Running a horse over the head of an ex [Rebirth]

Grandma He has always been vigorous and resolute in her work. Early the next morning, He Qingxi was learning to dance in the rehearsal room when she was called out by the mysterious Zhang Yufan.

She flicked her wrist, realizing that it might be because of the phone call yesterday, panting heavily: "Zhiwei, I'll go out and have a look, you guys practice first."

"En." Zhuo Zhi responded slightly.

When I went out, I saw that it was really Tong Dao.

"What's the matter? Director."

Tong Dao smiled with He Qingxi in a pleasant manner: "Let's talk while walking."

"Ah?" He Qingxi was stunned for a moment, then reacted and said with a smile, "Okay."

"Xiaohe, if you have any requirements in the future, just tell us directly, there is no need to be so polite."

Director Tong was also very puzzled when he received the call yesterday. He Qingxi called the tutor when he said he wanted to call the tutor, and grabbed the phone when he said he wanted to grab the phone. Why did he suddenly become shy?

Last time, the instructor said that he would just change it, and the small matter of eating would definitely be done right away.

"From now on, the cafeteria will be open at night, do you think it will work?"

He Qingxi was not polite to him either: "No, I want to eat in the dormitory. Our dormitory kitchen is so complete, so it's a pity."

"Okay!" Director Tong agreed very readily: "I will give you a big refrigerator in the first dormitory of Class A in a while, and replenish it once a week."

"Thank you, director." He Qingxi thanked him, with joy in his brows and eyes, and finally no need to rub Zhang Xiaoyu's instant noodles in the future!

She hesitated for a moment: "Then... is there anything else director? I'm going back to training..."

"Of course something happened! And it's a good thing, the training is not too late. Hey, you'll know it in the past."

He Qingqi: "???"

Could it be... He Dongche came to see her again?Or He Qingzhou?grandfather?grandmother?

Yesterday, she personally disrupted the program group's plan. She really couldn't think of anything good to happen in this short period of time.

He Qingxi dubiously followed the director into a conference room, there were several other people in the conference room, and there was a stack of papers on the desk of the person in the middle, who didn't know what it was.

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

He Qingxi raised his eyebrows: "You are?"

Hearing this, the man turned around slowly, and raised the corners of his lips: "Miss He, you are so forgetful."

"Special Assistant Han?" He Qingqi exclaimed in surprise. Special Assistant Han is He Dongche's special assistant. Friendship is also an acquaintance.

"My dad has something to do with me?"

Special Assistant Han walked to the table and pushed the stack of papers in front of He Qingxi: "Miss He, please take a look."

He Qingxi glanced at Special Assistant Han suspiciously, and then glanced over, with shock in his eyes.

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

He Qingxi put down the few pieces of paper, and what came into view were seven large characters.

- House property rights transfer letter.

……

"This implementation is too thorough." He Qingxi murmured.

Until noon, He Qingxi was still dazed, 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.

In the evening, as soon as Tao Jinghan entered the dormitory, she saw a large refrigerator in the dormitory. She was so shocked that her mouth opened into an O shape. She looked from floor to floor and found that there were all kinds of vegetables and meat.

"Qing Qi, this work efficiency is too high, it's time for a salary increase." Tao Jinghan patted He Qingqi's shoulder, and said with a smile: "RMB players are good."

He Qingxi glanced at her with a hint of threat in his eyes.

Tao Jinghan immediately had the desire to survive: "It's better to participate in a program with RMB players at the same time."

Tao Jinghan dog-leggedly asked: "How is it, Qing Qi, what do you want to eat? This servant will make it for you."

Only then did He Qingxi nodded in satisfaction, and glanced at the refrigerator: "Eat something simple, let's make...tomato and egg soup!"

"okay!"

"Remember to add more starch, I want something thicker." He Qingxi added.

"嗻～"

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

With a pause in his hand, he roared:

"He Qingqi! Can you eat without me!"

Seeing this, He Qingqi quickly tiptoed out of the kitchen, exchanged a glance with Zhuo Zhiwei, shrunk his neck, stuck out the tip of his tongue mischievously, and mouthed: "This stupid slave."

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

After a while, some aroma wafted from the kitchen, and He Qingxi's empty stomach cried out in good time.

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

Watching He Qingxi roll his big eyes, he went back to the kitchen and took two small bowls.

