I Won’t Get Drunk With My Nemesis Again

In Zhao Yue’s familiar laughter, Jiang Zhao fell into confusion.

It turned out that Xiao Siye gave Zhao Yue the news of Xu Qingqing on the day he was caught in the storm of public opinion.

And Xiao Siye… helped him?

He looked at the bright rich lady and sister beside him, his mood was very complicated, and he asked tentatively: “Then… Xiao Siye, is he still with you?”

“No,” Zhao Yue thought he was asking where Xiao Siye is, “He left long ago.”

Jiang Zhao suddenly realized that she was already the former gold owner.

That is to say, even if Xiao Siye uses his nepotism, he has to help him secretly… Isn’t this behavior a little too selfless?

They are obviously rivals, and they have been pulling each other since their debut. Not only do they have conflicting resources, but they are fighting for the title of best actor.

But even if Xiao Siye was arguing with him every day on the surface, he helped him behind his back, and even put down his body to contact the former gold owner.

What is he doing?

Jiang Zhao made a random excuse to leave the cat cafe and then got into the nanny car frowning and headed to the rehearsal venue.

Along the way, the air pressure around him was a little low. Not only did he not see Sister today, but he also learned such unexpected news, and now he had to be forced to open a business, which is simply a triple crit.

Moreover, he still couldn’t understand why Xiao Siye did this.

Does he want to reconcile with him?

Jiang Zhao still couldn’t think of an answer.

After arriving at the venue, Jiang Zhao entered the single lounge and waited for the staff to notify him to take the stage.

His show is not difficult, just sing a very festive song with a few other stars, which happens to be the second-to-last finale before New Year’s Eve.

Was Xiao Siye invited?

Jiang Zhao suddenly remembered this, he opened the program list that he had never seen before, and swept his eyes quickly, and sure enough, he saw Xiao Siye on the New Year’s finale program.

…tsk.

Maybe Xiao Siye is present today. If he sees Xiao Siye, he can ask him directly.

Xiao Hu pushed open the door of the lounge: “Brother Jiang, it’s your turn!”

Jiang Zhao put down the program list in his hand, got up, and walked out.

He took the microphone and walked forward under the guidance of the staff. Not far from the stage, there is a melodious piano sound, crisp and melodious, with the melodious violin, like a flowing stream, quiet and clear.

“The previous show was a duet?” Jiang Zhao asked.

Xiao Hu knew for a long time that he would be too lazy to read the program carefully, and explained: “Yeah, Brother Jiang, the duet of piano and violin, I heard that the violinist came back from a foreign orchestra and has won many awards”

Jiang Zhao “Oh, I’m not interested in the violin. Who plays the piano?” Xiao Hu mentioned a household name, and Jiang Zhao nodded: “No surprise.”

For one syllable, the strings of the violin picked up a string of vibrato and stopped abruptly, leaving only a slight reverberation lingering in the venue.

Jiang Zhao was sorting his clothes beside the steps on the stage, and the pianist and violinist on the stage also walked toward the steps.

The moment he passed the two, Jiang Zhao raised his head.

The violinist next to him suddenly stopped, then slowly turned around:

“Xiao Zhao?”

Jiang Zhao’s movements stopped.

He didn’t answer, and the man thought he didn’t hear it, took another step towards him, and called, “Xiao Zhao, it’s me.”

“I’m back.”

“Han Tingfeng,” the pianist a few meters away asked strangely Said, “You know Mr. Jiang?”

Han Tingfeng smiled: “Yes, we are childhood friends that grew up together.”

He looked at Jiang Zhao again: “Xiao Zhao, long time no see, you are still the same as before.”

Jiang Zhao never said anything until the staff started to urge in the headset, and he raised his head as if he had just woken up from a dream.

He hid the coldness in his eyes: “Han Tingfeng.”

“I said, don’t appear in front of me again in this life.”

He strode onto the stage.

