Unbearable

Feng Qi didn't come to trouble them as Xu Wei thought.

Even Jing He didn't come to catch up with Xu Wei, Feng Qi got out of the car, put on sunglasses, and sneaked into the tent arranged for him by the program crew with a cold face.

It was a private tent, and no one else was allowed to enter.

Ji Zhonghan and Xu Wei were arranged in the lounge where other staff members were, and there was no chance to meet Feng Qi at all.

This somewhat relieved Ji Zhonghan, and felt that he was deceiving himself.

The show has just started recording, Feng Qi didn't see him, it doesn't mean that he can stay in hiding forever by luck.

If Feng Qi saw him here during the recording of the first episode, would he be furious and ask the program team to replace him?

That shouldn't be his breach of contract.

It's a pity that the cost of recording the program was not earned.

On the night when he thought Feng Qi would ignore him, Ji Zhonghan was forced to attend the appointment and came downstairs to a restaurant.

The restaurant is well decorated, with small bridges and flowing water, and wooden buildings.

When climbing up the stairs, you can still see the old tree at the same age as the building at the window, protruding out half of the green shade, full of spring.

Ji Zhonghan stood on the first floor, looking behind his back, and began to think about how to shoot in this restaurant to achieve the best results.And when the natural light is the best, and what shape the model should look like.

He was thinking about work, but Xu Wei gently pushed his back.

Xu Wei dressed up unusually tonight, with big red lips and a suit jacket with a cold silhouette, giving her an imposing manner.

The producer invited such small characters to eat in this kind of place for no reason, and wanted to know whose idea of ​​tonight's meal was.

Xu Wei specially told him to dress up solemnly when he went to the appointment, and not to be looked down upon by that bastard Jing He and that bastard Feng Qi.

No matter what happened that year, they must not lose in momentum.

Ji Zhonghan didn't take it seriously at first, but Xu Wei went to his room in the evening and forcibly applied a mask on him.

When applying the mask, Xu Wei reluctantly gave up: "This is the ex-boyfriend's mask I bought in Japan. I don't want to use it myself. Here is one for you."

Ji Zhonghan didn't know whether to complain about the other name of this mask, or Xu Wei's seriousness.

"I've told you many times that the relationship between Feng Qi and me is not what you think."

Xu Wei flipped through Ji Zhonghan's suitcase, trying to find clothes that could crush the audience.

It's a pity that Ji Zhonghan's daily life is low-key, and his clothes are all black, white and gray, and there is no exaggeration at all.

Xu Wei had no choice but to work on Ji Zhonghan's face, but holding the whole set of tools and facing Ji Zhonghan's face, she couldn't use it anymore.

"Your skin, and you don't use much skin care products, why is it better than mine?" Xu Wei said jealously.

"Fuck, the eyelashes are too thick!"

"The original color of the lips is beautiful, and it should be more attractive to wear some lipstick."

Ji Zhonghan pushed Xu Wei's hand away: "Are you making me more imposing or more attractive?"

The weird thing is, why did Xu Wei think about the logical relationship when he went to see Feng Qi to be seductive?

Fortunately, Xu Wei had to go back to clean up herself. After she left, Ji Zhonghan wiped off the lipstick, changed back to her original clothes, and arrived at the agreed place ahead of time before Xu Wei found out.

Xu Wei pouted her red lips: "Why did you change your clothes back, you look good in that white set."

As she spoke, she stretched out her hand to flatten Ji Zhonghan's shirt, and just about to say a few words, she heard a cold excuse.

Feng Qi was dressed all in black, with one hand in his pocket, standing between the two impatiently.

Xu Wei glanced at the wide road, then at Feng Qi who was determined to pass between them, gritted her teeth, and made way.

When Feng Qi walked over, he glanced at Ji Zhonghan, his eyes were cold and hard, extremely unkind.

When Feng Qi passed by and disappeared at the corner of the stairs, Ji Zhonghan took a sudden breath as if he had found his own breathing, and regained his composure.

Xu Wei hated iron but said: "Why are you so afraid of him, he has three heads and six arms?"

"I'm not afraid of him." Ji Zhonghan said firmly.

Xu Wei shook her head with a click of her tongue, and did not expose Ji Zhonghan. She raised her head and chest, and walked to the agreed box hall with her stilettos.

She came aggressively, intending to protect Ji Zhonghan in front of Feng Qi, but she never expected that the dinner tonight was really just a simple meeting.

The photographers introduced each other, and the makeup artists knew each other. As for the models of Feng Qi's level, they should have dinner directly with the management and director of the show.

It is impossible to be in the same box with Ji Zhonghan and his manager Xu Wei.

Xu Wei couldn't tell whether she was feeling lost or not, but Ji Zhonghan was quite happy anyway.

He ate and drank slowly, because he was too relaxed, and by the time Xu Wei realized it, he had already drank a little too much, and was so sleepy that he dozed off.

The wine was plum wine, not high in alcohol, and Xu Wei didn't even look at him and refused to let him drink it.

When he drank too much, Xu Wei had no choice but to go out and find someone to help. How could she handle Ji Zhonghan, a big man, by herself.

The program team took over the entire restaurant, and there were staff everywhere. Xu Wei had just joined the team with Ji Zhonghan. She didn't know many people, so she really didn't know who to ask for help.

Finally found a young guy and took him to the box to have a look.

The corner where Ji Zhonghan was originally was empty, except that the bag and mobile phone he brought were still in place, and no one was there.

Xu Wei woke up from the wine, she pulled the photographer who was sitting opposite Ji Zhonghan and asked, was Ji Zhonghan taken away?

The photographer said with a big tongue: "No, he left by himself, maybe he went to the bathroom."

At this moment, Ji Zhonghan really got lost on the way to find the toilet.

The small bridges, flowing water and large plants that he thought were beautiful when he came here were like a circular maze. He went around and got lost in the middle.

As soon as the night wind blew, Ji Zhonghan sat down on the spot while leaning on the rockery in the yard, trying to relieve his dizziness.

The leaves were shaken rustlingly, and the lingering fragrance of plum wine filled his nose. Ji Zhonghan's cheeks were hot, his body was weak, and he fell asleep very much after feeling sleepy.

Alcohol paralyzed his sanity and lowered his defenses.

He didn't even hear the sound of the shoes stepping on the branches and approaching him.

Ji Zhonghan didn't wake up until he felt a cold in front of his eyes and was tightened by the smooth fabric.

Someone had tied ribbons over his eyes, blocking his vision.

Ji Zhonghan stretched out his hand and pushed it, and pressed it against a strong body.

The next second, his wrists were also tied.

The man who tied him moved swiftly, even nimbly suppressed his wobbling legs, and only stopped after eliminating all his chances of resisting.

Ji Zhonghan was startled and afraid: "Who is it, what are you going to do!"

It didn't take long for him to know what this man wanted to do.

Because the man brought the tip of his nose to his neck and took a deep breath.

Like a beast sniffing his prey, like a drug addict's thirst.

Full of greed, full of obsession.