"Why are you mad at me?"
Mo Zechuan frowned, put his hands on his shoulders, and shook him. "Answer me."
Xu Jing sniffed, wiping away all his uneasiness. He returned to his initial calm state and said, "I'm sorry," with his head lowered.
"I don't want to hear this." Besides, he was not wrong, so there was no need to apologize to him.
"I don't seem to recognize my own identity." Xu Jing's lips curled up slightly, and he never took off the bitter smile after it was put on.
Mo Zechuan was upset by what he saw and really wanted to take out a cigarette from his pocket to temporarily free himself from the negative emotions.
"you……"
Xu Jing lowered his head, unable to discern the complex emotions in his eyes. He only knew he couldn't ask for too much; the more he asked, the more heartbroken he would be.
If I get it, I am lucky; if I lose it, it is my fate.
He couldn't ask for too much from Mo Zechuan.
Forget it, just have a good sleep and everything will be fine tomorrow.
He pulled the quilt over him and slowly curled up into a ball on the bed.
Mo Zechuan felt more stressed after seeing this. He wanted to scold him but was afraid of making him even more unhappy. Whether it was a quarrel or something else, it was something he didn't want to see.
He patiently rubbed his head and sighed helplessly. "What's the fuss?"
"No." Xu Jing hid under the quilt and said in a muffled voice: "You have a good relationship with him."
He said it in a declarative manner, but it didn't sound very pleasant.
Mo Zechuan's face darkened as he pulled the man out of the quilt. He gritted his teeth and said, "What the hell are you saying? He and I are neighbors, and you can't even let me have a word with him?"
"Third Master." Xu Jing looked at him calmly and said slowly, "What happens between you and him has nothing to do with me."
"So what are you struggling with?" Mo Zechuan smiled instead of getting angry. "You are mine, do whatever I tell you to do."
"You're talking about a follower, and I'm not one."
Isn't his identity just a prostitute? Why is a duck being so pretentious?
Is it because the money I gave him was not enough that made him dissatisfied, or is it because I did not give him enough face?
Seeing that he was calm as if nothing had happened, Mo Zechuan was furious.
He would rather Xiao Zhou beat him up, because beating him up would prove that he still holds a certain position in Xiao Zhou's heart. Otherwise, now...
Wait, how could a wealthy man like him ask for the love of a duck?
What a fucking joke.
"Listen to me, pleasing me and making me happy is what you should do."
Seeing his pale and weak face, and tears gathering in his eyes, he said without thinking: "Who are you pretending to be pitiful for? Who cares about your pity?"
It's really bad luck.
A phone call completely destroyed the atmosphere that had been brewing.
He was still fuming when the phone rang again. The caller ID showed Xu Ziyu. "Hey, buddy. You've been out and about for two days. You're feeling pretty good, aren't you?"
What a shame, now he's even sulking himself. This made Mo Zechuan want to ask, who's the sponsor, you or me? Do you know how to serve others?
Xu Ziyu laughed out loud on the other end of the phone. "Okay, uncle wants you to come home. You haven't even been home for a few days, and he's really missing you."
"No."
"Oh." Xu Ziyu understood. It seemed that the newcomer was quite to the old Mexican's taste, so he felt relieved.
"We're setting up a party tomorrow. Want to go to Golden Palace together?"
"No." After Mo Zechuan hung up the phone, he saw Xiao Zhou crawling back into bed. He really didn't know whether he was angry with him or left in a huff.
Mo Zechuan felt for the cigarettes in his pocket, took out one and went outside to borrow a light.
"Xu Jing, you are still angry." 021 It's rare to see Xu Jing go crazy at the beginning of a relationship. Could he be really sick?
"No." Xu Jing said calmly, "I just don't want to worry about his affairs with the male lead. When I see him, I instinctively want to flirt with him, and then compete with him for who's better. I'm tired of competing with him anymore."
"Is that really the case?" Isn't it because you care about him?
"Really not." Xu Jing said with a smile. "Well, instead of arguing with others, it's better to have a good sleep. Good night."
"good evening."
An hour later, Mo Zechuan entered the ward reeking of cigarette smoke.
Just when I was about to talk to Xiao Zhou, I saw him sleeping with his head leaning against the pillow.
His quiet look was quite attractive. After retracting his aggressive claws, he became much more well-behaved and obedient than usual.
Without quarrels and crying, everything can return to normal.
Mo Zechuan thought that he still couldn't bear to part with this face.
Afraid that the smell of smoke would choke him, Mo Zechuan went to the bathroom and washed himself inside and out before going to bed.
The 1.6-meter bed is too crowded for two men.
He hugged Xiao Zhou's waist from behind, slowly waiting for him to turn over and lean on his arms, falling asleep.
For the first time, Mo Zechuan felt that he was alone and really needed someone to accompany him, and Xiao Zhou was a suitable person.
The next day, when Xu Jing woke up, the bed was empty.
He turned his head and saw the black and gold card placed near the pillow, and a smile appeared in his eyes.
Even though the bad man quarreled, he still gave what he deserved.
Xu Jing took the black gold card to the registration point to swipe the card to register, successfully got on the last bus and registered.
There were many people participating in the competition. While Xu Jing was waiting outside the door, he heard some rumors that only fifty people would be selected in the preliminary round. No matter how many people there were, only fifty would enter the training class for training.
The competition system is strict, but it can't stop the passion of wanting to become famous overnight.
After Xu Jing got the number, he confirmed with the staff that the preliminary round would be held two days later.
The competition consists of voice and dance. Both must pass the average line to have a place on the waiting list. If the performance is excellent, you will directly enter the next stage of practice. If you fail, you will lose the opportunity and try again next year.
The original owner was 18 this year, at an awkward age, feeling a bit uncomfortable being in the middle. If she were to compete again next year, she was afraid she wouldn't be able to do it, so she had to find a safe way to get into the preliminaries.
Got it. Xu Jing slapped his forehead and came up with an idea to find Wang Ke.
Wang Ke is the foreman of Golden KTV and has been hanging out with upper-class people for a long time, so he should have some musical resources. He can find someone in the music circle through Wang Ke and ask him for guidance. It is better to cram at the last minute than to be in the dark.
If you want to do it, just do it. After Xu Jing swiped a thousand cash from his black gold card, he took a taxi to the golden staff room to find Wang Ke.
Yesterday, Wang Ke went to the police station to look for his electric scooter, but was told by the police that it had been detained at the traffic police brigade for violating traffic regulations and that he needed to go there to claim it. Wang Ke then hurried to the traffic police brigade, paid the fine, and got his electric scooter back.
After a busy day, he returned to the dormitory in the middle of the night and fell asleep. When he woke up, he saw a lot of missed calls. Just as he was about to call back, he heard a knock on the door.
"Who is it?" Wang Ke shouted weakly, putting on his clothes and going to open the door.
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