Race on the Head of the Ex [Rebirth]

Grandma He is always vigorous and resolute. Early the next morning, when He Qingqi was learning to dance in the rehearsal room, she was called out by the mysterious Zhang Yufan.

She shook her wrist, realizing that maybe it was because of the phone call yesterday, panting and saying: "Zhiwei, I'll go out and have a look. You guys practice first."

"Yeah." Zhuo Zhiwei replied.

When I went out, I was really a child leader.

"What's the matter? Director."

Teacher Tong happily smiled with He Qingqi: "Let's talk while walking."

"Huh?" He Qingqi was stunned, then reacted and said with a smile: "Okay."

"Xiaohe, if you have any requirements in the future, just tell us directly, you don't need to be so polite."

When Dao Tong received the call yesterday, he was puzzled. He Qingqi said that he would call his mentor when he called a mentor, and when he said rob a call, he would rob the phone. Why did he suddenly become shy?

Last time, the instructor said that if you change it, you can change it. The little thing about eating will definitely be done right away.

"The cafeteria will be open in the future, can you see it okay?"

He Qingqi was also not polite to him: "No, I want to eat in the bedroom. The kitchen utensils in our bedroom are so complete, so it's a pity."

"Okay!" Tong Dao agreed very readily: "I will equip you with a large refrigerator in a dormitory of Class A, and replenish it once a week."

"Thank you for the director." He Qingqi thanked him, his eyebrows and eyes were unconsciously joyful, and finally there was no need to rub Zhang Xiaoyu's instant noodles!

She hesitated for a moment: "Then...what's the director? Nothing, I'm going back to training..."

"Of course something is going on! And it's a good thing, the training is not bad at this moment. Oh, you'll know it in the past."

He Qingqi: "???"

Could it be... Is it Gaidō Che who came to see her again? Or is it He Qingzhou? grandfather? grandmother?

Yesterday she personally disrupted the program group's plan. At this moment, she really couldn't think of anything good.

He Qingqi dubiously followed the director into a conference room. There were a few other people in the conference room. There was a pile of paper on the table of the man in the middle who didn't know what it was.

The man standing by the window turned his back to He Qingqi, half-pocketed, wearing a gray suit, standing tall, with extraordinary temperament.

He Qingqi raised his eyebrows: "Are you?"

Hearing this, the man slowly turned around, and the corners of his lips were curled up: "Miss He, you have forgotten things."

"Han Teshou?" He Qingqi exclaimed in surprise. Han Teshou is He Dongche's special assistant. He has strong working ability and good character. Later, he became famous in Heshi Group. He has worked for more than ten years. A friendship is also considered an acquaintance.

"My dad is looking for something to do with me?"

Han Tezhu walked to the table and pushed the stack of paper in front of He Qingqi: "Miss He, please take a look."

He Qingqi glanced at Han Tezhu suspiciously, and then glanced through it at a glance, shocking his eyes.

"Fuck." He Qingqi couldn't hold back: "My dad is crazy."

He Qingqi put down the pieces of paper, and the seven characters came into view.

—Transfer of housing property rights.

…

"This is too thorough." He Qingqi murmured.

Until noon, He Qingqi was still fascinated, as if in a dream.

If I remember correctly, she only joked about "inheriting this building" yesterday, but today, it really belongs to her?

…

The refrigerator and ingredients are also in place.

At night, when Tao Jinghan entered the dormitory, she saw a large refrigerator in the dormitory. She opened her mouth into an o-shape in surprise. After looking at each layer, she found that there was everything that could be obtained from vegetables and meat.

"Qingqi, this work efficiency is too high, it's time for processing money." Tao Jinghan patted He Qingqi on the shoulder, and teased: "Renminbi players are good."

He Qingqi glanced at her with a slightly threatening expression in his eyes.

Tao Jinghan immediately rushed to survive: "It is better to participate in a program with RMB players at the same time."

Tao Jinghan dogleg asked: "How about, Qingqi, what would you like to eat? The slave will make it for you."

Only then did He Qingqi nod his head in satisfaction, and glanced across the refrigerator: "Eat something simpler, get some... Tomato and Egg Soup!"

"okay!"

"Remember to add more starch, I want to drink a bit thicker." He Qingqi added.

"Hey~"

After a long while, Tao Jinghan tilted his head and finally realized something was wrong.

He moved his hands for a while and roared:

"He Qingqi! Can you eat without me!"

Seeing this, He Qingqi quickly slipped out of the kitchen and glanced at Zhuo Zhiwei, shrinking his neck, and spitting out the tip of his tongue mischievously, with a mouth shape on his mouth: "This silly slave."

Zhuo Zhi pursed his lips slightly, with a three-point smile at the corners of his lips.

After a while, there was a smell of fragrance from the kitchen, and He Qingqi's empty stomach cried in due course.

Tao Jinghan quickly took out a soup bowl, put it on the table, and quickly touched his earlobe.

Seeing He Qingqi rolled his eyes, he went back to the kitchen and took two small bowls.

