Ning Jue's concert is about to start. There are huge posters of Ning Jue everywhere at the subway entrance, on the side of the road, and in the shopping mall.

But He Dingxi seemed to have not seen Ning Jue for a long time.

Qingqing knocked on the door twice, but when no one answered, she pushed open the door and walked in.

When she saw He Dingxi in front of the window, her face was taken aback, and she quickly said, "I'm sorry Dingxi brother, I thought you weren't there."

"It's okay." He Dingxi turned around, his eyes fell on the document in Qingqing's hand, and he explained, "Just put the things on the table."

Qingqing nodded, leaned over and placed a pile of documents on He Dingxi's table.

After He Dingxi and Xie Sizhao's Yoshi Media was officially established, the office of He Dingxi's studio was also moved to the CBD where the company is located.

Recently, the company has invested in several film and television projects, signed several potential newcomers, and everything is proceeding in an orderly manner. Because Xie Sizhao is backed by his father, and He Dingxi, a popular actor, is in charge, the industry capital is very optimistic about their company, and many employers are waiting to see.

As the company gradually went on the right track, He Dingxi's identity also changed. Although he still mainly focuses on acting, various dinner parties could not help but become more frequent.

These bureaus have various forms and different patterns, but the content of the center is basically the same, nothing more than "our company has a good project recently, are you interested in the bosses?" "I have some money here, brothers, take a look. Can you save a movie?"

"By the way, Dingxi brother." Before going out, Qingqing handed an envelope to He Dingxi: "It was sent by someone just now."

It was an unremarkable envelope that, at first glance, looked like a gift from the brand. There was nothing on the envelope, and only three big characters "He Dingxi" were written in the lower right corner.

He Dingxi took the envelope and asked casually, "Who sent it?"

Qingqing answered truthfully: "I don't know, someone sent it to the front desk this morning."

He Dingxi opened the envelope and found that it contained two tickets for Ning Jue's concert.

Suddenly seeing Ning Jue's name, He Dingxi's eyelids twitched. He stared at the tickets for a while and asked Qingqing, "Is there anything else?"

Qingqing: "No more."

"It's alright, it's alright." He Dingxi put the envelope on the table and said to Qingqing, "Go ahead and do your own thing."

After Qingqing left, He Dingxi originally planned to deal with the documents on the table first. But when he was sitting at the table, his eyes fell on the envelope in the corner of the table unconsciously.

He thought that this was probably a gift from a brand or the media, and it would be good to ask Qingqing and the others to come forward.

Thinking so in his heart, he still picked up his phone and called Ning Jue.

The phone rang for a while before connecting. It was Ning Jue's assistant Xiaoye who answered the call. The music on Xiaoye's side was loud and loud, like a group of demons dancing wildly.

As soon as Xiaoye answered the phone, he said, "Hello Mr. He, I'm Xiaoye. Brother Ning is rehearsing, what's the matter?"

He Dingxi was stunned for a moment, and his mental construction seemed to have all failed at once: "It's alright, don't disturb him." He Dingxi paused and added, "I'll call later."

Xiaoye on the other end of the phone heard what He Dingxi said, and said quickly, "Wait a moment, I'll ask you first."

Before He Dingxi declined, there was a murmur on the other end of the phone, and when the voice rang again, the owner of the voice had changed to Ning Jue.

Ning Jue seemed to have just finished dancing and her breathing was a little short. Just these few breaths that seemed to be vague, instantly made He Dingxi feel agitated.

Ning Jue said unconsciously, "He Dingxi?"

He Dingxi coughed lightly, and then asked solemnly, "It's me, did you have the tickets sent by you?"

"I received it so soon." Ning Jue's voice soon brought on a smile, he seemed to be in a quiet place, and there was a faint echo in his words.

"Do you have time on Saturday night?" Ning Jue asked.

He Dingxi couldn't help laughing when he heard it. He got up and walked to the window, looking at the huge poster on the opposite building, and asked with a smile, "Why, is the big star going to date me?"

After He Dingxi finished speaking, he immediately realized that he had said something nonsense. He secretly squeezed the phone tightly and held his breath involuntarily.

Ning Jue on the other end of the phone paused. After a while, he said in a businesslike manner, "I gave you two tickets, remember to make an appointment with Sister Keran." He hurriedly added: "All I have left for you are good positions, and money is hard to find."

He Dingxi instantly understood Ning Jue's purpose, and the smile on his face turned cold. "Ning Jue" in the opposite building was still looking at him, making He Dingxi's teeth itch with anger.

"It turned out to be borrowing flowers to offer Buddha." He Dingxi's tone carried an imperceptible sarcasm. He felt that he had been a little dizzy recently, and almost forgot the little thought of this kid Ning Jue.

So he went on: "To make a wedding dress for a rival? Do I look stupid."

"I suggest you think about it from a different angle." Ning Jue's tone returned to his former arrogance: "Am I not creating opportunities for you?"

He Dingxi's voice was completely cold: "Don't bother you."

Ning Jue was too lazy to talk to He Dingxi any more, so he asked directly, "Are you coming?"

"The schedule for that day is full." He Dingxi closed the curtains, turned and sat back at the desk: "Whoever wants to make an appointment himself, don't try to lend my hand, and save your good deeds."

Ning Jue's side was quiet for a moment, and soon came the laughter he didn't care about: "Love will not come."

As soon as Ning Jue finished speaking, both ends of the phone fell silent.

He Dingxi heard a trace of disappointment in Ning Jue's voice for no reason. He was about to say something when he heard Ning Jue say, "You don't have to return the two tickets to me. Give it to whomever you love."

Speaking of which, Ning Jue seemed to be deliberately tying He Dingxi's heart, and emphasized: "As for Sister Keran, I will let Xiaoye send her the ticket alone. Okay, let's hang up."