After being dressed as cannon fodder, I tear up the script

Zheng Guangji answered casually, "Of course it's not mine. I already have a girlfriend, and I'm not interested in children with no hair."

After two seconds, Zheng Guangji's hand shaking the wine glass paused, and turned to look at him in horror, "No, Gao She, what do you mean?"

Zheng Guangji suddenly remembered that Gao She seemed to be staring at Song Jingxi all the time just now, and even when he brought people over just now, Gao She seemed to be talking to Song Jingxi.

There were more important things to do before, and Zheng Guangji almost forgot about them.

When did Gao She's eyes be so explicit, and when did he talk so much to outsiders.

Thinking of a possibility that he didn't dare to think about, Zheng Guangji stared at Gao She, and pulled him, "The beauty is not mine, so could it be yours?"

Gao She didn't nod, didn't shake his head, but raised his hand blankly to straighten his cufflinks.

The conversation during the dinner never stopped, Song Ying led Song Jingxi to the side, "Xiaoxi, you can ignore this kind of thing, just leave it to your brother."

"It's like this every time, so I can't suffer every time, right?" Song Jingxi smiled at him reassuringly, "It's okay, brother trust me once."

Song Ying saw that he was smiling brightly, and the promise between his brows and eyes was something he had never seen before in Song Jingxi.

For a while, Song Ying was in a daze, and smiled, "Xiaoxi seems to have grown up a lot overnight."

The speaker had no intention of listening, but Song Ying's words almost made Song Jingxi think that the other party had seen through his own soul.

Before Song Jingxi had time to chat and bring this topic up, Song Ying walked aside and took out his mobile phone as if he was going to ask someone to call the reserve pianist.

The former pianist should be quite famous, although I don't know why he couldn't come suddenly, but after all, Song Chang'an's [-]th birthday, and he has to make a big fuss to this point, it is impossible to call a job at random.

Song Jingxi took a peek at his fingers, they were long and fair, quite suitable for playing the piano.

Song Jingxi has always been used to living a life of freedom and doing whatever she wants. When she first got into this kind of dispute, she was still a little distressed. She couldn't handle it right away and could only be pushed slowly by others.

But this is also good. I just want to live in this world well, so I can't do nothing.

Whether Song Muchen's cannon fodder will be wiped out in the end, Song Jingxi doesn't know, he only knows that he has a part of the script in his hands, and he must make good use of the resources at hand.

Everyone's eyes still fell on him from time to time, as if they were preparing to see how this drowning dog sank into the lotus pond.

Song Jingxi was somewhat uncomfortable at first, he is not a particularly extroverted person, but now he seems to be used to it.

He has to slowly get used to everything in this world.

Song Ying came back from the phone call, patted Song Jingxi on the back comfortingly, and then went upstairs.

The banquet started, and the lights changed. Song Changan, leaning on the carved mahogany crutch with a dragon head, slowly appeared in the corridor of the second-floor hall where Song Ying was standing just now.

The old man was full of energy and radiant. The crutch in his hand seemed to be just an ornament, and it fell to the ground with a dull sound step by step.

"Today is the old man's 80th birthday party. I am very pleased to be able to invite the elites here to celebrate my birthday."

As soon as Song Chang'an finished speaking, everyone applauded one after another. I don't know who said, "It is our honor to be here to celebrate your [-]th birthday."

Then everyone began to congratulate the old man.

Song Jingxi looked into the corner, and the price of the mountain of presents probably exceeded nine figures.

Being rich and powerful, being at the top of the pack feels really good.

Song Jingxiguang stood below and watched, as if he could empathize with this highlight moment.

Song Jingxi didn't listen to what everyone said later, only heard someone call his name.

Song Jingxi looked up and saw the old man slowly coming down from the second floor.

Everyone's eyes fell on him again. Song Jingxi had never been the focus of the crowd before wearing a book, but after wearing a book, he kept attracting attention.

