Ning Ji was sitting in the back seat of the nanny's car, crossing her legs and scrolling through her phone with an expressionless face. His assistant was driving in front, telling him about the upcoming work arrangements while driving. Ning Ji responded from time to time.
Xiao Gao glanced at him through the rearview mirror in the car and said hesitantly: "There is one more thing."
Ning Ji raised her eyebrows without raising her head: "What?"
"It's Brother Ning, your father. He couldn't get through to you, so he called me. He asked me to tell you to call him back when you have time."
"Haha -" Ning Ji sneered, turned off her phone, leaned back on the chair and looked at Xiao Gao through the rearview mirror, "Tell me, how many calls did he make to you?"
He couldn't understand Mr. Ning's virtues very well. If he didn't answer the phone, he would beat the people around him like crazy until someone answered.
Xiao Gao was silent for a moment, and while waiting for the traffic lights to turn green, he said, "Ten...twelve."
Ning Ji showed an expression of "Sure enough," her eyes were cold.
If Wan Biqing saw Ning Ji now, she probably wouldn't be able to say "he is very gentle".
There was a dead silence in the car for a long time, Xiao Gao's heart was beating nervously.
He has been following Ning Ji for the longest time, and he knows that his gentleness on the outside is all fake, and that behind his back, he has a very bad temper. Of course, this bad temper will only be triggered at certain times.
After waiting for a while, Ning Ji picked up her phone, unlocked it, released Ning Bufan from the blacklist, and called him.
"You finally remembered your father?"
Ning Bufan's drunken voice came through the receiver, and Ning Ji frowned in disgust, "If you have anything to say, please tell me."
"What's your attitude? Ning Ji, I am your father! You are nothing without me!"
The person on the other end of the phone suddenly became angry. The voice was so loud that even Xiao Gao heard it and shrank his neck, wishing he could hide directly under the car.
Ning Ji tapped her knee gently with her index finger, and stretched out her other hand to rest on the back seat. She waited for him to finish before saying nonchalantly: "Then you're gone as soon as possible, so that I'll be nothing."
"You-" Ning Bufan was so angry that he gasped quickly, but he couldn't say anything to refute.
"If you have nothing to do, just hang up. Don't waste my time."
Ning Ji was about to hang up when Ning Bufan suddenly said: "Wait a minute, your brother is getting engaged. You must be there next month."
"What does his engagement have to do with me?"
"You also know his engagement partner. She is a young lady from the Lou family, Lou Qingxue. Logically speaking, you should be a couple, but you have no intention of getting married. The Lou family is also more optimistic about your brother. They are about the same age. We just got together, and I..."
Ning Ji twitched the corner of her mouth, hung up directly, and blocked the call with her backhand.
Does he care who Ai falls in love with?
But...the Lou family...
Hearing the surname Ning Ji, he thought of a person. His eyes flickered for a moment, and he opened Weibo and searched for his own account that no one knew about.
After Lou Jinhuan participated in the show, Weibo changed his name and became certified, so he was called Lou Jinhuan.
There are very few surnames and first names, and no one with the same name can be found together.
Ning Ji regained her energy and opened her follow list. There were all kinds of things, but she couldn't see anything. And there weren't many people following her. She only had 10,000 Weibo fans. Compared with other people in the same period, she was completely confused. .
There are also very few Weibo posts. Apart from some promotional reposts, the most recent one is the photo of her watching the sunset captured by a talent scout.
The girl turned sideways, half of her face bathed in golden light. She was clean and melancholy, and her beauty was cold and pitiful.
Ning Ji was stunned for a moment. When he reacted, a line of small words flashed on the screen: The picture has been saved.
Ning Ji: "..."
He pinched his eyebrows, lowered his head and murmured: "I'm possessed..."
He remained motionless in this posture. Xiao Gao in front of him thought he was too sad and comforted him dryly, "Brother Ning, there is no grass anywhere in the world. It would be better if this one cannot be planted."
Ning Ji: "..."
It's really unfair of you to be an assistant, go and talk about cross talk.
He raised his head and stared dimly at the rearview mirror. His hair stood up at the sight, and Ning Ji suddenly smiled again.
Xiaogao: "..."
Mom, I want to resign.
Ning Ji broke the pot, clicked "Follow" on her trumpet, and then exited Weibo.
"Don't worry about him. Next time he hits you, block him. If he comes to you, go to me. I have nothing to do with him. Don't give him face." Ning Ji said coldly, and then said: "It's useless. I turned down all the entertainment and said I was too busy recording the show."
Xiao Gao nodded, but he was thinking in his heart, wouldn't he be a guest tutor, wouldn't it be very busy?
…
The conversation with Wan Biqing was just a small interlude. After resting for half an hour after returning, Lou Jinhuan picked up the prop sword again and started practicing in front of the mirror.
This Flower Drunken Frost and Cold Sword Dance is not only difficult, but also broken, and has many changes. If you want to memorize it, you have to practice it constantly to form muscle memory. You also have to memorize the music and know which part corresponds to which action.
Even if Lou Jinhuan has memories from the past and has learned martial arts for many years, it is still difficult to reach the level of his previous life in a short time.
One minute on stage and ten years of hard work off stage. Lou Jinhuan deeply realized the weight behind this sentence and did not dare to neglect it for a moment.
At first, Wan Biqing thought she had plenty of time. With seven days, she would definitely be able to practice without having to work so hard. However, after seeing Lou Jinhuan, she was inspired to work hard.
The previous pride that she relied on her good dancing skills disappeared, and there was only one thought left in her mind: Lou Jinhuan didn't want to hold her back, and she couldn't hold Lou Jinhuan back.
The two of them seemed to be competing. After eating every day, they would watch the tablet to see how others danced. After resting, they would continue practicing. When they were tired, they would rest for ten minutes before continuing.
I practiced until late at night, and there was no one in the other training rooms.
Wan Biqing couldn't hold on any longer. She couldn't lift her arms and her legs felt like they were filled with lead. She threw away the sword and said feebly: "Okay, don't tie me up, sister. Let's go back to sleep?"
Lou Jinhuan jumped up and then landed steadily, "You go back first, I will practice for a while."
Wan Biqing gave her a thumbs up in admiration and took the first step.
As soon as the dance was over, Lou Jinhuan put down her sword and moved her hands and feet. When she stepped back, she lost her balance, stumbled, and slowly sat down while holding on to the wall.
[It looks so hard, Lou Lou, do you want to work so hard? 】
[Can you not fight? There are only seven members in this girl group, but there are only a handful of capable and talented people, and they will be left behind if they slack off even a little bit. Besides, the original owner’s previous performance was so bad. If he wants to fight back, he has to rely on the Ergong stage]
[I feel sorry for Loulou. In fact, she can ask the male protagonist for help, right? The male protagonist is voice controlled. It shouldn't be difficult to defeat him? 】
【Who are you insulting? Loulou is so proud, why should he rely on men when he can do things by himself? She doesn't care about the male protagonist, right? 】
More people just watch the barrage, and their distress will be converted into rewards.
Hearing that points were being added to his account, Lou Jinhuan raised his head and smiled happily.
Wan Biqing's words about how Ning Ji was killed rang in her ears again. She closed her eyes, wiped the sweat from her forehead, stood up, and did it again.
