In order to alleviate the fatal embarrassment, Qi Ji said after the car restarted: "I just heard you sing."

The atmosphere was more silent than before.

Qi Ji looked at Wan Chukong carefully, and heard the other party say half-true and half-falsely: "Well, it's all for life."

Qi Ji didn't expect to hear this from Wan Chukong, after all, the other party didn't look like he was short of money.

Perhaps because his eyes were too obvious, Wan Chukong took the initiative to say, "If my family has money, it does not mean I have money."

Qi Ji seems to understand but not understand. Simply put, he just wants to rely on himself?

“Is it so ugly?”

"What?" Qi Ji didn't react for a moment, "Ah no, it's... the first time I've heard it on the spot."

I was still sitting in the guest seat, so close that I was really shocked.

"You sing well," said Wan Chukong.

Qi Ji blinked and pointed his finger at himself, "Me? Do you think of me? I can't sing."

Wan Chukong bent the corner of his mouth, "At least it sounds better than me."

...There is no need to compare this, he is from a boy group at least!

Qi Ji couldn't speak for a long time. He glanced at Wan Chukong and found a smile hidden in his eyes, knowing that he did it on purpose.

"We have special vocal classes, and it's easy to sing as usual as I do." Qi Ji still explained to Wan Chukong, "I don't have any talent for singing. Qiu Yi sang the best in our group. He is the lead singer."

"Is that true?" Wan Chukong said casually.

"Yes, we performed today, oh you didn't watch it, right? You were in the backstage at that time..." Qi Ji remembered, Wan Chukong's show was ahead of them.

"Look." Wan Chukong replied, "Didn't you kneel down at the beginning?"

Qi Ji blinked, but unexpectedly Wan Chukong really saw it.

Wan Chukong commented: "Your waist is very soft and your flexibility is very good."

This is really easy to make people think wrongly, especially after so many fan-made bombings from childhood, Qi Ji felt that he had become abnormal!

"After all, I have been learning dance for more than ten years. If I can't dance well, wouldn't it be over? Hahaha..." Qi Ji laughed dryly, trying hard to put Su Mianchao's words behind her.

Just a friend is just a friend.

There is no love, no love!

Wan Chukong took the time to look at Qi Ji. The lipstick that passed by his lips had been wiped off, and it was applied to the man's fingertips. Only a little bit left on the lower lip was light pink, which was compatible with the lips. It was shiny and eye-catching, reminding people of how shining he was on the stage.

There are six people on the stage, he only knows Qi Ji, and only sees Qi Ji.

The same goes for raising a cat, and it's enough to keep one.

August was already very hot. Qi Ji rolled up the sleeves of his hoodie, revealing his white arms, and Wan Chukong lowered the air conditioner twice.

"Are you still playing games?" Wan Chukong asked him.

Qi Ji no longer dared to look at his phone, for fear of making any mistakes. He immediately turned his head and replied: "I don't have much time to play lately, so I can play when I'm free."

"What about the game I played with you before, has you passed the level?"

"No, that's what two people play together, one person can't..."

"I played with Qiao Qirui." Wan Chukong said, "I have been playing until the fifth level and can't get through it."

It is already very good to play with children to pass the five levels. Especially considering Wan Chukong's operation, Qi Ji said from the bottom of his heart: "That's quite awesome!"

"Yeah, play again when you have time."

After a while, Qi Ji realized and said specifically that he was waiting to be praised, or was he thinking too much?

Until later, Wan Chukong said: "Must-flavored potato chips are weird."

Qi Ji hadn't reacted at first, and then he remembered the scene where two people checked out together in the supermarket that day. "Many people are not used to it."

"Then why do you like to eat?"

He doesn't like it!

But the explanation was very troublesome. Qi Ji closed his eyes and said, "Maybe... I belong to a few people."

He has never seen through Wan Chukong, but he does not think he is dangerous.

The two of them are similar in age and are both artists, so they have many topics to talk about.

"Do you have any idea what you said you were going to play before?" Qi Ji said actively.

