The director and the assistant director really admired Song Ding, they kept praising him for a meal.Song Jin didn't recognize his relatives, but he also praised him a lot.

In the middle of going to the toilet, Song Jin and Song Ding ran into each other at the door of the toilet. Old Song said to Xiao Song, "You bastard, when did you learn to dance and sing? I remember that's not your major!"

Song Ding scratched his head in embarrassment like when he was a child, and said, "I learned this in my spare time."

Song Jin nodded with satisfaction: "You are so good at studying in your spare time? You really deserve to be a member of our old Song family! He has a talent for music and dance!"

Song Ding felt embarrassed.After all, in the Song family, there has always been only criticism and no praise, except for my little uncle, who helped me fool his father when he was a child, and he also helped him cover up the incident in high school.

He was embarrassed, and thought to himself, it's useless to learn well, and he can't see the person he really wants to please.

Song Jin saw what was on his mind, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "What? Xiao Bo still misunderstood you? Do you want me to talk to him?"

Song Ding shook his head hastily, his face was a little red: "In the final analysis, I'm still wrong. Let me take my time!" Slowly melt his frozen heart.

Song Jin nodded, feeling very relieved about his nephew.After all, it is unbelievable for a person who has worked hard abroad for eight years without using a penny from his family, let alone other things.

In addition to appreciation, but also distressed.Song Jin patted Song Ding on the shoulder and took a step ahead.

Song Ding stood in the corridor blowing the wind for a while, and was about to go back when he saw Bo Ziming coming from the other side.

He was slightly taken aback, wondering when Bo Ziming came?Have you heard what you and Song Jin just said?

He paused, pretended not to care, waved his hand at Song Ding, and said hello: "Hi!"

It was the foreign set again. After raising his hand, he felt that he was awkward, so he put it down again.

After being disgusted by Bo Ziming for being shameless and skinless, he returned to his original nature, but felt very embarrassed.

But at this time, Bo Ziming took the initiative to talk to him.

He stood still, with his hands in his pockets, his whole body was luxurious, his thin lips moved lightly, and said, "The director wants you to debut, but you don't want to?"

The voice was soft and soft, a softness he had never heard these days.

Seeing that Bo Ziming finally stopped stretching his claws at him, he hastily and cautiously said: "I don't really want to debut..."

Bo Ziming gave him a sideways glance, stood beside him, sighed and said, "If it's for me, I..."

"Stop talking!" Song Ding interrupted him.

Bo Ziming turned his head and looked at him.

Song Ding said seriously: "I know what you're going to say, but please don't say it. For me, it's not a sudden whim. I can only tell you that you are really important to me. ! To be with you, to be by your side, is what I want to do most now!"

After speaking, he turned around and walked to the private room first.

Where the two of them were originally standing, there was only Bo Ziming left.

His face was pale and lonely, and he stood alone in front of the railing, without moving for a long time.

The meal at noon was actually a direct relationship-building meal between the executives of the program group and a few people they thought needed to be maintained.

Because there was work in the afternoon, everyone just drank a glass of wine, ate something, and went back.

The performance of 101 people, even if there were a few children performing together in the middle, it was unknowingly performed until the evening.

Xu Yin was very miserable, and was arranged to perform until the early hours of the morning.

Before playing, his condition was still very poor. Unsurprisingly, he suffered from Waterloo, dropping from A to B in the initial test.

But for some reason, after being demoted, he let out a long sigh, as if he was relieved.

In the early hours of the morning, Bo Ziming's manager Ji Zhenzhen came.

A very capable strong woman with long black hair and delicate makeup on her face, wearing a camel-colored cashmere coat and high boots of the same color on her feet. She is meticulous, and every step she walks seems to be fighting.

She first went to the lounge to find Bo Ziming, then grabbed Azhan and asked, "What's going on?"

Bo Ziming set his eyes on the Weibo picture.Above is the picture of myself and Song Ding meeting unexpectedly in the corridor at noon.

It was rare for him to be soft back then, so his eyes were soft when he spoke. He just looked up at Song Ding, and Song Ding turned around and looked at himself.

The angle of this person's capture is very good. From this angle, the eyes of the two people are really ambiguous. If there is something wrong, no one will believe it.

Ji Zhenzhen got a little crazy, brushed the broken hair in front, frowned and asked: "Didn't you say that you and him are absolutely impossible? Why are there such photos? Moreover, a lot of CP fans came out out of nowhere, What is it called Yimingke people! What a mess this is!"

Bo Ziming had been recording the program all afternoon, so naturally he didn't know about it.Ah Zhan knew, but he didn't dare to say it.No, just now in the lounge, he hesitated for a long time until Ji Zhenzhen came.

Bo Ziming frowned when he saw that this new Chaohua had already had tens of thousands of fans.

This also has a strong group cp?It's not that he hasn't been grouped by others before, including Xu Yin's and Gu Mingze's, but none of them have made such a big deal, at most they just talked about it.

Now it's all right, even super chat? !Where did these fans know that they and Song Ding were a couple?

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