Song Ying and Jiang Yunsheng looked at Song Jingxi with worried eyes, the pianist who saved the scene hadn't come yet.

Song Jingxi had nothing to think about, straightened his back and walked towards the piano in the upper left corner, and the spotlight fell on him.

I don't know if it's my illusion, but the surrounding environment seems to have darkened.

"Today, I would like to take this opportunity to present a song to my grandfather, wishing my grandfather a long life and prosperity."

Song Jingxi looked back, and saw that Song Changan didn't look at him with more or less contemptuous eyes like others, but just looked at him calmly through the crowd.

He took a deep breath, looking at it in the eyes of outsiders but feeling very guilty.

Song Muchen stood in the dark, and said something to Song Yang next to him, Song Jingxi saw it, and changed his mind, Song Muchen wanted to see his own joke so much, how about satisfying him?

So the raised hand suddenly changed its posture, and only poked on the piano keys and played a few syllables.

Fragmentary notes scattered out, sounding a little sharp.

Song Jingxi poked two tigers on the keyboard with a single finger, and there was a burst of ridicule all around.

Song Ying's face was full of sadness, and he carefully looked at Song Chang'an again. Seeing that the old man looked worried, he was sweating for Song Jingxi.

Jiang Yunsheng felt that Song Jingxi had made progress. Although he didn't look very elegant, he could still hear the tone. However, it was terrible that such a fact happened on this occasion, and he couldn't boast against his conscience.

"Waste is indeed waste," Song Muchen said to Song Yang with a smile, "Look, waste doesn't need us to do anything, it will jump into the pit by itself."

"This kind of trouble happened at this time," Zheng Guangji said to Gao She in a low voice, "This little beauty is really courageous. Just now, she embraced him enthusiastically, thinking that he really has some skills, but now I feel a little bit sorry for him."

Gao She pursed his lips and remained silent, staring at the young man under the spotlight for a moment.

I saw the hand of the young man who was poking the keys clumsily just now, but now he raised it slightly, his slender fingertips straddled the black and white keys, and the smooth and melodious notes changed from sharp and piercing, and suddenly filled the entire hall.

Steady and long flowing, as quiet as running water, the piano is not as melodious as the violin, but more melodious and agile.

The chords are dancing at the fingertips of the young man, like a deer crashing into the wilderness and forest and breaking through a secret place suddenly, the melody starts and ends in a patchwork pattern.

In the end, the sound of the piano continued euphemistically. Song Jingxi's hands were interlaced and danced on the keys, and finally the sound of the piano was fragmented and stopped slowly.

Along with the breathing of the spectators, it seemed to stop at the same time.

As the last lingering sound in the hall disappeared, Gao She took the lead in applauding in the corner without hesitation, and everyone applauded.

Song Jingxi looked at Gao She who was applauding for him in the corner, and his heart skipped a beat.

For the first time, he seemed to have a feeling that he would really be happy standing under the scrutiny of others.

Gao She smiled at Song Jingxi, and Song Jingxi smiled back.

Xing Wenkang was standing not far from Gao She. Seeing Song Jingxi, who was smiling peacefully under the spotlight, there was a softness in his heart that had never been touched. When he recovered, his face was flushed.

He raised the red wine glass in his hand, and poured himself a glass of wine in a concealed manner, and Xing Hongde caught his gaze before he could look back.

"Mr. Song's genes are really good, and those rumors in the past are self-defeating." Someone has already used Song Jingxicai's music to flatter Song Chang'an, "I am honored to be invited by you today. It is really a blessing for three lives to hear such beautiful music from Young Master Song."

"Haha, it's just playing a tune, you guys are really exaggerating." Song Changan said so, but the smile on his face betrayed him.

"Xiaoxi," Song Changan beckoned to Song Jingxi, "Come here, let's meet someone."