He Qingqi smiled at her shyly, and was about to take it. He saw Tao Jinghan hiding behind him, raising his eyebrows and asking, "Who is a slave?"

"I, I." He Qingqi said: "I can't do it yet."

Tao Jinghan "hum" before handing the bowl to He Qingqi: "You want thicker soup."

He Qingqi was not polite, and started drinking.

After drinking and eating, He Qingqi wiped his mouth, remembering the business, and holding Zhuo Zhiwei standing in an empty position in the living room, he prepared the radio again:

"Jing Han, you can help us to see, we always can't do this dance well."

"Okay, jump." Tao Jinghan raised Erlang's legs, took a toothpick and inserted a piece of watermelon, his cheeks were bulging, like an ancient boy who ordered a show and not a singer.

But whoever asked the two of them to look at each other could only bear it. With the progress of the music, He Qingqi's hand stroked Zhuo Zhiwei's waist, lingered on the lower abdomen, and then slid to Zhuo Zhiwei. On the other side, Zhuo Zhi turned his head slightly, his movements coordinated like flowing water.

This is a duet dance, which is the essence of this song. Tao Jinghan understood the problem after just a glance.

No him, because she has had problems in this place. The movements are too gentle, and the eyes are not sticky enough, this is what Bian Sui Tong once said to her.

She is the most conscientious captain, the most perfect idol, but also the most indifferent girl. She is extremely sensitive to the emotions in her eyes when dancing, but she can't detect her most straightforward feelings.

Her indifference is different from Zhuo Zhiwei, Zhuo Zhiwei just doesn't want to laugh, but Bian Suitong, no one smiles more normatively in front of the camera than her, she just doesn't care about you, heartless, like no Feelings are average.

As a professional idol, she will cooperate with you in cp business, but never take your feelings seriously. She calls same-sex feelings "adolescent throbbing", "the illusion of living alone in a foreign country"...

Tao Jinghan's voice repeated the words of the girl in his memory without ups and downs:

"Qingqi, you need to work harder to touch Zhiwei. It is best to see that your fingers are gently immersed in the flesh. Only when your fingertips are swiped can you have the feeling of extreme desire and make your heart beat faster."

"Zhiwei, your eyes should be very charming, there is a feeling of smiling but not smiling, don't always avoid Qingqi's gaze, stick together, don't blush, the kind of green feeling of seeing first love is not what this song needs of."

"The cp business company has taught it, just follow the instructions. It's best to make the audience feel that you are real, and it meets the requirements of this song."

"A good dance should be like a drama, let the audience see what story you are telling, the eyes, emotions, and movement are indispensable. You can only let me see that this is a dance..."

He Qingqi and Zhuo Zhiwei watched and talked in amazement, but they were like Tao Jinghan, who was an inexorable guidance machine, and felt that the state of each other seemed to be wrong.

"Jing...Jinghan, are you okay?"

Tao Jinghan's eyes straightened, then he narrowed his eyebrows slightly, and said in a dull voice: "It's okay, just thinking of some unhappy memories."

"Then if there is anything you need us to help, just say it straight." Zhuo Zhiwei said seriously.

"Well, I will."

He Qingqi and Zhuo Zhiwei came to the side and discussed the issues Tao Jinghan pointed out in a low voice. They intuitively told them that Tao Jinghan's something was wrong with this song, so they tried to reduce the decibels as much as possible.

After this night of discussion, the two discovered the problem.

However, they are still shy to do such intimate actions to each other, sometimes because of their fast heartbeat, they dare not look into each other's eyes.

Especially for someone like He Qingqi who has a ghost in his heart, and that posture is too ambiguous, Zhuo Zhiwei doesn't know, she doesn't know yet? She likes girls, so she doesn't dare to get close even more, for fear of being said to be deliberately taking advantage of Zhuozhi, and she will not be able to meet their requirements after practicing many times.

"Come and come again! None of the seven of us qualified!" It was noon, and He Qingxi was soaked all over, but she was so upset that she even had doubts about herself because of the duet dance and just wanted to continue practicing. I have forgotten about eating.

There was less than a week left, but she and Zhuo Zhiwei still couldn't arrange this section, so anxious that the two of them had not returned to the dormitory for several days and had a good night's sleep.

"I don't believe it anymore. How can we not do what Jing Han and her teammates can do!"

Zhuo Zhiwei glanced at her, did not say anything, secretly moved the painful feet of the next generation, nodded firmly, she also suffocated.

Because the progress is too slow, they can only do it again and again. It seemed that the shoes were not very suitable. Zhuo Zhiwei's right foot had blisters, and even a few blisters had been worn out, which was spicy and painful.

But she kept holding on, and He Qingqi didn't know it, until she staggered during rehearsal.

He Qingqi quickly supported her with eyes and hands, and noticed the abnormality of her feet. He couldn't help but patted her head in annoyance: "It's gone, the others will go to eat first."

"Okay, the captain, we will bring you food for you in a while."

He Qingqi nodded, helped Zhuo Zhiwei to the chair beside him, went to get the medicine box by himself, frowned and said, "Why don't you tell me if you are injured?"