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Nie Ziyu arranged for Xia Zhizhu to live on the edge of the Wenjiang River in Yancheng, only 5 minutes' drive from the show.

Jiangyi Hotel came from Jiangcheng to other places. Their family has a cooperation with Xingyan. Every time Xia Zhizhu catches an announcement in a different place, he will mostly stay in this hotel.

The last rehearsal of the press conference was arranged in the afternoon before the official catwalk. At the moment when all the lights were turned on, everyone present couldn't help cheering, hugging each other as if they had seen the grand occasion of tomorrow.

When Xia Zhizhu changed his clothes and left the scene, he heard "Come on, Bamboo!", he nodded in response one by one with the corners of his lips curled up, and received a call from Song Ci as soon as he got in the car.

The background sound seemed to be at the airport. Today Bo Chi came back from abroad, and Song Ci should have picked him up. As expected, the woman said, "Zhuzi, I will come to Yancheng tomorrow, and Bo Chi will follow. You should rest well today. Just play as usual tomorrow, don’t feel pressured.”

Xia Zhizhu has always been a little afraid of Song Ci, but this "fear" is the kind of admiration mixed with love by elementary school students, and it is also the admiration that will rack his brains to give beautiful gifts to teachers when Teacher's Day comes.He was brought up by female elders since he was a child. After leaving Yoko, Nie Ziyu and Song Ci seem to have taken over from a woman together, but relatively speaking, the former is more like a sister who plays with him, and Miss Xiaoci is really like a parent. , Supervising him is stricter than anyone else on weekdays, but once the exam is really required, Song Ci will only tell the children at home to do their best.

"Xiaotang, come on." Bo Chi answered the phone, smiled and cheered him up.

When the two of them met, Xia Zhizhu hadn't changed his stage name. After so many years, how did Bo Chi treat him back then, he is still the same today.

The gossip that Xi Yue said about the actor's sexuality when he was in the company didn't make Xia Zhizhu feel any quarrel with his senior. With a sigh of relief, Song Ci answered the phone again.

"By the way, Mr. Xiao Yu and Mr. Xi will also come tomorrow. Don't be nervous when you see them, just pass by a cloud of air."

"..."

After hanging up the phone, Xia Zhizhu shrank into the corner of the seat nervously holding the phone.

How can I treat my boss & crush as air!

Sister Xiaoci, superfluous exam No.1.

At [-]:[-] p.m., Xi Zhao got off the car in front of Jiangyi Hotel. After handing over the car keys to the doorman, he picked up his phone and glanced at the messages Yu Jianyi had sent all the way.

Yu Zhongqing at first sight: "I'll be there tomorrow morning"

X: "Whatever you want."

Seeing Yu Zhongqing: "Why did you arrive so early?"

X: "I'd love to."

Seeing Yu Zhongqing sent a voice message: "Damn, you look like you've been drunk with love water!"

X replied politely in seconds: "You look stupid but also very smart."

Seeing Yu Zhongqing: "?"

The phone was still vibrating, Xi Zhao ignored it, put it in his pocket and then pushed the black square suitcase into the gorgeous hotel lobby to start checking in.

He arrived in Yancheng in the morning, but he went to see a lawyer before coming to the hotel to settle down, and he delayed arriving in Jiangyi until late in the evening.

The room booked by the company for the president is located in the presidential suite on the top floor of the hotel as always. While waiting in the elevator, Xi Zhao habitually opened Weibo and super chat and checked the homepage for a while. With a "ding", the two elevators arrived at the first floor at the same time Xi Zhao's knuckles holding the luggage handle tightened slightly. When the elevator door opened, he stepped into the car and just passed by the person who came out of another elevator next to him.

The staff member holding the walkie-talkie walked out of the elevator just after listening to the report from the colleague upstairs. The man turned his head and looked at Xia Zhizhu who came out with him with apology: "Sir, there is something wrong with the air-conditioning duct on the 24th floor. The entire floor is inconvenient to move in now, and it is estimated that the repair will be completed in three hours, if it is convenient, let me change a room for you first?"

Yancheng's summer is hot, although the whole building has plenty of cold air, but as a star, this customer obviously can't wander around.

Xia Zhizhu, who was wearing a mask, nodded to the other party: "Please."

On the top floor of Jiangyi Hotel, Xi Zhao simply took a shower after putting down his luggage. Before drying his hair, he walked to the bar and opened the refrigerator door.

When the doorbell rang, Mr. Xi was stroking his wet hair and calmly researching which water resource protection area the expensive glass-packed mineral water in his hand came from.

Dinner was eaten before arriving at the hotel, Xi Zhao didn't order any room service, the man's fragile nerves were stung by the not-so-pleasant sound of the doorbell, he frowned, and after briefly considering whether to pretend to be absent, Finally, Xi Zhao walked slowly to the door, and met the simple and honest appearance of the stranger on the monitor with calm and alert eyes.

The tip of his index finger anxiously tapped his thumb. After watching the person for a long time without getting a response, he finally scratched his head and took out the walkie-talkie. In order to prevent more people from appearing outside his room, Xi Zhao opened the door in time to stop the loss. .

Then he saw Xia Zhizhu standing beside the man with the same surprised expression.

"..."

Xi Zhao closed the door.

Xia Zhizhu: "..."

Xi Zhao: "..."

Wait a minute, do it again, he didn't play well just now.

Five seconds later, the AI ​​seat Zhao read the file and re-locked the door lock, but Xia Zhizhu, who couldn't read the file, could only watch in confusion as the door in front of him suddenly closed and opened again.

The man standing behind the door was not wearing a formal suit today. A simple black cotton T-shirt wrapped up Xi Zhao's well-fitting figure. Looking up, he could see the strong arms holding the door frame and the clothes through his clothes. Outlined by the clavicle, Xia Zhizhu looked at Xi Zhao with a forced calm gaze after slowly raising his long eyelashes.

The boy bent his eyes and greeted him softly: "Good evening, Mr. Xi."