Why can't the lead singer control himself

"Damn!!! We didn't do anything, did we?"

A loud roar came from the bedroom.

This is a small one-bedroom studio. At first glance, the large furniture in the room is only a [-]-meter bed and a black leather sofa.

The small items are the guitars, records, speakers and books placed on the ground, as well as the high and low wine bottles on the coffee table, and there are almost no extra decorations.

At first glance, it looks like an ordinary single man's solitary place, messy and casual.

But if you pay attention, you can also notice that among the clutter, there are several unique and exquisite wine glasses, an expensive vinyl record player, and scattered out-of-print records.

If the guests who come to the house also have some taste, with these few things, they can also start a lot of conversations with the owner of the house, and then gradually feel the connotation and charm of the owner.

Maybe even spend a romantic and charming night with him in that soft and spacious dark coffee-colored bed.

But at this moment, the soft and spacious dark coffee-colored bed was caught in the quilt. The male host Zheng Hao sat up with his hair on his head, bare upper body, and looked at the strange girl in front of him. ask:

"Girl, what did we do yesterday?"

The girl by the bed was doing makeup in front of the small mirror. She had long red hair and a healthy wheat-colored skin. She blinked her long eyelashes when she heard the words:

"If saying that makes you feel better, we kept talking about music last night and fell asleep before we knew it, nothing happened."

Zheng Haoxin said that I didn't ask this, and then carefully cleaned up the remaining memories

Yesterday they drank a few drinks, then they seemed to call Wan Jingjing in a daze, and then they seemed to have fallen...

Then what?Why did you hang up the phone?How did you meet this girl?Did Wan Jingjing come to pick him up?

In the panic, Zheng Hao did not forget to maintain his manners, got up and put on some clothes, and brushed his hair to make himself look refreshed, to cover up his gaffe just now:

"Oh, that's not what I meant. I just wanted to say that I might have been a little drunk yesterday. I don't remember how I invited you home. I'm afraid I will be more abrupt."

The girl continued to blink and smiled slyly: "Do you want to ask about your performance yesterday?"

Zheng Hao smiled awkwardly yet gentlemanly: "Ahaha, I've never been too worried about this matter...uh...to tell the truth, you must know that our band has been a little troubled recently.

I'm not only worried about myself, but also because, you, a beautiful girl, will be involved in some unnecessary discussions if someone sees you going home with me. "

"Oh? You also form a band? Are you famous? I just came back from abroad, so I don't know you yet."

The girl didn't answer the question, but blinked her big ignorant eyes unique to ABC.

I guess I can't ask anything.

Zheng Hao silently looked up to the sky and sighed: "I'm not famous, let's talk later, do you want to have breakfast here? But my house is full of fast food."

The girl winked at this moment: "Don't bother, I have something to go first."

"That's really unfortunate." Zheng Hao rushed over to help open the door, and at the same time took out his mobile phone without forgetting his demeanor:

"Where are you going, let me call you a car."

"It's okay, I'll just take a taxi by myself." The girl walked to the door, then suddenly looked back as if remembering something, thought for a moment and asked Zheng Hao:

"emmm, this question may be a bit private, you don't have to answer

I want to ask,

The man you called yesterday, Wan Jingjing, is he your boyfriend?Is he playing in a band too? "

"Oh no," Zheng Hao subconsciously answered the question.

Suddenly reacted again: "You heard me calling him? Didn't I mean, does he know about you and I going home?"

The girl thought for a while: "I don't know, I don't know when you hung up the phone, you were really drunk yesterday."

"Okay..." Zheng Hao drooped his head, and didn't even bother to say pleasantries.

On the other hand, the girl generously stroked the red hair around her ears, and stretched out her hand before opening the door: "My name is Amos, and I also like music very much. I hope to see you again sometime in the future."

-

The girl shook hands with him and left gracefully.

Zheng Hao found his mobile phone and quickly sent a voice message to the group of four members of the band.

—Battery: [Voice] How did I get home yesterday

—Battery: [Voice] No one cares about me?I woke up with a strange woman by my side? ? ?

—real, Song Yi: [Voice] I don’t remember either, shit, I have a headache

— Huizi: I rely on you not to mess around, my wife heard it.

——Chen Xiyue: Isn't it normal to have a woman beside you?Or do you have to be a man?

—Battery: Fuck your uncle Chen Huashan, I never mess with people when I am unconscious

After being interrupted by these people, Zheng Hao still decided not to beat around the bush:

—Battery: Did Wan Jingjing go yesterday?

— Chen Xiyue: I went

— Huizi: no

—real, Song Yi: ...

—Battery: Chen Xiyue from your uncle

——Chen Xiyue: Hahahahahahaha, I didn’t go, but he asked me to come and care about your status

——Chen Xiyue: You trash, you still can't resist calling others, right?

Zheng Hao scolded himself, why on earth did he make that life-threatening phone call.

—Battery: Then what?

—Chen Xiyue: Then I said you were fine, and he hung up

—real, Song Yi: Fuck, bro, do you really like Wan Jingjing?I still can't accept

No one cares about Song Yi

Zheng Hao endured it and continued to ask:

—Battery: Does he know about my going home with the girl?

