he said he was her illegitimate meal.
After returning to her apartment, Jiang Jiusheng realized that she had left her phone at Shi Jin's house. It was very strange. She remembered that she had clearly placed it on Shi Jin's sofa, but she couldn't find it before leaving, so she went back to the apartment empty-handed.
Not long after Shi Jin sent it to her, she received a message from him, in four concise words: my number.
Jiang Jiusheng smiled and saved it.
In the apartment opposite, Shi Jin poured Jiang Bomei a bowl of imported dog food and stroked its head: "You did a good job. I will buy you the most expensive dog food in the future."
"Aw!"
Jiang Bo is so happy, so happy!
It's called Hiromi...
It's your last name...
For a whole day, these two words have been lingering in Jiang Jiusheng's ears, making her restless and out of shape. When she came out of the recording studio, Mo Bing handed her a bottle of water.
"Mo Bing, what do you think of illegitimate meals?" Jiang Jiusheng asked Mo Bing.
Mo Bing's expression immediately became serious: "Are you being followed by a sasaeng fan?"
Jiang Jiusheng shook his head: "Not really."
"Deeply hate it." Mo Bing's answer was crisp and quick, without hesitation at all. She has been in the brokerage industry for six years, and she has handled a lot of illegitimate meals. The label is just two words crazy, ignorant."
Peeping and intruding without a bottom line, endlessly following and squatting, and even taking extreme actions to harm artists.
In short, Mo Bing didn't have any positive thoughts about illegitimate meals.
Jiang Jiusheng thought for a while: "Will there be a less crazy illegitimate meal?" She thought about it, and described it in a more concrete way, "The kind that is more elegant and more gentlemanly."
Mo Bing looked serious: "Are you sure you're describing a illegitimate meal?"
Jiang Jiusheng wasn't sure, after all, in the 21st century, it might not be possible to find a man with both grace and self-cultivation like Shi Jin even with a lantern.
"A gentleman's illegitimate meal." Mo Bing frowned, his expression darkened. "Shengsheng, then what you met must be a well-dressed illegitimate meal. The more terrifying one is most likely a beast."
Jiang Jiusheng: "..."
How could a gentleman like Shi Jin, who is as beautiful as Jiyue, orchid branches and jade trees, be a beast in clothes.
Jiang Jiusheng stopped the topic. Although she was curious and suspicious, she never doubted Shi Jin's intentions.
After thanking the tuner, the two left the recording studio together.
Mo Bing walked in front: "Su Qing's manager has called me three times, asking about your itinerary all the time, what's the matter? How did Su Qing get involved with you? His manager looks like he can't wait to see you." She raised her eyebrows, and turned her head to look at Jiang Jiusheng's expression, "Could it be that you're really hiding something about my relationship with Su Qing?"
Jiang Jiusheng walked to the window and lit a cigarette: "I discovered his secret."
Mo Bing routinely confiscated the cigarette case that Jiang Jiusheng had hidden in his pocket at some point: "What secret?"
Jiang Jiusheng leaned against the wall, holding the cigarette between her long and white fingers, took a puff slowly, squinted the corners of her eyes, and let it out lazily, her voice was thin with smoke, hoarse and magnetic, with a smile: "When the popular fried chicken Su Qing is a genuine woman."
Mo Bing: "..."
She was silent for ten seconds, and asked Jiang Jiusheng, "How did you find out?"
Jiang Jiusheng shook the soot: "I got it."
Mo Bing still couldn't believe it: "Are you sure you didn't make a mistake?"
The most popular and popular niche student suddenly changed his gender, and Mo Bing had seen the world, but he was still dazed by this heavy news.
The national husband is a woman!
If she gets stabbed out, the entertainment industry will explode!
Jiang Jiusheng's expression was calm, and there was an irrelevant joke on the corner of his mouth: "Although I have never touched a man's chest muscles, I can still feel the feel of an A cup, not to mention that Su Qing's manager repeatedly came to me, which just proves it." My guess."
Mo Bing carefully recalled Su Qing's face. He used to think it was difficult to distinguish between male and female, but now that he thinks about it, there is indeed a bit of femininity. No wonder fans and colleagues can't see that Su Qing is a girl. The legs are a bit taller than Jiang Jiusheng, who is nearly 1.7 meters tall, and the chest... is flat.
In the past, some people in the circle made jokes about Su Qing's sexual orientation. He never messed around with female artists, let alone accepting intimate scenes. Many people speculated that Su Qing was the one who was suppressed. After all, he didn't have an Adam's apple. Such men are said to be poor in some respects.
Thinking about it now, Mo Bing felt blind.
She asked Jiang Jiusheng: "What are your plans?"