Chapter 116 "Who hit Mingcan in the studio today?"
Song Xi looked in the direction of his gaze and realized that he had hit Lu Zhihan too hard, and his wrist had hit the tripod, and he didn't know how it was cut.
"Not really."
Song Xi said, "I was the one who hit others unilaterally and got hurt myself."
She added: "It was a great fight, I didn't suffer any loss."
When Jing Zhuo heard this, his brows relaxed a little, and he asked casually:
"Did someone in the company bully you?"
That’s not the case.
She was the one who saw injustice and helped out.
Song Xi told Jing Zhuo everything that happened in the studio.
Jing Zhuo was driving, listening attentively with his ears perked up, which gave Song Xi a strong desire to share.
The more she spoke, the more angry she became, and finally she couldn't help but express her opinion angrily.
"Men can go to karaoke bars and enjoy themselves, but women have to face pornographic rumors because of their body shapes."
"When a man drinks for his career, it's hard work, inspiring, and not easy. When a woman drinks for her career, it becomes flirtatious."
"I don't understand, and I'm not convinced."
"We are all working hard to make a living, why should we have double standards?"
Jing Zhuo controlled the steering wheel with one hand. It was the first time he heard so many words coming out of her mouth.
True feelings, unbridled.
But this time she wasn't scolding him, she was scolding another man.
"You're quite right." Jing Zhuo agreed with her, "There aren't many good men out there. If they don't observe male virtues, disaster will surely befall them."
Song Xile looked at him happily: "What about you?"
"I'm not feudal, I'm a good man who upholds male virtues in the new era."
Jing Zhuo added earnestly: "I fully adhere to the fundamental principles of my faith."
"What are your beliefs?"
"party."
“What is the underlying concept?”
"Equality between men and women."
Song Xi opened his mouth, full of admiration.
Is this the man trained by the state?
Right thoughts can lead to evil.
What to do, she loves it so much.
After returning, Jing Zhuo asked his aunt to take out the medicine box and sat on the sofa to disinfect and clean Song Xi's wound.
His movements were very skillful, but his strength was very light.
The iodine cotton ball on the back of the hand is so cold that it feels like scratching.
"Does it hurt?"
Song Xi: "...it doesn't hurt."
If it's any later, the wound will heal.
She thought of the stars on TV variety shows. When they had a small cut on their finger, a group of people would come up to them and ask about their well-being, as if their finger was broken.
Just pretending.
No wonder netizens are cursing.
Hahaha.
Song Xi finally put a Band-Aid on the wound to block out the dust and bacteria in the air.
After dinner, she had a rare moment of free time, so she emptied a few vases and instructed Jingzhuo to arrange flowers on the coffee table.
Cut off the long rhizomes, add nutrient solution, and place the flowers one by one in the vase.
The TV was on and an adventure variety show was playing.
Guaiguai was lying at Jingzhuo's feet playing with the flowers.
Song Xi sat on the sofa and excitedly opened the luxurious gift box Mingcan gave her.
Privately, she likes Mingcan's outfits, which are beautiful, textured, and full of temperament.
The things given by big stars must be of good aesthetics.
Hmm, there’s a bell in the high-end clothing?
Like a bracelet, put it aside.
And a piece of rabbit fur?
It's of no use, so put it aside.
Stockings?
Put aside.
Until Song Xi brought out the snow-white rabbit minidress with a hollowed-out interior and pitiful fabric.
“!!!”
She slammed the box shut.
Stuff it in with bells, rabbit fur and stockings!
Make a lot of noise.
"What's wrong?"
Jing Zhuo heard the noise and raised his head to look at Song Xi.
"It's okay." Song Xi pretended to be calm and said, "Mingcan gave me a dress as a wedding gift. It was so expensive that I was shocked."
"Her money was all spent by Xie Qingcheng using his resources. Xie Qingcheng owes me a lot of favors. Wear whatever you want. Don't worry."
Jing Zhuo comforted her.
Song Xi's ears were still a little red. He nodded and clicked the lock of the box, showing no intention of opening it.
"Why did you put it back? Don't you want to try it?" Jing Zhuo asked.
He remembered that when she and Zhang Hening were at He's house, every time they came back from shopping, they would try on all the clothes and strike many poses in front of the mirror.
The two of them were so happy taking photos that they took pictures and turned the living room into a show.
Song Xi stammered, "I'll... wear it next time, next time."
After she finished speaking, she ran upstairs with the box in her arms and hid the thing in the cloakroom like a thief.
What a high-end garment!
You shouldn’t have any expectations of the female protagonist of the post!
Jing Zhuo has had a big appetite recently and his food intake has increased, which Song Xi can no longer handle.
He must not be allowed to see this suit.
The fear of being dominated four times last time still lingered in her mind...
Too tired.
No way.
Suddenly I realized that I had misunderstood Jing Zhuo before. Three times is not Jing Zhuo's limit, it is her limit.
After a while, there was a sound coming from the stairs.
Jing Zhuo came up with a vase of flowers and placed it on Song Xi's bedside table in the master bedroom.
Today he bought hydrangeas, which were in clusters, a blend of blue and purple, beautiful and vying for beauty.
Guaiguai also followed him upstairs, running around with his little rabbit doll in his mouth.
Song Xi lay on the bed and sent Mingcan a string of questioning emoticons.
There was no reply from either side.
A large hand with distinct knuckles covered her waist, pinching her soft flesh.
"Have you finished taking a shower?" Jing Zhuo asked her in a pleasant voice.
"Um."
Song Xi had her long, damp hair loose and was wearing conservative pajamas. Today, she didn't even wear her suspender silk dress.
She was wearing a white cotton T-shirt dress.
It was wide and big, covering most of her body.
The man's hand went under her body, lifted her up, and held her slender waist in his arms.
"I brushed my teeth, too."
He pressed his lips against the tip of her nose and said, "Try it."
"Don't..." Song Xi subconsciously stepped back, his eyes full of vigilance.
It's like seeing a big-tailed wolf that wants to eat meat.
It was agreed that I was not allowed to cook, do exercises, practice, or make advance payments during this week.
Jing Zhuo read the resistance in her eyes and laughed softly.
"Just kiss, nothing else," he coaxed.
This statement still has some value at the moment.
Song Xi felt relieved.
Lying in his arms, she secretly put her hands on his strong waist and actively responded to the kiss.
Halfway through the kiss, Jingzhuo felt a weight on his shoulder, and a chubby cat jumped onto his shoulder, sniffing over to join in the fun.
Jing Zhuo: “…”
The kiss was interrupted, he reached out and pulled Guaiguai down, holding the cat with one hand and holding Song Xi's back with the other.
"Never mind it, just keep going."
Half a minute later, the phone buzzed, interrupting their kiss.
Jing Zhuo's face was filled with annoyance.
I turned my head and saw that it was Xie Qingcheng calling.
Why would he call Canary in the middle of the night instead of accompanying him?
I wonder if anyone else has a nightlife to enjoy?
He reached out to grab the phone and answered it impatiently.
"What?"
A man's lazy voice came from the other side, with a hint of coldness.
"Ask your wife, who hit Mingcan in the studio today?"
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