(3 minutes later)

— Huizi: You are really promising

—real, Song Yi: Hey, it seems that you really like him

—Chen Xiyue: Zheng Hao, Zheng Hao, have some fun

In the end, Li Minghui couldn't bear it and came out and said:

—Huizi: Huashan was the most sober yesterday, he answered the phone, @陈西岳, don’t tease him

— Chen Xiyue: I don’t know either. He asked me, and I went out to find you. At that time, you had already hung up the phone and chatted with that girl about the history of British rock and roll

Zheng Hao threw away the phone, and collapsed on the sofa in a daze, hysterical for a long time.

What am I doing, why am I so afraid of being known by him?

Ah, because he will definitely not give me a good face when he finds out

……

But why am I afraid of his face?Li Minghui also said that I never look at other people's faces

This is PUA, he is PUAing me, I am so slavish to the bone marrow

……

Is he really going to resign?

If he resigns, what is the relationship between us, can I still contact him?

If I contact him, will he think I just want to have sex?

its not right,

Don't I just want to have sex with him?

……

How could it be that I like him!

I told him long ago that I wouldn't like him, and I wouldn't let him fall in love with me.

……

So he is just flirting with me because I said so?

Would he like me if I hadn't said that?

……

what

Why do I wonder if he will like me...

After scratching my head and not eating or drinking for an hour, the phone rang.

After digging through the cracks of the sofa for a long time, when Zheng Hao finally took out the phone, it was already hung up there.

Caller: Wan Jingjing

Ahem, Zheng Hao cleared his throat, patted his face, and dialed back.

"Ah, you called me?" Try to keep your tone calm and casual

"Well, are you sober?" Wan Jingjing's lazy voice came, a little ambiguous for no reason.

I didn't expect him to ask so directly. Could it be that he really knew yesterday?

Zheng Hao replied: "I drank too much yesterday, so I called you. Did it wake you up?"

It was a clever and polite reply.

Under normal circumstances, Wan Jingjing would ask him why he called, and then he would be able to talk about what he wanted to ask yesterday, why he left.

Or if he said he didn't wake up, then ask him what he was doing at that time, and what he did after hanging up the phone.By the way, let's find out if he knows about the fact that he took the girl home, and also get a glimpse of his attitude towards it...

But I didn't expect Wan Jingjing to exchange polite greetings, and didn't want to answer this question at all.

He just said: "You guys finished chatting with Song Yi yesterday, how did you decide?"

Zheng Hao was taken aback for a moment, and could only answer honestly: "Uh... it was decided that he would quit the group."

"Well", Wan Jingjing didn't ask too much, as if he had expected it long ago.

"Maggie also told me that if you make a decision, we will not interfere. Fortunately, you have avoided the limelight recently and pushed all the performances you could push. It is not very urgent."

Zheng Hao entered one ear and exited the other, thinking about other things, he replied hastily, "Yes, yes".

Wan Jingjing spoke calmly and explained logically: "But the new album still needs to be done quickly, so I will start preparing for the recruitment of new guitarists today. If you have any requirements, you can discuss them with me at any time. People will call you in for an interview."

"Ah good"

"That's it."

"Hey, wait a minute," Zheng Hao was anxious, and shouted out what was in his heart.

"what happened?"

"Yesterday, I drank too much, I don't know if I said anything..."

Wan Jingjing replied directly: "Nothing."

"Oh, oh", Zheng Hao didn't know how to speak, or what he wanted to ask.

After pondering for two seconds, Wan Jingjing on the other end spoke first: "Next time you drink too much, you should be more careful. Don't casually strike up a conversation with strangers. There will be more and more people approaching you with no purpose in the future."

Zheng Hao didn't have time to think about what the words meant.

Did he know?Or do you just think I chatted with someone?

He also intuitively thought that speaking like this was not Wan Jingjing's usual style.

Like a farewell, an entrustment before leaving.

The words also blurted out: "Are you going to resign?"

Wan Jingjing took a breath, and answered the question tactfully: "Until I find a more suitable manager, I won't leave for the time being."

After hanging up the phone, Maggie breathed out a puff of smoke and said helplessly, "Zheng Hao is also feeling uncomfortable, otherwise he wouldn't have called you in the middle of the night after drinking too much, and asked around the bush."

Wan Jingjing rubbed his phone, lowered his head and said, "He just didn't accept it for a while."

Maggie was noncommittal, thought for a while and said, "That's fine, you only know how to cherish it when you lose it, maybe it's an opportunity for him to figure it out."

Wan Jingjing was unmoved: "I've given him enough opportunities, forget it."

Maggie didn't ask any more questions, and instead cried exaggeratedly and said, "Then you are so cruel, leave me, the company, and the band you brought out with one hand, and you are really determined." ?”

Wan Jingjing smiled, and patted Maggie on the shoulder like a good brother:

"It's because you are too soft-hearted. I have a lot of responsibility for such a big disturbance this time. I didn't take care of those two Internet celebrities in advance, I didn't stop Zheng Hao from posting on Weibo in time, and I didn't remind Song Yi in place.

In the future, as the band grows bigger and bigger, both you and them need more professional managers. "

"Okay, I can't blame you, if I had money, I would have looked for it from the beginning." Maggie didn't disagree with him, and both of them smiled tacitly.

She looked at Wan Jingjing, paused but still couldn't help it: "Don't blame yourself, you have done a good job in the past few years, originally, your major is not here."

"Why bring this up again?" Wan Jingjing withdrew his smile, without much expression on his face.

Raising her hand and punching him, Maggie pretended to blame and said, "Of course I have to mention it. Do you know what your biggest responsibility is? You don't agree to be an artist, and I lost a superstar out of thin air!"