Battalion Commander Song breathed a sigh of relief, and raised an eyebrow at Song Jingxi funny, Song Jingxi smiled and stood obediently beside Song Changan, "Grandpa."

The few people under the spotlight were having fun, only in the corner, Song Muchen had a grim face, unable to get up and down, "Tsk, when did that idiot do this?"

Song Yang glanced back and forth between Song Muchen and Song Jingxi, but finally remained silent.

Song Jingxi's reputation has been ruined, but he was introduced to other high-ranking people by Song Chang'an as soon as he came back. This is the treatment that Song's parents and grandchildren have never had.

How many people were desperately trying to get some benefits at this banquet to broaden their network and attract investment, but Song Jingxi not only got ahead, but also easily got what they didn't get, and it was inevitable that they would be envied and hated.

A banquet was dragged on for a long time, and after a while, the pianist arrived, and played a melodious and gorgeous movement with the violinist.

The banquet ended five hours later, Song Jingxi touched Gao She's business card from his pocket, and kept thinking about it.

He looked around and found that everyone had almost left, but Gao She was still standing at the entrance of the hall, as if he was still talking to that President Wang.

Song Jingxi had been waiting by the side, and when the conversation was over, he boldly stepped forward and stopped Gao She, "Mr. Gao, thank you for applauding me just now."

"I applauded you too." Zheng Guangji saw that the eyes of the two were ambiguous, and stepped in with a smile, "Young Master Song, please thank me too."

Gao She raised his hand to block Zheng Guangji's leaning body towards Song Jingxi, looked back at him, and smiled emotionlessly, "Don't you have something else to do? Go back first."

Zheng Guangji said, "What can I do..."

The thin-rimmed glasses on the man's tall nose reflected a little dazzling light in the clear and bright white light of the hall.

This kind of lighting contrast made Zheng Guangji suddenly think of the night before, at the bar, Gao She supported a drunk man, that man seemed to be called... Song Jingxi.

As soon as Zheng Guangji grasped Gao She's wrist, he suddenly couldn't hold back the expression on his face, "Gao She, I remembered, that night..."

"Huh?" Gao She slightly raised his eyes behind the lenses, his eyes were deep, his smile remained the same, but he immediately blocked Zheng Guangji's mouth.

"It's okay, I suddenly remembered that I did have something to do, I'm leaving first, you guys talk about it."

Seeing that Gao She and Zheng Guangji's speech and body contained elements that he could not understand, Song Jingxi smiled embarrassedly.

"I broke the business card you gave me, can I have a new one?"

Song Jingxi's fingertips holding his business card were flushed, and the card in his hand seemed a little crumpled.

Gao She took out the business card holder in his pocket, and pushed a new one to him.

When the young man took the business card, his cool fingertips touched the back of his hand, Gao She's eyebrows moved, and he saw Song Jingxi sticking out his tongue and licking his already rosy and soft lips.

"Is this your private phone as well?" Song Jingxi blinked, and her face, which was still a little green before leaving society, looked innocent and innocent, "If I call you, will it disturb your work?"

"It's a work call."

Song Jingxi took out her mobile phone and handed it to him, blushing and stammering, "Then... can I leave a private number?"

The young man leaned very close, with a sweet aroma on his body.

Maybe it's some kind of perfume, it's obviously different from the smell of alcohol last time, and the hickey on the mole behind the ear has faded to the point where it's almost invisible.

Gao She's Adam's apple rolled slightly uncontrollably, "Okay."

Ahh, hooked!

Song Jingxi thought excitedly.

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The author has something to say:

Song Jingxi was shy on the surface: Can, can I leave a phone call?

Heart: Quickly tm to me! ! !I beg you! ! !

Gao She looked calm on the surface: OK.

Heart: It looks so expectant, a little cute.It smells so good, what perfume is it?He really doesn't remember me?Do you want to mention the 200 yuan to him?I still have money with me, forget it, he seems very happy, why don't you play with him first?