After the mother was reborn, she was deeply involved in the battle for favor between her sons

Ji Zeqiu glanced at his agent and said calmly, "What do I regret?"

After saying that, he entered the interview room.

The agent shrugged, didn't care, and followed him in.

The interview went smoothly and we took a few more photos afterwards, and that marked the end of this work.

"After the interview video is edited, I will send it to you for review together with the photos. If there is a chance for us to cooperate next time, please take care of me, Mr. Ji." The staff member happily shook hands with Ji Zeqiu.

Ji Zeqiu said goodbye to the staff with a gentle smile on his lips.

As soon as he left, his agent came over again in a mean way, "I just found out for you that Shen Qingtang is filming an interview video in Hall 2. It shouldn't be finished yet. Do you want to go over and take a look?"

Ji Zeqiu glanced at him and said, "If you have nothing to do, go and keep an eye on two more artists."

"Really not going?"

"I am going home."

Ji Zeqiu turned and left.

His mother is still at home. Maybe Ji Tingyang has secretly taken his mother out to play. He has to go back quickly.

The entertainment industry is so small that it is very common to meet each other at work.

So Ji Zeqiu didn't take his meeting with Shen Qingtang today to heart, but unexpectedly, they met again the next day by coincidence.

He and Shen Qingtang participated in the recording of a variety show as temporary guests.

Since they were just temporary guest stars, they didn't have to record much content and it was completed in one day.

When it was dinner time, Ji Zeqiu and Shen Qingtang were dragged by other artists to a restaurant to eat together.

Shen Qingtang glanced at Ji Zeqiu, and when he nodded, he also agreed.

During the meal, a staff member ordered a few bottles of wine and went around looking for people to toast with wine glasses.

Ji Zeqiu was the most famous artist among them. He went over to toast, but after being politely declined, he did not dare to force it. He looked around the box, looking for the next target to toast.

If it were in the past, Shen Qingtang would be an unknown figure on the 18th line and no one would care about her at all.

I wouldn't go out of my way to chat with her, let alone toast her.

However, some time ago, Shen Qingtang took advantage of the many resources given by Ji Zeqiu and appeared frequently on the screen, and even his fame increased a lot.

He is already considered an actor of some fame.

Because of this, other artists came to Shen Qingtang to greet her, toast her, and want to establish a good relationship with her.

Maybe he will become a big star in the future.

"Qingtang, come here, eat more. You look so thin now." A woman eagerly picked up some food for her.

"Teacher Shen, come on, let's have a drink." The staff member came to Shen Qingtang with a glass of wine, and the glass in his hand was almost raised to her face.

With so many people watching around, Shen Qingtang couldn't afford to offend him in public, so he could only force himself to drink the wine.

Cup after cup.

People came to toast one after another.

Shen Qingtang couldn't drink much to begin with, and he felt dizzy in a short while.

"Teacher Shen, our program team has booked a room in a nearby hotel. I think it's dangerous for you to go back like this. Why don't I help you go to the hotel to rest first." When the show was over, a male artist took the initiative to help her and suggested to him.

"No need." Shen Qingtang still held on to the last bit of rationality and brushed away the man's outstretched hand. "My agent will come to pick me up later. She will take me home."

"You can also go to the hotel to rest and wait until your agent arrives, and then ask her to pick you up," he said.

"I'll just stand here and wait, there's no need to make things so troublesome." Shen Qingtang has seen too many unspoken rules in the industry, and she doesn't dare to follow a man after drinking.

The man was still persuading.

Shen Qingtang was anxious and kept looking around for someone familiar to help.

But most of the people who had just had dinner had left. She waited anxiously for a long time but didn't see anyone else coming out of the restaurant.

The man was very strong, and just when she was about to be pulled away, a familiar figure came into her sight.

Shen Qingtang staggered over and grabbed his arm.

"Can you take me home?"

Ji Zeqiu raised his eyes and saw pleading and anxiety in her clear eyes.

Obviously, there was no transaction or relationship between them, but when Shen Qingtang saw him, he still subconsciously depended on him.

"Hey, Teacher Ji, you haven't left yet?" The man was a little surprised and pointed at Shen Qingtang, "Teacher Shen drank too much. I was planning to send her to the hotel to rest."

Explain what you just did.

Shen Qingtang's mind was already fuzzy. He grabbed Ji Zeqiu's hand and applied a little force, "I don't want to go to the hotel. I want to go home..."

Ji Zeqiu immediately understood her concerns, and he held her staggering body and said to the man, "No need to go to the hotel, I can just take her back."

"But……"

Before the man could say something, Ji Zeqiu had already taken Shen Qingtang into the car and left.

There was some traffic on the road, and the cars were stopping and starting, not going very fast.

Shen Qingtang fell on the passenger seat, answering her agent's call with a slurred voice, "Sister Han, a friend has already sent me home, you don't have to worry..."

"Well... just turn around and go back..."

"Uh-huh……"

She closed her eyes, as if she had lost consciousness, and kept repeating the word "hmm" with her mouth, but she had already fallen asleep peacefully.

After arriving downstairs of Shen Qingtang's residential complex, Ji Zeqiu called her a few times, "You're home."

Shen Qingtang opened his eyes hazily. As soon as he got off the car, he felt a sour taste in his stomach. He held onto a pillar and vomited.

I couldn't even move even if I squatted on the ground.

It looked like he didn't even have the strength to go upstairs and go home.

Ji Zeqiu sighed, walked over and picked her up, frowned and warned her, "Don't spit on me."

Shen Qingtang snorted a few times, and it was unclear whether he heard what he said.

When they arrived at her apartment, Ji Zeqiu looked at the tightly closed door and wanted to ask her what the password was, but she was so drunk that she spoke incoherently and he couldn't ask her at all.

He pursed his lips and tried the previous door code with a hope.

When the door opened, a flash of surprise flashed across his eyes.

I didn't expect that Shen Qingtang hasn't changed his password yet.

It’s too unsafe.

Ji Zeqiu casually put her on the bed and was about to leave when Lin Xu called.

"Ze Qiu, didn't you just say you were on your way home? Why haven't you come back yet? You haven't replied to my WeChat messages either. Is there anything wrong?"

Hearing Lin Xu's concern, Ji Zeqiu's originally depressed mood due to the delay in returning home became much happier.

"I just had something to do, I'll be back now!"

At this moment, a hand pulled him back, and a soft voice rang out: "Don't go..."

Lin Xu on the other end of the phone was silent for a moment, "...It's okay to come back later. Oh no, it's okay not to come back either."

Ji Zeqiu: ! !