Chapter 130 "Practice a new question"
Song Xi smelled a familiar smell of vinegar.
It didn't come from the food, it came from him.
She chose her words carefully. "To be precise, it was his cat. Later, he was too busy with work to keep it, so he left it with me."
"So, I'm also the stepmother, and you're also the stepfather."
"We're both equally matched."
After hearing this, Jing Zhuo's tone was still gloomy.
"You and your ex have been through a lot."
"We also raise cats together."
"You have to put his name on it when you buy a house."
Song Xi and Zhang Hening had a quarrel at He's house yesterday. When they were exposing each other's secrets, Jing Zhuo happened to overhear a few words.
He actually wanted to ask this question yesterday.
However, after eating hot pot and returning home, the beauty trap interrupted him.
It seemed natural for Song Xi to mention this.
"What you said, people who have been in love can't have no experience at all, right?"
"Besides, I was in love before, so I couldn't figure it out. Now I've awakened and I'm not in love anymore. I don't even put someone else's name on the house anymore."
Jing Zhuo: “…”
I don't know why.
Hearing this made me feel even more upset.
Song Xi finished speaking in one breath, then he felt like something was wrong. He was just talking nonsense, and what he said was not what Zhang Henian liked to hear.
She changed her tone and said, "Actually, if you had confessed to me earlier, maybe... I would have chosen you first."
After all, she had wanted to join He Ning's family at that time.
As long as there is a legitimate opportunity, she will definitely consider it.
After breaking up with Chen Mian, Song Xi was completely disheartened, confused and downcast, as if Zhang Hening was the only one left in her life.
She was confused, fragile, dazed and sad.
I just feel like I want to be with He Ning forever.
So, on a whim, he decided to find Zhang He to take a shortcut.
"Maybe if you had confessed your feelings earlier, we could have raised a cat together, fallen in love, and the house would have been yours." Song Xi added regretfully.
These words successfully retorted Jing Zhuo.
He was left speechless.
Jing Zhuo silently peeled the shrimp and put them into her bowl.
"Let's eat and stop chatting."
The topic is too hurtful.
Can't catch it.
When I was doing my homework again at night, Guaiguai opened the door and sneaked in again, jumping onto the bed to join in the fun.
This time, Jing Zhuo pushed it down with one foot.
While gasping for breath, he leaned against Song Xi's neck and murmured softly.
“Who is good to it.”
"What?" Song Xi didn't hear clearly.
"Who treated it better, me or your ex?" The man bit her earlobe and poured every word he said into her ear.
Song Xi shuddered.
She just knows!
This matter won’t end so easily!
How come he even got jealous of the cat?
"You're good to it..." Song Xi coaxed softly, "You're its real father, okay? Guaiguai loves you the most. It has long forgotten its previous father."
"Look, if you move it will come up and play with you..."
Jing Zhuo felt a little better.
Seeing that Guaiguai had let bygones be bygones and jumped up again, even jumping onto his back, with his tail raised high, looking down at everything.
He didn't push it with his foot this time.
He pulled Song Xi over and picked him up.
Face to face, he walked to the study step by step, slammed the door shut, and locked it with one hand.
Song Xi put her arms around his waist and rested her head on his neck, feeling a little cold on her back.
When I looked up, I realized it was not the guest bedroom, but a new map.
"Why, here..."
Jing Zhuo held her back with his big hands, isolating her from the cold wall. His voice was extremely hoarse and serious.
“Give us a new question and practice it again.”
The study was dimly lit, with moonlight streaming in through the window.
The water in the vase continued to slosh.
Rose petals fell down and covered the table.
…
On Saturday, Song Xi worked overtime.
I could have taken a day off, but I took a big order.
Mingcan recently took on a new drama and was preparing materials in the early stages of filming. He needed to take some promotional photos with the male lead in the drama.
It just so happened that the teams of the male and female protagonists both chose Mishima Studio, and Mingcan directly suggested that Song Xi come to shoot.
She felt like she was about to become Mingcan's personal photographer.
After seeing the two big stars, Song Xi felt even more nervous.
