Cheng Qian'an packed up and rushed to the TV station. Normally, he would be late.

But today is the weekend.

He was the only one in the studio, and he was not bored, but rather relaxed and content.

Because it was the weekend, there were far fewer people in the TV station than on weekdays.

It's obviously very refreshing to have an entire studio to yourself on a day off.

Cheng Qian'an sat on the chair and thought for a while, then he thought that he should still call back.

"Hello, Qian Anxi." The voice on the other end of the phone was very charming.

"Well, I bothered you last night." Cheng Qian'an said simply and clearly.

"It's okay, who doesn't like handsome guys?" the girl on the phone said lightly.

Cheng Qianan raised his eyebrows and continued.

"It's okay, I like beautiful women too."

The voice on the other side was very noisy, which made the girl laugh.

"Um, are you very busy over there?" Cheng Qianan frowned.

"Ah, I'm sorry." There was a burst of noise from the girl's side, and finally it became quiet.

"fine."

He chatted with the girl for a few more words, but there was nothing much to talk about, and he hung up the phone in a hurry.

This phone call made him feel strange.

Surprisingly, girls are quite polite when chatting.

It feels like a player but not like a player.

After thinking for a moment, Cheng Qianan turned to Pu Zhiyong's phone number and called him. It took a while before he answered.

"Brother Zhiyong."

"What's the matter?"

Pu Zhiyong obviously didn't wake up and yawned so loudly that even Cheng Qian'an on the other side of the phone could hear it.

"What are the identities of the girls you found yesterday?"

Pu Zhiyong heard that he had something to ask and cleared his throat, "Why, are you interested? It's actually not bad.

She's not some messy girl, just contact the one you like boldly."

He thought Cheng Qianan said this because he had an idea for a girl.

"That's not what I meant." Cheng Qianan heard that he misunderstood and explained helplessly.

"You don't mean what you're asking." Pu Zhiyong hummed in confusion, and then said politely.

Cheng Qian'an stole a lot of the limelight from him last night, and he didn't even recognize his relatives when he drank.

The combat power is so fierce that Park Zhiyong, who has been on the battlefield for a long time, cannot withstand it.

"Then if it's Yuanying, I'd be interested." Cheng Qian'an also started to talk.

"It is against the law to be a minor." Pu Zhiyong laughed and said straightforwardly.

"Can't I cultivate it?" Cheng Qian'an replied.

Park Zhiyong's lips twitched. This kid seemed quite serious, but he didn't expect that he was quite good at playing.

"Seriously, which girl?"

Cheng Qianan rolled his eyes and began to think about it, but to no avail, he said decisively.

"have no idea."

"You didn't listen to the introduction last night," Pu Zhiyong complained.

Cheng Qianan laughed twice and acquiesced.

"In this case, just find a time and make an appointment again."

Pu Zhiyong pondered for a moment and made suggestions.

"Why don't you just tell me your name and photos and insist on fixing them."

Cheng Qian'an was speechless when he saw such troublesome operations.

"You're right to say that, but it's boring.

Who makes you unable to remember who it is?" Pu Zhiyong laughed and started to play in a bad way.

"Okay, let's stop here." Seeing that he kept whetting his appetite, Cheng Qianan felt bored and hung up the phone.

Just as Pu Zhiyong was about to open his mouth to speak, he was interrupted by a beep.

He cursed secretly, then lifted up the quilt and fell asleep with his head covered.

Cheng Qian'an stretched out and stood up to buy a cup of coffee.

There is a coffee shop on the first floor of the cafeteria of SBS TV station, which is very convenient. You don’t have to go outside.

Although there are fewer people in the TV station than in the studio, they don't seem deserted as they come and go.

East Asians do not have the habit of drinking coffee. It was all introduced from the West. Only the peninsula is the most heavily westernized.

He had also seen milk tea shops when he came here, but most of them were Wanwan chain milk tea shops, like Gong Cha.

In order to save his stomach, he sometimes even entertained the idea of ​​opening a milk tea shop.

"An iced latte."

Cheng Qian'an paid and sat down to wait.

Song Yuqi was very busy during this period, and when he sometimes chatted with her, he seldom responded in time.

It usually takes an hour or two before I get back to him.

"What are you doing?"

"Dance practice."

Two words came out briefly, but it was rare today for a quick reply.

"Every day?"

"Every day."

Another message was sent.

"We are preparing for the stage and we are extremely busy every day."

Cheng Qianan was curious. "Are you coming back again?"

"No, we participated in a variety show and were very busy. We need to practice more."

"What program?" he asked.

"queendom."

"What type of talent show?"

The sound of Song Yuqi's nails hitting the screen crackled, "No, it's a bit like I'm a singer."

"Understood."

"Then get ready, I won't disturb you anymore." Seeing her replying intermittently, Cheng Qianan stopped talking anymore.

"Wait a minute, say hello to Meiyan for me. I haven't seen her for a long time and miss her (laughing)"

After a while.

"You are looking for death! (anger) (anger) (anger)"

Seeing Song Yuqi teasing him again, Cheng Qianan burst out laughing and found it really interesting.

The coffee shop has a semi-open design, with neatly arranged small round tables scattered around, just adjacent to the restaurant.

So he didn't see anyone coming.

"Which one is this?"

Cheng Qian'an saw someone walking behind him, and a gust of fragrant wind blew by. He turned around to look.

You can't tell anything just by looking at the back.

However, I feel a little top-heavy.
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