He Qingqi smiled at her with a shy face, and was about to take it, when Tao Jinghan hid back a bit, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Who is the slave?"

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

Tao Jinghan snorted before handing the bowl to He Qingxi: "You want thicker soup."

He Qingxi was not polite either, and started to drink.

After drinking and eating, He Qingxi wiped his mouth, remembered the business, pulled Zhuo Zhiwei to stand in the empty living room, and got the radio ready:

"Jinghan, help us to see, we can't do this dance well."

"Okay, let's dance." Tao Jinghan crossed his legs, took a toothpick and inserted a piece of watermelon, his cheeks bulged, just like a wealthy young man in ancient times who ordered entertaining instead of selling himself as a singing girl.

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

This is a pas de deux, which is the essence of the song. After just one glance, Tao Jinghan understood the problem.

No one else, because she also had problems in this place.The movements are too gentlemanly, and the eyes are not sticky enough, this is what Bian Suitong once told her.

She is the most dedicated captain, the most perfect idol, but also the most indifferent girl. She is extremely sensitive to the emotion in her eyes when dancing, but she cannot detect her most straightforward emotions.

Her indifference is different from Zhuo Zhiwei, Zhuo Zhiwei just doesn't want to smile, but Bian Suitong, no one smiles more standardly than her in front of the camera, she just doesn't care about you, heartless, like no General feelings.

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

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

"Qingqi, you need to use more force when stroking Zhiwei. It's best to see that your fingers are gently sunk into the flesh. Only when your fingertips are slid across, can you feel the extreme desire and make your heart beat faster."

"Zhiwei, your eyes should be very charming, there is a feeling of a smile that is not a smile, don't always avoid Qing Qi's gaze, stick together, don't blush, the youthful feeling of seeing first love is not what this song needs of."

"The cp business company taught you, just follow what you taught. It's best to let the audience feel that you are real, and you have met the requirements of this song."

"An excellent dance should be like a drama. Let the audience see what story you are telling. Eyes, emotions, and smooth movements are all indispensable. You can only let me see that this is a dance..."

He Qingxi and Zhuo Zhiwei stared dumbfounded and talked freely, but they seemed like Tao Jinghan, an emotionless guidance machine, and felt that the other party's state seemed to be a bit wrong.

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

Tao Jinghan's eyes straightened, then he narrowed his eyebrows slightly, and said in a muffled voice, "It's nothing, I just thought of some unpleasant memories."

"Then if you need any help from the two of us, just say so." Zhuo Zhiwei said seriously.

"Well, I will."

He Qingxi and Zhuo Zhiwei stepped aside, discussing the problem Tao Jinghan pointed out just now in a low voice, and they instinctively told them that something wrong with Tao Jinghan must have something to do with this song, so they lowered the decibel as much as possible.

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

Yet they are still shy about being so intimate with each other, sometimes afraid to look into each other's eyes because of their racing hearts.

Especially for someone like He Qingxi who has ghosts in his heart, that posture is too ambiguous, Zhuo Zhiwei doesn't know, doesn't she know?She likes girls, so she is even more afraid to get close to them, for fear of being said that she is deliberately taking advantage of Zhuo Zhiwei, and no matter how many times she practices, she will not be able to meet their requirements.

"Come again! None of the seven of us can pass!" It was already noon, and He Qingxi was drenched, but she was full of irritability, and even doubted herself because of the pas de deux. She just wanted to continue practicing, I have long forgotten that there is such a thing as eating.

There is less than a week left, but she and Zhuo Zhiwei still can't arrange this part, so anxious that the two of them haven't been back to the dormitory for several days, and have had a good night's sleep.

"I don't believe it anymore, what Jinghan and her teammates can do, why can't we do it!"

Zhuo Zhiwei glanced at her, didn't say anything, moved his aching foot secretly, nodded with firm eyes, and she also held her breath.

Because the progress is too slow, they can only start again and again.It seemed that the shoes didn't fit very well. Zhuo Zhiwei had blisters on the sole of his right foot, and even a few blisters had been worn out. It was hot and painful.

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

He Qingxi supported her with quick eyes and hands, and when he noticed the abnormality in her feet, he couldn't help but patted his head angrily: "It's gone, the others go to eat first."

"Okay, Captain, we'll bring you a meal later."

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 you're injured?"