Wan Chukong suddenly asked him: "Do you read online comments? Others' evaluations of you and their evaluations of works."

Qiji was stuck all of a sudden, "No, very few... almost rarely seen."

"Don't you care?"

Qi Ji turned his face sideways, and his face was reflected on the anti-peeping glass. "Well, he did it when he first debuted, but it gradually became less."

"I already have a rough idea, that character." Wan Chukong then answered the question he just asked.

Qi Ji nodded, "Is that so good? You can tell me anytime if you need me."

He no longer resisted and immediately put down his guard when he classified the other party as a partner who could be made.

It is a cat who will expose his belly to acquaintances.

His head was suddenly covered by a hand. Qi Ji was shocked and rubbed back and forth twice before he realized that he should be avoided, but it was too late.

The hand fell back to the steering wheel, and the man smiled, which was enough to confuse people and Qi Ji, "Thank you."

Qi Ji was dizzy, "You're welcome."

The last time he saw this scene was in a variety show, the captain rubbed Xia Wu's head with a smile.

It was a famous scene. Fu Shuang posted the screenshots to their group, and attached three thumbs, and was chased by Ren Si for three days.

They all know how to open a business. In front of people, in front of the camera, in front of the media and fans, smiling is just the most basic etiquette, and there are other guidelines above that.

Qi Ji knew that he was not qualified, and just maintaining a cheerful and lively personality exhausted most of his energy.

Apart from working hours, he prefers to stay alone, but it does not mean that he refuses other people's concern.

Qi Ji subconsciously reached out and touched his hair that had just been touched.

After driving into the avenue, the car turned around and walked on the path. Qi Ji finally noticed something was wrong and turned his head to look into the rear mirror.

"Is anyone following the car?"

Wan Chukong then spoke, "Well, let's go around and see if he can throw it away."

Qi Ji said: "Sorry..."

"What if I'm chasing me?" Wan Chukong suddenly stopped the car and turned his head closer to him. "It's better to take back this sentence."

A man is very handsome. He is a handsome guy who has been certified by many parties.

Qi Ji's eyes were staggered, and even if he was a man, he had to admit that he and Wan Chukong's handsomeness were completely different.

But as an idol, you need to maintain your figure and want to train Wan Chukong to not only gain muscle but also gain weight!

The agent will kill them, and fans don’t seem to like their fitness, mainly because they are afraid of becoming King Kong Barbie.

Qi Ji was very melancholy and couldn't help but look at Wan Chukong for two more eyes. Half of the embarrassment of being chased by the car disappeared.

But the car behind noticed it was discovered and simply blatantly approached it.

Wan Chukong suddenly pressed the horn, and the car that was close to slowed down and followed up again.

"Can't let them know where you live, right?" Wan Chukong asked.

"Actually, everyone knows it well, but they just don't mention it on the surface." Qi Ji thought about it and said, "Otherwise, stop the car. This is too dangerous. I'll go down and tell them."

Wan Chukong did not answer, and drove a while to park his car on the side of the road. This was a small road and the surroundings were silent.

Qi Ji felt that it was better to stop on the road just now and say it clearly that he was the only one who was injured when he was in a dark and irresistible dispute!

He held the handlebars and twisted them twice but didn't unscrew them. Instead, the door on Wan Chukong opened and said to him, "Wait for me in the car."

Before I could speak, the car door closed first.

Qi Ji couldn't open the car door and could only look out with his head against the window. He saw Wan Chukong walking to the black car alone and knocking on the glass.

There was no movement at the beginning, and I didn't know what he said, so the car window lowered.

After a while, Wan Chukong walked back and "It's done."

"What did you say?"

"I'll call the police again." Wan Chukong was simple and rough, and his eyes were raised, "Except for the driver who was a man, the other three were all little girls, about the same age as my niece."

Qi Ji raised his head, "They didn't say anything bad to you, did they?"

"What's the bad thing?" Wan Chukong tilted his head and looked at him, "Have they said those bad things to you?"

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Theme post: [Is Frosang sick again?]
To be continued...