Is this something that can be said in public?!

Qi Ji opened his eyes wide instantly, but Wan Chukong did not give him a chance to react at all. After saying that, he turned around and left.

The team members looked at him unanimously. Qi Ji calmed down and finally stuffed the candy into his mouth. The fragrance of milk wrapped around his entire mouth.

Fu Shuang was closest to him, so he naturally heard what Wan Chukong said, turned his head and asked directly: "What can you do secretly?"

Qi Ji shook his head stiffly and said guiltily: "I don't know either..."

"This is not secret, it is clearly intentional." Xia Wu said, his eyes not leaving the stage, but he did not concentrate on watching the performance.

Qi Ji looked at him, and he smiled at him in a normal way.

After the guests left the venue, there was someone in the changing room. Qi Ji waited for a while to see Xia Wu coming out of it, and was stunned for a moment when he saw him.

Qi Ji nodded at him and was about to pass by the other party when he suddenly heard Xia Wu say, "There are so many cameras on the scene, so you must have taken a lot of things."

Qi Ji turned to look at him, and Xia Wu's eyes dodged away again, refusing to look at him.

Until Qi Ji closed the door, a muffled voice suddenly came from outside the door: "Brother, I'm sorry, something is wrong with me today..."

He said the following words very vaguely, not knowing whether it was an apology for his mistake or for what he said just now.

Qi Ji stared at the door panel for a long time, not sure whether the other party had left, but just said, "No need to be sorry."

It was obvious that Xia Wu misunderstood what Wan Chukong said, thinking that the man agreed to open a low-key business with him.

Although it was a misunderstanding, I was extremely grateful that I was misunderstood so.

Qi Ji changed into the room and obeyed the dressing room. Xia Wu had long disappeared. Instead, he was sitting in a swivel chair and staring at his phone.

Qi Ji: "..."

He took a step back and hit the door handle, and his waist felt sore and numb. Wan Chukong raised his head when he heard the sound, and he still looked calm.

Everything in the lounge seems to have never happened, only Qi Ji remembers it and still remembers it.

Wan Chukong said: "Your teammate left you and ran away."

Qi Ji was speechless.

Seeing that Qi Ji was dissatisfied, Wan Chukong said again: "I lied to you, I told them that you and I can take you along the way."

Wouldn't that be even worse!

Wan Chukong mutes his phone, "Your agent is quite enthusiastic about me."

Qi Ji opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

Of course, they are the company's new traffic password. Wan Chukong is willing to cooperate, but the broker cannot ask for it.

Wan Chukong took his phone back into his pocket, stood up and said, "This place is actually closer to my home."

The alarm in Qi Ji's mind sounded instantly, and Wan Chukong observed his expression, "But today I need to go back to Hengjing."

Qi Ji finally realized: "...Are you playing tricks on me?"

Wan Chukong laughed, "No."

The genius believes it!

"Would you like to take my car? Although you refused before, now that your teammates have left, you should have to go back with me, right?" Just in case, Wan Chukong added, "The subway is gone at this time."

Qi Ji nodded and put on the hat of the coat. A circle of furry decorations on the cotton coat made his face look smaller and buried deep inside.

Wan Chukong reached out to press the brim of his hat, and Qi Ji walked around him with a look of surprise.

Wan Chukong pounced on Kong, crushed his fingers and said, "I want to tighten it for you, and I'll go out in a while."

Qi Ji was smarter and no longer believed in whatever men said. He judged himself: "It doesn't matter, it won't be cold when you get in the car."

Wan Chukong was a little regretful. Although he had deceived him, he did not really touch him.

It's almost half past November, and the first snow falls late at night.

The car drove for a while, and snowflakes fell on the car glass. Qi Ji looked out the window, and the phone in his hand buzzed a few times. He first glanced at the man who was driving before he dared to open it.

Su Mianchao sent him a photo of the bar, where the two's mutual friend Su Qiaoqiao was lying on the bar.

Su Mianchao: [Help, this girl is drunk too much, and she is singing with her best friend who is a man]

Su Mianchao: [When will it end there? I haven’t been out for a long time to get together]

Su Mianchao: [If you have a man, forget your friends?]

