Chapter 93

A familiar voice, with a little helplessness, echoed in Si Miao's ears and stirred in his heart.

Si Miao's nose became sore, and Ji Yuedong didn't answer, and repeated: "Little prince, I like you.

"Okay, okay," Si Miaoqiang resisted the throbbing in his heart, "I heard it, what you have learned is nothing like what you learned."

Ji Yuedong sneered: "Yes, then I will talk more and practice more in the future."

Saying it once is enough to be heartbroken. Do you want him to become a Buddha on the spot if you say it a few more times? Si Miao rubbed the tip of her nose, with a strong nasal voice: "No, no, I will reluctantly accept you as a fan... From now on, you, you can't climb the wall."

"Climbing the wall? What do you mean?" Ji Yuedong had never heard of this term.

"It's..." Si Miao breathed out and touched her hot cheeks, "It's just that you can't fall in love with other stars anymore."

Ji Yuedong stopped, and the wind with the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus came over in April, but he suddenly missed the dry air on the other side of the ocean. He looked down at the schedule and smiled, "Okay, don't climb the wall."

After landing in Washington, Zhou Jiayan spent a day with Si Miao, arranged follow-up matters with Lisa, and booked a ticket for the day to return to China.

When the show is about to end, he will come over to take over the only artist in his hand. Seeing how he was wearing a suit and carrying a business suitcase, Si Miao quipped, "You're much more handsome than you used to count money in a van."

"Really?" Zhou Jiayan glanced at him, "But it's much less than before."

"Not as much as before? Impossible, right?"

"What do you think you are worth now?" Zhou Jiayan said resentfully, "Guess how much Song Yang paid for this variety show?"

Si Miao thought about it: "With his popularity, shouldn't he be several million?"

Zhou Jiayan stretched out a finger on his left hand and opened his right hand to compare a number.

"Fifteen million???!!!"

Zhou Jiayan said: "That's right, that's the price. And I have to wait for half a month for his schedule."

Si Miao was really shocked for a while, and asked curiously, "What about me?"

Zhou Jiayan: "one zero less than him."

Si Miao: "..."

"And you have to be on call," Zhou Jiayan added. "Either people will find someone else, and the prospective second-tier students will go everywhere."

Si Miao: "..."

"Okay, I won't hit you anymore," Zhou Jiayan put on his coat, "I'm leaving, you can reflect on how to make money for Brother Yan."

Si Miao: "..."

Managers are paid from the artist's paycheck. Si Miao thought silently, I am not a qualified cash cow, I will water and fertilize myself more in the future.

In fact, Zhou Jiayan's exaggeration, because Si Miao has been working and never resting, he should have earned more than when he was a group leader. But he and the company quietly proposed that the commission should not be taken a year before, and then gradually increase the commission to the normal level after a year. You can't see the money now, but these Si Miao don't know.

Washington's itinerary is denser than Paris. For fun, the director added game elements, such as buying designated items on the street. In this way, the program is not as easy as it used to be. Fortunately, Song Yang is no longer clinging to him, and he has begun to play with other guests. Si Miao is tired of recording the program and does not need to avoid Song Yang's closeness.

Occasionally, when he ran into trouble because of his poor English, Song Yang would come over to help, and leave if he was too helpful, so as not to let others see the problem, nor to make anyone uncomfortable.

On the evening of the last day of the trip to Washington, the filming of this stop came to an end. After taking a shower, Si Miao sat on the ground and packed her suitcases, playing with Song Yang in a high-pitched voice while packing.

There are cameras in the house, and they can't stop talking. If they don't talk, they will be discordant, so they play games. Si Miao shouted "Qinghai-Tibet Plateau" with all her strength, and the King of Golden Songs next door slammed the wall a few times in pain because she couldn't stand the noise.

Si Miao and Song Yang covered their mouths and secretly laughed, when the phone next to Si Miao vibrated.

It's WeChat, over the winter: [1103 on the eleventh floor. 】

Xiao Si: [? ? ? Is it wrong? ? ? 】

The other party only sent one word: [Come. 】

Si Miao's nerves suddenly became excited, her emotions were higher than high-pitched voices, she bit her lower lip, stood up and walked towards the door.

Song Yang saw this man playing and suddenly ran away, and asked curiously, "Brother Xiao Si, why are you going?"

"Uh..." Si Miao rolled her eyes, "The assistant has something to do with me, I'll go take a look."

Regardless of whether Song Yangxiang believed it or not, Si Miao went out anyway. Close the door with the last bit of sanity, and then quickly walk towards the elevator.

When he got to the eleventh floor, he almost half ran to the door of 1103.

Si Miao looked around and carefully knocked on the door three times.

The door was quickly opened, and before Si Miao could see the person inside, a force rushed in, grabbed his wrist, and pulled him in sharply.

"boom"

The door was closed, and Si Miao's back also slammed against the wall, but it didn't hurt - the man put his arms behind him.

"Ji Dongdong..." There was no light in the room, it was pitch black, Si Miao asked tentatively, "Is that you?"

The other party responded with a kiss instead.

This is a very aggressive kiss, domineering and leaving no room for it. Si Miao's breath was plundered, and after a while, he begged for mercy in a hoarse voice: "Wait...wait...I can't breathe..."

