"Yes," Zhao Jia responded: "There will be a singing performance over there from 8 to 9 o'clock tomorrow."

There was no emotion in Xu Simian's tone, and he said, "Let me switch with you. I have something to do over there."

Tomorrow happens to be Saturday.

The person there agreed almost immediately: "Okay, Brother Xu! The address is the one we went to before, and I will send you some more information."

It's not common for bar singers to change shifts, so Xu Simian simply planned to change shifts.

"Yes." Xu Simian hung up the phone and turned around to walk to Peking University. After several nights of help, the work in the laboratory was almost finished.

He hung his white coat on the coat hook of the laboratory door and turned around and returned to the dormitory.

On the weekends, he was sitting upright in the dormitory. From time to time, he twirled his hands and said plausibly: "Amitabha, Amitabha, I am also doing it for that boy's good..."

My roommate joked next to me: "There's no need for you to be so panicked."

"Who, who, who!" Weekend said confidently but without confidence, "Who is panicking! I just helped my senior get soup, I, I didn't have any evil intentions!"

"Are you still thinking of something wrong?"

Xu Simian happened to come in from the door, and when he heard this, he just asked a question in a lukewarm manner.

On the weekend, I felt like I was facing a powerful enemy. I was so frightened that I hid under the quilt and pretended to be an ostrich.

Xu Simian glanced at the bag placed on the table and said calmly: "Don't you want to eat it?"

The roommate smiled and said, "We won't dare to move unless you come." Upon hearing this, Zhou weekend lifted up the quilt and nodded like a bird's nest.

"It's okay," Xu Simian took out the bowl, which contained several pairs of disposable chopsticks. He opened the bowl, and the brightly colored soup inside made Xu Simian chuckle. He curled his lips, looked at the weekend, and his tone was approachable:

"Eat."

Over the weekend, I swore that Xu Simian looked at him as if he had poisoned the bowl while he was not paying attention and was waiting for him to drink it.

Weekend: "..." I really just gave you soup.

***

Wen Ciyi ate the airplane meal and slept soundly. When she woke up slowly, the plane landed in half an hour.

She went to wash up, returned to her seat and flipped through the newspaper in boredom. She didn't like reading newspapers very much, and she didn't have any books on hand to pass the time.

Next time she takes a plane, she must bring her own books.

Wen Ciyi lowered his eyes and scanned a column of messages:

CR Group's stock is rising like a dark horse, with underlying stocks soaring. To this, the group's new agent, Mr. Ji, responded...

CR Group? The company where she went to attend the party before. Wen Ciyi thought of Mr. Ji, who she had not had time to meet, and her curiosity prompted her to look down...

After turning over the paper, Wen Ciyi's eyes touched that familiar figure, and he was stunned.

It’s Ji Zehuai, the Ji Zehuai whom we have played with since childhood.

CR Group is owned by his family? When did he return to China? Unexplainable doubts surrounded Wen Ciyi. She reflexively turned on her phone, and after noticing the airplane mode on, her fingertips paused.

She hadn't seen Ji Zehuai for several years. The last time she had contact was at a banquet while studying abroad. Ji Zehuai got an offer from his favorite company. She, Ling Ge and their close friends celebrated for him.

That time, she didn't drink because she was the driver and was responsible for taking Ling Ge home.

And just after she helped Ling Ge, who was very drunk, into the car, Ji Zehuai confessed his love to her.

Her mind was like a ball of mush at the time, and she subconsciously refused. Since that day, she has not seen Ji Zehuai. The two of them are like strangers lying on the call list. They think about it occasionally, but will not take the initiative.

Go chat.

Wen Ciyi couldn't find anything to talk about. She was not a coy and pretentious person. She even wanted to go back to the same situation as before. Once she sent a message to Ji Zehuai and asked him when he was free as usual.

Ji Zehuai only replied to her: What is our relationship?

It has no beginning or end, but it has a strong purpose.

And Wen Ciyi didn't know what to say. She didn't like Ji Zehuai, and she always regarded Ji Zehuai as her elder brother.

Even after getting off the plane, Wen Ciyi was a little distracted. She took out her mobile phone and called Xu Nian. As soon as she answered the call, she asked bluntly: "Is the current agent of CR Group Ji Zehuai?"

Xu Nian seemed to have known this for a long time: "Yes, you went to the banquet, didn't you see me?"

Of course she didn't see it. If she had, how could she still be as panicked as she is now.

Xu Nian heard that there was no movement from Wen Ciyi, and said strangely: "That's impossible, you guys didn't play well before, even though he..."

"Although what?" Wen Ciyi asked, "Do you still have contact?"

A flash of light flashed through Xu Nian's mind: "Do you still remember when I asked you if you would go back to celebrate the New Year this year? I hadn't lived with you at that time."

"What happened at that time?" Wen Ciyi took the time to think: "Were you on the phone at that time?"

"Yeah!" Xu Nian slapped his thigh and said, "I was on the phone with Ji Zehuai, and he came to ask me if you would go back to celebrate the New Year."

The rookie author knelt on the durian and cried bitterly, saying I'm sorry for being late today...()
Chapter completed!