"If he makes you uncomfortable, I will have no contact with him. Is that okay?" Song Lan asked in a low, coaxing voice.
Jiang Mingxi smiled, a bit teasing in his eyes, and hooked his fingers on the edge between the two openings of Song Lan's shirt, reaching in a little and hooking it lightly.
Song Lan looked down at his hands.
His eyes fell on Jiang Mingxi's fingers, then followed his fingers, arms, all the way to his lips and eyes.
It was a very light movement, but Song Lan was attracted by it and leaned forward slightly.
Jiang Mingxi said, "Teacher Song, I don't like him, so you should keep your distance from him. Teacher Song is so outstanding, she must have many admirers around her. If I don't like someone tomorrow..."
Song Lan moved closer to him, locking eyes with him. "As long as I'm talking to you, I won't associate with anyone you dislike."
Jiang Mingxi tilted his head and smiled, "Talk to me? Teacher Song wants to talk to me? Be my boyfriend?
Song Lan supported himself on the back of the chair, leaned down a little, and moved closer to Jiang Mingxi, "Is this okay?"
Being so close, Song Lan only needed to move a little closer to kiss Jiang Mingxi's lips.
before.
It was Jiang Mingxi who took the initiative to cling to him, hug him, and kiss him.
The atmosphere is slightly warmer.
Song Lan moved forward a little.
Jiang Mingxi raised her head, stepped back a little, and smiled like a seductive little fox, "No."
Song Landun was there.
Jiang Mingxi's fingers were still hooked on the fabric of his shirt. "Teacher Song, we've only known each other for a few days. We're not familiar with each other yet."
Song Lan: ...
Jiang Mingxi smiled and pushed Song Lan away, then stood up from the chair. "Then Teacher Song and I have finally made things clear. Teacher Song, please don't look for me anymore. I'm leaving now. Zhao Ke is still waiting for me."
Finished.
Jiang Mingxi raised his foot and walked out.
Song Lan was so exhausted that he couldn't catch his breath. He reached out and grabbed him.
Pull it hard.
Just pull the person who wants to run into your arms.
In the past, he would hug people who were trying to scam him.
Now that he finally saw someone, he was afraid that the person would leave, so he pulled him back and hugged him, "Jiang Mingxi, that's not what you said when you provoked me."
He put his arms around Jiang Mingxi's waist.
Hug tightly.
Fits perfectly.
Jiang Mingxi didn't struggle, but just smiled, "But I won't provoke you now."
Song Lan hugged him, his arms tightening. "You can provoke me if you want, and not provoke me if you want? Am I a random person?"
Jiang Mingxi suppressed his laughter and asked, "Teacher Song, are you tempted?"
Song Lan wanted to bite his lips!
What are you talking about?
"What else? I rushed to Yuncheng overnight and then chased here directly from Yuncheng. Who did I do this for? For transportation?"
Song Lan spoke bluntly.
With one hand, he held Jiang Mingxi tightly, afraid that she would run away if he let go. With the other hand, he took out a box from his pocket and said, "Happy birthday."
Jiang Mingxi tilted his head and took a look.
It's cufflinks.
A big brand.
It should be worth a lot of money.
Jiang Mingxi retracted his gaze, and with a look of dignity, he refused, "I don't like to receive expired gifts."
Like a proud little fox.
Song Lan was moved by his little expression and wanted to kiss him, but the word "expired" hurt her heart, "Then I'll give it to you on time for next year's birthday."
Jiang Mingxi didn't respond.
Song Lan hugged the person and coaxed, "Jiang Mingxi, I don't have much trouble."
Jiang Mingxi raised his eyebrows without comment, "We are not a couple, you can't hug me like this."
Song Lan didn't let go. How could he bear to let go? "In Qiaotou Village, we weren't a couple, but you not only hugged me, you also kissed me."
Jiang Mingxi said frankly, "At that time, I was pursuing you, so of course I wanted to find an opportunity to take advantage of you. Moreover, when I hugged you and kissed you, you didn't say no, but now I say no, you are not the person I like, not the person I'm pursuing, not my boyfriend, you can't hug me like this.
"You say you don't have a lot of trouble, but the truth is, those troubles don't bother you, so you don't think you have a lot of trouble, but they really affect me.
“It’s annoying.
"Teacher Song, I don't like it when trouble happens and then I have to deal with it later. Even if you deal with it thoroughly, I still don't like it."
The atmosphere was quite warm just now.
Now Jiang Mingxi spoke bluntly.
Song Lan felt uncomfortable after hearing his three consecutive accusations.
He kept saying I didn't like it, and it was hard to breathe.
Just now, Jiang Mingxi hooked her fingers on his shirt, and he felt that they could be together again.
After all, Jiang Mingxi had seduced him in the same way before.
But now, Jiang Mingxi calmly refused again, and the rising "feeling" in him dissipated again, and his heart seemed to be squeezed.
Suddenly reacted.
When Jiang Mingxi flirted with him before, her eyes were hot and full of lust when she looked at him.
But when she just pulled his shirt and looked at him, there was only amusement in her eyes.
Jiang Mingxi finished speaking, broke away from Song Lan's arms, and took two steps back. "Teacher Song, we are not suitable, so don't force it. Goodbye, Teacher Song."
Jiang Mingxi finished speaking and turned to leave.
Song Lan was about to pull him back.
Jiang Mingxi suddenly turned around and added, "Teacher Song, I should have made it clear to you. Please don't call my agent anymore. It will affect his work. Thank you for your understanding. Goodbye, Teacher Song."
Polite and courteous, distant and rejecting.
After saying this, Jiang Ming left completely.
…
Zhao Jiayuan made a single for Jiang Mingxi.
In the next few days, Jiang Mingxi either discussed studio matters with Xu Tao, or adjusted and modified the single with Zhao Jiayuan.
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