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Xie Sizhao glanced at the cigarette butt that fell on the windowsill, and said in shock, "Have you smoked?"
He Dingxi didn't answer Xie Sizhao's question. The sun shone in from the window, and he squinted uncomfortably. Finally, he opened his mouth to say the first sentence of the day.
"Why are you here?" He Dingxi asked.
While talking, he left Xie Sizhao and went upstairs into the bathroom, ready to start brushing his teeth.
"Why am I here?" Xie Sizhao followed the master bedroom without seeing anything: "Today we have a meeting in the company, do you remember? Eight of us waited for you for half an hour."
He Dingxi rinsed his mouth and said insincerely, "Well, I'm sorry, I overslept."
After hearing this, the expression on Xie Sizhao's face became even more strange. He Dingxi was not someone who would delay work because he overslept.
It doesn't matter if you are absent from the meeting, the company can't transfer without He Dingxi. It's just that Xie Sizhao called He Dingxi several times early in the morning, but He Dingxi didn't answer a single one. He contacted the people around He Dingxi again, but no one could tell where he was.
Xie Sizhao was uneasy for a while, and came to the door to take a look.
"Why do you still look so bad when you sleep late?" Xie Sizhao glanced at He Dingxi and asked tentatively, "Did you sleep well last night?"
He Dingxi opened his toothbrush and started to pretend to be deaf. He obviously didn't want to talk about it. Only the electric toothbrush was buzzing in the air.
Seeing that He Dingxi was not interested in paying attention to him, Xie Sizhao walked into the small hall by himself. He strolled boredly in the small hall for a few laps, and saw a racing helmet on the cabinet beside the bookshelf.
"You started playing in traffic jams recently?" Xie Sizhao picked up the helmet and fiddled with it. Seeing that there was a signature on the helmet, he asked He Dingxi strangely, "Who is Ning Zhiyuan?"
"It's none of your business." He Dingxi just came out of the bathroom. He took the helmet from Xie Sizhao's hand and carefully put it back on the cabinet.
It was the helmet that Ning Jue's father, Ning Zhiyuan, wore in his last game before he retired. The price of this thing is not high, but it is relatively unpopular, and there is less information circulating on the market. In order to buy it, He Dingxi really spent a lot of effort.
While looking for Ning Zhiyuan's helmet, he happened to buy the championship ring that Xiao Keran wanted.
Previously, He Dingxi had never found the right time to give this item to Ning Jue, and he would never have the opportunity to give it to him in the future.
But that doesn't matter now.
He Dingxi lacked interest in everything he did today. Xie Sizhao had no eyesight since he was a child, and was clamoring for coffee as soon as he came. He Dingxi was too lazy to serve the eldest young master, so he found coffee capsules from the drawer and dealt with it casually.
"What the hell happened to you today?" The sound of the coffee machine sounded, Xie Sizhao stretched his neck and looked at He Dingxi's back, and asked, "Why does it look like a lost love?"
"Did you meet me on the first day?" He Dingxi came out with coffee and put it on the coffee table in front of Xie Sizhao.
"Yes." Xie Sizhao took a sip of his coffee, showing an expression that was hard to swallow: "No one can make you sad."
The two sat on the sofa and talked about work for a while. The TV happened to be replaying the first episode of the national variety show that Ning Jue recorded before. He Dingxi had watched this episode when it was first broadcast. He picked up the remote control to turn the channel, but Xie Sizhao pressed it down.
Xie Sizhao watched TV happily for a while, and was amused by the plot in the show.
Of course, the "object" that Xie Sizhao said did not refer to a love object, but He Dingxi's "business CP object". But hearing the word "object", He Dingxi's heart was stabbed fiercely.
Xie Sizhao seems to be unreliable, but his industry sense is still very keen. Ning Jue's recent momentum is indeed very strong. The variety show he participated in received a good response as soon as it was broadcast. Thanks to his participation, the ratings and network data reached new highs.
Ning Jue's character in this show is very lovable, plus he himself is bold, careful, and playful, showing his advantages at the right time, allowing many viewers to see that he is not an idol star. They all expressed their affection for him.
Capital is always chasing the heat, and has already begun to approach Ning Jue's new projects. Xie Sizhao alone knows a lot.
At this time on the TV, the resident guest Zheng Zeguang was teasing Ning Jue: "If Ning Jue gets married and finds a partner in the future, what kind of person would you like?"
Idol artists usually shy away from answering questions about marriage and love, but Ning Jue didn't mind. He looked at the camera and said generously, "I like what kind of person he is."
When he said this, his eyes were very focused, as if he was looking at the person in front of the TV affectionately.
He Dingxi stared at the TV screen, seemingly unable to return to his senses.
Zheng Zeguang gave a meaningful "Oh" and then asked, "Then Ning Jue, have you met this person?"
Ning Jue was silent for a moment, probably because of the effect of the show. He didn't say yes or no, but smiled ambiguously and said, "Fate has yet to come."
The program team deliberately fired the CP in their program, so as soon as Ning Jue finished speaking, the camera cut to the face of another resident guest Fang Qian.
Fang Qian lowered her head and ruffled her hair, smiling shyly and tenderly.
Ning Jue went to bed last night without drying her hair, and her hairstyle was horrible when she woke up in the morning. As soon as he washed his hair hastily by the sink, Yang Mei took the staff to block the door.
Today, Ning Jue participated in the opening of a luxury brand flagship store. This is the endorsement he just won.
At the event site, Ning Jue happened to meet Fang Qian. During the waiting time, Fang Yan stood beside Ning Jue, and the two of them chatted casually. Ning Jue and Fang Qian were recording the same show recently, and the conversation between the two naturally revolved around this show.
Fang Qian tugged at Ning Jue's sleeve and asked casually, "When I recorded the last time, I thought the wrist guard you were wearing looked good. What brand is it? I'm going to buy one too."