The soft and caring words made Song Wenzhi feel a little better about the jealousy in his heart. Xiao Yu also cared about him...
"I was distracted earlier. Sorry, let's do it again."
Seeing that he refused, Qiao Yu did not force him. After all, she knew how important this performance was to these boys.
During the break, Qiao Yu had just taken a sip of water when Luo Yuanhe's voice stammered:
"Xiao...Sister Yu, what you are holding is mine."
His voice was as thin as a mosquito and his face flushed red, like a decent man who had been teased.
Didn’t you deliberately put it in a place where you could easily take it by mistake?
"Ah...sorry, sorry, I really don't know. I'll get you a new bottle."
After saying that, he immediately put down the water bottle in his hand, stood up mechanically with his hands and feet, and turned around with a bright red face.
Only Song Wenzhi, who had been staring at Qiao Yu, saw this scene and the camera inside the room. The plastic bottle in Song Wenzhi's hand had been squeezed and deformed.
Fortunately, it was not caught on camera, otherwise the show trainees would be criticized for openly crushing the sponsor's drinks.
It was daytime, and there were naturally cameras filming the practice room. It was obvious why Luo Yuanhe did this.
As for why Qiao Yu knew the truth but didn't reveal it yet, it was just to wait for the show to be broadcast so that she could remind Ji Xianbai, otherwise he would be snatched away by someone else.
But there is also a disadvantage. If Uncle Lu sees this, he will definitely become a stingy person again and bully her to death.
In the evening, everyone went to eat. Qiao Yu came back to get something and heard the music in the practice room. He opened the door and said:
"Wen Zhi, why are you still practicing? Haven't you gone to eat yet?"
Song Wenzhi stopped when he heard the voice, but did not respond to Qiao Yu. The fatigue from the continuous training suddenly stopped and he gasped heavily.
Seeing that he didn't respond, Qiao Yu walked over and squatted down. Could he have hypoglycemia?
"Wenzhi, are you okay? Do you want me to take you to the hospital..."
Before she could finish her words, strong male hormones surrounded her. Song Wenzhi hugged Qiao Yu tightly, almost rubbing her into his bones and blood.
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