The female lead is Mingcan and the male lead is Zhang Hexing.
Entertainment is a circle, a gathering of acquaintances.
Because they were all acquaintances, there was no need to coax anyone or provide emotional value to arrogant stars, and Song Xi filmed smoothly.
During the intermission, the Artist Studio invited everyone to have coffee.
Song Xi held the cup and rubbed against Mingcan, chatting with him casually.
"When did you two get together?"
Mingcan is wearing an exquisite and beautiful ancient costume of a royal concubine. The tassels in her hair are steady and straight, and her eyebrows are made up like a spoiled and willful royal concubine.
"We are both second-tier actors, so why not work together on a drama?"
Song Xi thought about it and it made sense logically.
It just so happens that their financial backers are good friends, so they probably invested in the drama together.
Mingcan shared the new script with her: "It's an S-level ancient costume drama project. The hero and heroine are deeply in love and will kill everyone in the world for love. This is a project that investors are paying close attention to, and they will invest hundreds of millions."
Song Xi: "Which investor has such a ridiculous vision?"
"Your husband."
Song Xi: “…”
She tried to save face: "Then this script must have its merits. The investors must have their reasons for spending a huge amount of money on it."
Mingcan laughed so hard that his steps were shaking.
"Mr. Jing was launching a project, and the main focus was to promote his brother. I took advantage of the situation and happened to get a female lead."
"But according to the director, it was Xinghe Company, a subsidiary of Baihe, who recommended me and contacted me for an audition."
Mingcan saw through it at a glance and put his hand on Song Xi's shoulder.
"If this continues, I won't have to serve that wild dog Xie Qingcheng any longer, and I'll be able to take off with the help of my sisters."
Song Xi: “?”
Mingcan continued, "This gift from Mr. Jing is so generous. I feel unworthy of it. I need to repay him in some way."
“But there’s nothing to give.”
"I'm going to give you another set of gifts. Wait for me to customize it and teach you how to use it personally."
Song Xi: “???”
Why are you giving me a gift to repay him?
Repay me with your money.
Mingcan was mysterious and didn't tell her for the time being.
The two chatted briefly and it almost turned out badly.
Song Xi hurriedly took two sips of coffee, picked up the camera, and quickly ended the topic.
"Male and female protagonist, come on, let's continue."
"Turn on the blower."
"Strike a pose."
The studio was once again busy with work.
This time we filmed continuously for half an hour and everyone was happily approaching the end.
Song Xi adjusted the camera and took a few final photos as a backup.
As she lowered her head to select photos, she didn't notice a figure walking in from the doorway, sitting silently in the rest area, his dark gaze fixed on her.
From Jing Zhuo's perspective, he saw his wife standing outside the studio, holding a heavy and large lens in her hand, and looking down to check it.
The long black hair was tied up with a chopstick and fixed firmly behind the head, revealing a bright and fair face.
This outfit is neat and tidy, and has a bit of a chivalrous style.
Song Xi finalized the film, informed everyone that the shooting was over, and prepared to put away the cameras.
After two steps, the shoelaces came undone.
She was holding the camera in both hands, unable to tie it, and was about to walk to the rest area.
A figure suddenly walked over, half-knelt in front of her, picked up her scattered shoelaces, and tied them slowly.
When Song Xi lowered her head, she saw the man's thick short hair.
Jing Zhuo wore a simple white T-shirt, which was loose, and black trousers, which was simple and neat.
On her wrist she wore a leather watch and a string of ebony beads.
His fingers were long and beautiful, and he carefully made two loops, tying the shoelaces tightly and securely.
Song Xi was stunned, holding the camera and asked:
"Why are you here?"
"Pick you up from get off work."
Jing Zhuo didn't get up. He held her ankle, untied the laces of her other shoe that were about to loosen, and tied them again.
In the studio, Zhang Hexing and Mingcan posed and rolled their eyes at the same time.
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Ye Zi and other assistants: Oh my god, this is so good! Is this what wife-loving literature is?
Song Xi: Haha.
There are so many people...
I feel like she is being delicate and artificial in showing affection...
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