Han Tingfeng looked at his back, eyebrows frowned, and there was a touch of nostalgia and bitterness in his eyes.

After a while, he sighed in a low voice: “Xiao Zhao…”

Jiang Zhao rehearsed and interacted with others on stage step by step, showing a faint business smile.

But only he knew how messed up his mind was.

Han Tingfeng returned to China? Didn’t he get along well in foreign bands, when did he come back?

And he still has the face to greet him?

How dare he?!

After the rehearsal of the song ended, Jiang Zhao still stood there and didn’t move.

The dancer next to him quickly reminded in a low voice, “Brother Jiang, it’s time to go!”

Jiang Zhao recovered, apologized, and walked offstage with a frown.

Sure enough, he saw the figure dressed in a white suit, standing in front of the narrow passageway to and from the stage. Han Tingfeng likes to wear white suits since a long time ago, and this habit has not changed until now.

He wanted to ignore Han Tingfeng and move forward, but Han Tingfeng directly blocked his way.

“Xiao Zhao,” Han Tingfeng said with a sincere expression and a pleading look on his handsome face, “Let’s talk.”

Anyone who faces such a humble request from a gentle person will probably not be able to help but soften his heart.

It’s a pity that Jiang Zhao doesn’t eat this set, he raised his eyes coldly: “Go away.”

“Xiao Zhao…five minutes, just give me five minutes, okay?”

Two people blocked the way to the stage, one was a top-notch actor and the other was a well-known performer, and none of the surrounding staff dared to stop them.

Just when Jiang Zhao’s mood was about to drop to the lowest point, a smiling voice suddenly interspersed between the two: “Sir, you are in the way.”

Xiao Siye walked to Jiang Zhao’s side, dressed in his performance clothes, with two buttons unfastened in the middle of his shirt, a gold watch falling on his chest, his pocket watch falling into the right pocket of his suit coat, and a shimmering black crystal sequin on his shoulder.

The slender figure showed the flamboyant clothes vividly, making Jiang Zhao a little speechless: “You dress like this?”

“Don’t like it?” Xiao Siye asked.

Jiang Zhao rolled his eyes.

Xiao Siye smiled and stretched out his hand to him, Jiang Zhao frowned: “What are you doing?”

“The director asked me to use your microphone.” Xiao Siye said and glanced at Han Tingfeng next to him calmly.

Jiang Zhao clicked his tongue and gave him the microphone in his hand.

These few conversations sounded like they were not related, but when the two of them talked, people around them could feel some kind of wonderful aura between them, as if no one could get in.

Han Tingfeng’s smile faded almost instantly: “Who is this?” “Jiang Zhao’s senior, Xiao 　　Siye,” Xiao Siye stretched out his hand to him, smiling brightly, ” It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“it turned out to be the film emperor Xiao Suye. I’ve heard a lot about him for a long time.”

two clasped their hands tightly and immediately separated after exerting force, and when their eyes met, they both saw the same hostility in each other’s eyes.

Jiang Zhao was unaware and urged, “Aren’t you the one performing next show, why don’t you go up?”

Xiao Siye nodded: “Let’s go now.”

He turned around, suddenly held out his hand, pulled up Jiang Zhao’s left hand and put it in front of his eyes.

Jiang Zhao’s eyes widened slightly: “What are you doing?”

He was used to Xiao SIye that he forgot to break free for a while.

Xiao Siye stared at the faded marks on his fingers, and said, “Well, there are no scars.”

“That’s because I have a good physique.” Jiang Zhao snorted and pulled his hand back.

Xiao Siye smiled and finally walked to the stage.

Han Tingfeng clenched his fist when Xiao Siye grabbed Jiang Zhao’s hand and released it quietly after a few seconds.

He showed concern, but his expression was still the same as the gentleman’s performer: “Xiao Zhao, your hand…”

“It’s none of your business.”

Jiang Zhao glanced at him coldly, then turned and left.