Chapter 209 I’m jealous and I’m going to punish you
At this moment, Tang Tang wished she could pretend that she had never existed. She slowly stepped back and gently closed the door as the light in her sight gradually dimmed.
Both of them realized that someone was sneaking around to create a safe and enclosed environment for them to be alone.
However, Xie Jingcheng did not move at all. Since Xie Jingcheng did not move, Song Qingxing naturally would not move either. The two of them just watched quietly.
This guy can't just kill himself in broad daylight.
Song Qingxing thought so in her heart, and at the same time, she became bolder and looked at Xie Jingcheng with raised eyebrows.
"No, we just shook hands openly. Fu Yue only brought a notepad and no pen, so she went back to get a pen in a hurry."
"But I happened to have the red pen you used to circle the script, so I reached out and grabbed her."
Fu Yue?
Are they calling each other so intimately?
It was obvious that the two of them were not paying attention to the same thing at all. Xie Jingcheng noticed the affectionate name almost immediately.
Please!
Song Qingxing seldom called herself Jingcheng, and Xie Jingcheng once asked her in confusion why.
Don’t you feel strange because you always call me by my full name?
She didn't like this feeling of strangeness. She wanted them to be closer, preferably with a nickname that was exclusive and ambiguous.
Song Qingxing naturally gave her own answer, which was that calling "baby", "baby" or "Chengcheng" or something like that was too corny.
As if thinking from another's perspective, Xie Jingcheng also imagined that if he kept calling people like that, it would really be annoying, so he no longer insisted on calling them by nicknames or pet names.
As a result, Song Qingxing turned around and called someone else, which was a bit difficult for her to accept.
"I see. But why do you call her Fu Yue?"
Xie Jingcheng nodded and nonchalantly accepted Song Qingxing's explanation, as if she didn't care about it at all. However, Song Qingxing knew that this guy was just pretending.
In fact, I care about it to death, otherwise I wouldn't say these sarcastic words now.
"It feels intimate to yell at fans like this. I used to yell like this at handshake events with idol groups."
"Maybe you haven't been here before. Sometimes you have to call people even more disgusting names. After all, being an idol is just like that. Otherwise, people spend thousands or tens of thousands of dollars to see you, and you still put on a sullen face and refuse to call them alike. What's wrong with that?"
Song Qingxing could understand the fans' feelings and was not like her colleagues who were full of enthusiasm at the beginning but became a little lazy later in the handshake meeting.
He can't even smile when talking to his fans.
Therefore, Song Qingxing was able to be promoted to the top of the idol group after just a few years.
There are traces to follow, and it is not just relying on her face, but this beautiful face is indeed the weapon that made her famous all over the country.
Maybe the decline in my popularity has something to do with the loss of collagen in my face?
No matter how beautiful a person is, they cannot stay in their twenties forever. Song Qingxing can accept that she is getting older, but she cannot accept that she is getting older so quickly.
Everyone is like this, otherwise those expensive skin care products would not sell.
After hearing Song Qingxing's serious explanation, the little flame that was originally burning in Xie Jingcheng's mind went out.
So that's why, it's an occupational disease, so he still can't change the habit of calling fans by intimate names.
When I think about it this way, I can accept a lot more.
However, forgiveness is forgiveness, and Xie Jingcheng should vent his jealousy.
So, Xie Jingcheng reached out and pinched Song Qingxing's chin with his fingers, applying a little force with his fingertips. She could feel the scorching heat and the slightly trembling pupils of the little rabbit.
"Xie Jingcheng?"
Song Qingxing certainly knew that there were only two people left in the room, but she still tried to speak and call back Xie Jingcheng's sanity.
She always felt that it was not okay to be so ambiguous in a small room. If a stagehand or assistant came to find Xie Jingcheng, the intimate contact between the two would be exposed in public.
How shameful.
It's like running along the coast without clothes on.
"You're not an idol anymore. I'll propose to you, Mrs. Xie. You don't need to call me that anymore."
After saying this, as if to vent the remaining bitterness in his heart, Xie Jingcheng kissed her regardless. The makeup on her face was bright.
But she is not like some female stars who wear a thick layer of makeup on their heads and even from their necks to their shoulders, for fear of exposing their original skin color.
However, as the eldest daughter who was pampered by her parents, Xie Jingcheng's skin has always been almost as white as jade, and even to the touch, it is as delicate as a peeled egg.
Xie Jingcheng's face was so handsome that Song Qingxing hardly resisted and let him press her on the chair. Xie Jingcheng was wearing a wig, but the wig was black and shiny.
Except for being a little rough, it almost looks like Xie Jingcheng's own.
Song Qingxing didn't dare to push it away at all. It was said that the suit Xie Jingcheng was wearing cost hundreds of thousands of dollars, although it was a small amount of money for Xie Jingcheng.
But for me, it is a huge sum of money that should be cherished.
After all, Song Qingxing had been poor before.
At that time, the rent of nearly one thousand yuan a month had to be broken down and calculated.
One thousand yuan sounds like a lot, enough to buy hundreds of buckets of instant noodles, but if you are in a first-tier city, there is basically nothing left except the toilet and bed.
It is conceivable how difficult it was for Song Qingxing during that period, so much so that after her rebirth, she chose Xie Jingcheng as her lover without hesitation.
She gave up her dignity and everything.
But he didn't expect that Cupid, the god of love, would shoot him with an arrow when he turned the corner.
Xie Jingcheng...do you know?
Meeting you is the luckiest thing in my life, but you will never know it.
Song Qingxing closed her eyes and began to respond to Xie Jingcheng. Although she knew that if she continued like this, the makeup that her makeup artist had carefully applied would be ruined, Xie Jingcheng was still unable to extricate himself.
The feeling of lips rolling against lips is particularly different, especially this time there is a hint of lipstick mixed in. The smell of lipstick is not irritating, just a little sticky.
Song Qingxing's ears were almost red. She felt like she was in the clouds, falling continuously, and finally landed on a big, soft cotton cloud.
I can't go on like this, otherwise I'll be the first person to faint from a kiss.
Song Qingxing reached out and gently pushed Xie Jingcheng. The two were only a little distance apart. Song Qingxing lowered her voice, and the words she spoke were a little hoarse.
"Xie Jingcheng, you're wearing makeup, and you kiss me so unscrupulously like that. Your makeup artist will be so mad that she'll faint."
Finally, the pair of big hands that were restraining her waist stopped.
Xie Jingcheng blinked.
Smiling indifferently.
"I'll just give her a subsidy later."
"But you have to remember, next time don't call others so casually and so intimately."
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