There was a moment of silence, and Zuo Qingya's smile stopped abruptly.
Si Fuqing paused, a little surprised.
She bent down slightly and was eye level with the man in the car: "Why did you change cars?"
This car is indeed a world-famous brand, and its appearance is quite impressive, but it is still far behind the one made by Mojia.
"Yeah." Yu Xiheng's tone was slow and he looked at her with his head propped up, "There's a lot of money."
Si Fuqing: "..."
hateful!
The black-hearted boss did it on purpose!
She looked at him for a few seconds, then opened the car door and got in.
People around saw the car drive away again, this time not even leaving any exhaust fumes behind.
Zuo Xianyu pinched his fingers, and his nails dug into his palm unconsciously.
Yu Yao also watched the sports car disappearing at the end of the street in silence.
"I, am I right?" Young Master stammered, "MS's new car is limited to ten units worldwide."
This kind of limited-edition cars will not be sold on the market and have been reserved in advance.
He also saw it on the official website.
At that time, I was still regretfully saying to Yu Yao that I could only take a look.
Who knew, someone would drive this car to pick up Si Fuqing.
who?
There was a burning pain on the young master's face, and he was very embarrassed: "Miss Xianyu, is that car?"
Yu Yao also looked over.
Facing Yu Yao, Zuo Xianyu's expression became much softer. She nodded: "A car came to pick her up a few days ago. She should be someone from the entertainment industry."
All the smart people present could hear the implication of this sentence.
Si Fuqing had no power, no power, no money, so of course she couldn't have bought the car herself.
The few funders are really messy.
Listening to Zuo Xianyu say this, the inexplicable depression in Yu Yao's heart disappeared.
He withdrew his gaze and said calmly, "Let's go."
Si Fuqing surrendered and fell, so what does it have to do with him?
**
On the car.
"The car drove well today." Si Fuqing clapped, "San San, you performed well."
Feng San's hand holding the steering wheel shook, and she accepted the compliment without conscience: "Miss Si, you are overly complimentary."
This section of road was too narrow. He originally planned to make a U-turn at the front, but then he heard his ninth brother say two words -
speed.
In desperation, he directly shifted into reverse gear.
Yu Xiheng raised his eyes after hearing this. When his eyes were on the girl's hair, he suddenly leaned forward and stretched out his hand to brush it.
His fingertips were cold and his palms were warm.
This instant touch seemed to vibrate even the heartstrings slightly.
In the package of cinnamon on a moonlit night, Si Fuqing saw a fallen leaf in Yu Xiheng's hand.
I don’t know when it happened to her.
"It's better, boss." Si Fuqing gave another thumbs up, "Boss, you are the best, but do you have obsessive-compulsive disorder?"
Yu Xiheng's eyebrows moved.
"Miss Si, Brother Jiu and I watched your program." Feng San said in a timely voice, dryly, "You are so awesome. We will be able to see the students you lead in the next episode, right?"
"No." Si Fuqing's expression went blank for a moment, "It's best if no one chooses me. I want to be a little salted fish and show off my little belly every day."
Feng San: "..."
He really shouldn't have high hopes.
The car drove for a while and reached the main road.
A few minutes later, Si Fuqing suddenly said: "Wait a minute, stop the car -"
Feng San subconsciously looked at Yu Xiheng from the rearview mirror.
Yu Xiheng said: "Stop."
Feng San stopped the car immediately.
Before he asked Si Fuqing what she wanted to do, he saw her getting out of the car happily, running to the other side of the road to buy a candied haws, and then returned to the car.
Yu Xiheng felt a little helpless for the first time. He sighed softly: "Don't eat it on your clothes."
"No." Si Fuqing took a bite of hawthorn, "I'll wash it if it gets dirty and make sure it's clean."
Yu Xiheng snorted, closed her eyes, and leaned against the back of the chair to rest her eyes.
The side of his face was soaked in light golden sunlight, like white jade tinged with amber.
Si Fuqing ate and watched with great interest.
Feng San was a little confused.
Miss Si is not afraid of Ninth Brother, but Ninth Brother seems to be a little too indulgent towards Miss Si.
Yu Xiheng is not a talkative person and has always cherished words like gold.
The most common thing Feng San heard Yu Xiheng say to him over the years was——
Is this how you work as a guard?
Every time he heard this sentence, it was like his mother calling him by his full name when he was a child.
Feng San couldn't understand it and had no choice but to drive.
**
the other side.
"Youth Boy" training base.
After the second episode of the program was broadcast, the rankings of the trainees also changed accordingly.
Lu Yan and Xie Yu are still firmly in first and second place, and Lu Yan has surpassed Makino by more than 10 million votes.
But actually from the background, Xie Yu received more votes.
Fans had no idea that Xie Yu had been outvoted.
And Makino fell directly out of the top twenty.
If Tianle Media does not protect him in the later stage, Makino will basically have no chance of debuting.
Even he himself didn't expect that he would fall into such a big mistake.
At this time, the trainees were all filling out registration forms for their classes in the dormitory.
"Brother Xie, who are you going to choose?" Xu Xiyun was a little distressed, "I'm not very good at vocals and dance, so whoever you choose will be eliminated, right?"
"Your singing really needs to be improved." Xie Yu took the registration form, "But I see that your dancing has gotten much better recently."
Xu Xiyun scratched his head: "I suddenly got the idea."
He was also quite puzzled.
Si Fuqing didn't teach him much, so why did he learn it all at once?
Xu Xiyun was still thinking, but Xie Yu had already picked up the pen and wrote down a name.
"Brother Xie, who did you choose?" Xu Xiyun poked his head and asked, "Teacher Lin?"
Xie Yu is known as the "King of the Stage".
One of his solo dancing videos has been viewed over 20 million times.
Choosing a dance group will help him even more.
Xie Yu folded the registration form and said casually, "We'll know when the time comes."
"Forget it, never mind, I want to choose Si Fuqing." Xu Xinnian began to write decisively, "Brother Xie, I'm not afraid of you laughing at me, I think she is very powerful, she has definitely hidden her strength!"
He didn't plan to make a debut, but at least he couldn't leave any regrets.
Xie Yu raised his eyebrows.
After Xu Xiyun finished writing, he and Xie Yu handed the registration form to the staff.
The registration form arrived at the tutor's office very quickly.
Lin Qingyan got her own stack of registration forms.
A conservative estimate would be at least forty.
There are 101 trainees in total, and each teacher can choose up to twenty-five.
This means that many trainees will be eliminated.
"Teacher Lin, Xie Yu is an all-rounder, but he seems to be better at dancing." The vocal instructor said, "He must have chosen you, right? Your registration form is really thick."
Lin Qingyan smiled: "Definitely, Xie Yu's stage effect is explosive."
If you don’t choose her, how about choosing Si Fuqing, who is incompetent in singing and dancing?
She chose whoever she didn't want, so that it would be Si Fuqing's turn.
Lin Qingyan took out a pen and opened the registration form.
－－－－－－Digression－－－－－
Si Fuqing: I'm just a cute little salted fish, you can't even see me.
The talent show refers to various 100-person talent shows, and there is no prototype ~