Qi Ji's head was buried lower and lower, afraid that Wan Chukong would see something, so he replied cautiously: [It's already very late, I still have work tomorrow]

Qi Ji: [Wander Wan Chukong is not my man!!!]

After a while, Su Mianchao replied: [Oh, you knew it was him without saying who it was? Very self-conscious]

Qi Ji was about to type, but suddenly his forehead was pressed back with one hand. He raised his head to look at Wan Chukong.

"I thought you were asleep."

"...No." Qi Ji said as he turned off his phone. The place where the man touched it became a little hot, probably his illusion.

"Chaving with friends?" Wan Chukong asked.

Qi Ji pursed her lips and reluctantly said, "Yeah."

He didn't notice anything wrong with his tone. He wouldn't behave like this to his teammates, and he rarely looked like this in front of his friends. He suddenly had a little temper towards Wan Chukong, and his emotions were no longer hidden, but he was just half-hidden, waiting for someone to reveal it.

"Is your childhood friend? You seem to contact him often."

"Well... it's not often either. He occasionally asks me out, but he hasn't had much time lately."

"Where did he go out to find you so late?"

Qi Ji suddenly felt guilty for a moment. He was not a playful person, but he went to entertainment venues very often.

He didn't speak, and after a few seconds, Wan Chukong spoke again: "Qi Ji."

"Well, um...go to the bar or something."

“What kind of thing?”

Qi Ji swallowed, "You should know..."

"I don't know, I don't go often." Wan Chukong said as he took the time to glance at him. Qi Ji immediately looked over, his eyes brighter under the dark night, as if he was telling that he was very well-behaved.

Wan Chukong asked him: "Which places do you like to go?"

Qi Ji was stunned for a moment, then shook his head, "No, I just feel that I need to socialize..."

"Who stipulated it?" Wan Chukong said lightly, "If you don't want to go, don't force yourself. You won't be happy if you go. Just be yourself."

Qi Ji was moved for a few seconds until Wan Chukong said, "If you want to go and remember to call me next time."

Qi Ji froze for a moment.

Wan Chukong suddenly smiled, and his smile was like spring breeze in the snowy night, "Or pray that I won't catch it?"

Qi Ji didn't dare to do anything in an instant.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier outside, and the wiper made a "rattle" sound, and the car continued to drive forward.

"Do you think there will be paparazzi following us now?" Wan Chukong suddenly spoke.

Qi Ji really looked back, "It shouldn't be?"

"My agent will get angry again when I was photographed."

Qi Ji was silent, but Wan Chukong continued, "But it doesn't matter. He often gets angry, and sometimes he will yell when he doesn't receive a call from him."

Qi Ji: "..."

For some reason, I feel that Wan Chukong’s agent is a little pitiful.

Wan Chukong continued: "How are you thinking about it?"

"Um?"

Wan Chukong reminded him in a very light voice: "Secretly."

Qi Ji was stuck all of a sudden, but he didn't expect that Wan Chukong would suddenly mention this matter at this time.

"Because you looked at me with that kind of eyes on the stage." The car in front stopped at the red light. Wan Chukong also had the chance to turn his head, stretched out his hand to hold Qi Ji's wrist, and pulled him towards him, but suddenly glanced at the back.

Qi Ji was so scared that he quickly retracted his hand, but his wrist was firmly fixed by Wan Chukong. He had to look back and see only the white snow floating in the air and the dark and empty road.

"It's easy for people to see the clues when you are so nervous. Relax a little." Wan Chukong said while he turned around, and his fingers successfully invaded Qi Ji's fingers and rubbed them gently with his other hand.

"Why are you so scared, your eyes are so blatant?" Wan Chukong asked.

"I didn't..." Qi Ji wanted to argue, but the car in front started, and Wan Chukong let go of him and drove honestly.

"No one behind." When Qi Ji turned back again, Wan Chukong said, "I just took a look."

Qi Ji didn't say anything for a while, and Wan Chukong asked him: "Are you angry?"

After a while, Qi Ji's depressed voice came from beside him: "No..."

The snow was still falling, and seeing that he was about to reach his destination, Qi Ji's mood was not relaxed but became more complicated.
To be continued...