The other party did not intend to stop, and the aggression went deeper.

"Can't stand?"

After an unknown amount of time, Si Miao gradually woke up and listened to the other person asking this in his ear.

He found himself on the other's shoulders like a cat, with the other's knees against his thighs, propping him up to keep him from falling softly to the ground.

"It's okay, there's no problem at all," Si Miao quickly let go, leaned back and asked, "Why are you here?"

Ji Yuedong teased: "If I don't come again, the star I'm chasing will chase others away."

Si Miao: "???"

What does it mean? What do you call the star he chases, chasing others away, it means...

Does it mean that he knew about Song Yang's promotion of CP?

Si Miao's heart "squeaked", and suddenly panicked, thinking: It's over, Ji Dongdong is going to misunderstand.

"You..." Si Miao hurriedly explained, "Did you see me and Xiaoyang... Song Yang's Reuters?"

Si Miao: "I have nothing with him, really, I don't even want to fry CP with him!"

Ji Yuedong was stunned.

This kid's IQ went offline too fast. He didn't say anything, and the kid did all the tricks on his own.

Such a good opportunity does not need to be inconsistent with the character that the author gave him as a scheming and ruthless president. Ji Yuedong lowered his voice and said deeply, "Really?"

"It's absolutely true!" Si Miao was about to cry, "I swear to God, if Song Yang and I have something to do, we'll be caught by a car... um..."

Ji Yuedong covered his mouth: "I swear, I don't need it, I believe you."

Si Miao: "Trust me?"

Ji Yuedong said "um", "I always believed in you."

Si Miao put down the hanging stone, screaming in her heart, ah ah ah ah, why is Ji Dongdong so good, willing to believe him unconditionally, covering his mouth and not swearing is not the plot of an idol drama? like Ji Dongdong more, but what is it? ! !

"But..." Ji Yuedong's tone was slightly aggrieved, "I still feel a little uncomfortable seeing Reuters."

Si Miao: "Huh?"

"You walk with other men and live in the same room, it makes me feel uncomfortable," Ji Yuedong pressed his forehead against his forehead, "Mr. Si, I seem to be jealous, what should I do?"

This was the first time Ji Dongdong expressed his emotions to him. Si Miao felt sad and blamed himself when he heard the words. It was his queen mother who didn't correct Song Yang's actions after realizing it. I want to apologize but feel it is useless. Can a few words on the lips soothe an already wounded heart?

"I will pay attention next time! No, there is no next time!" He could only solemnly swear, and then held the other party's hand, "Ji Dongdong, what should I do now to make you feel better?"

"Well..." In the darkness, Ji Yuedong raised the corners of his lips: "Sleep in a separate room with that sheep, tomorrow, right away."

Without any hesitation, Si Miao agreed to this request. Ji Yuedong was very satisfied with his goal, and turned on the light in the room with a restrained expression.

Si Miao closed his eyes and adjusted to the light for a while, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the lips of the person in front of him were red and bloody, a little more tempting than the usual cold appearance, which made him obsessed, so he stood on tiptoe and held it up. He pouted again with people's faces.

Later, Bo got to the sofa and kept booing all the time. In the hotel at midnight, Si Miao's reaction became more and more serious.

They are all normal men, and Ji Yuedong is not very happy. Si Miao buried his head in his neck and said in a trembling voice, "Don't hold back, I, I can do it."

"No," Ji Yuedong rubbed the fur on the top of his head, "I said, I won't touch you until I'm sure about it."

"Then I'll touch you..." Si Miao gritted her teeth, "I'll use my hands for you..."

"Are you sure you can?" Ji Yuedong laughed.

Si Miao was very persistent on this issue: "I'm sure!"

After speaking, in order to confirm his words, he took off his shoes and knelt on the sofa. The expression on his face was serious and focused, but the trembling legs and the tangled hands that didn't know where to put it revealed the fact that he couldn't.

Ji Yuedong sighed, took the man and sat on his lap: "I'm not going to the execution ground, why are you afraid of doing this? Let me help you."

What happened next is indescribable in words.

Ji Yuedong: "...so soon?"

Si Miao: "..."

Ji Yuedong patted him on the shoulder: "It doesn't matter, it's the first time men are like this, I understand."

In order to leave room for him, Ji Yuedong let him go, got up and went to the bathroom to wash his hands. After washing his hands, he went to the empty room - Si Miao, whose dignity was shattered, was already lying on the bed in his room and began to doubt his life.

It was obvious that he had lost sleep that night. The next day, he had dark circles under his eyes and the director euphemistically proposed the idea of ​​changing rooms. The director was concerned that he was an artist from the same owner as Dongcheng TV and an artist under Oriental Entertainment. Still agreed to his request.

In fact, if Ji Yuedong doesn't want Si Miao and Song Yang to sleep in the same room, he can do it with a few words. But the entertainment industry is full of monkey spirits. He is afraid that someone with a heart will guess the relationship between him and the children, and it will not be good for the children to spread it out.

Ji Yuedong returned to China on the same day's air ticket, and his schedule was full later, so he didn't take any time to visit the class.Si Miao could only live with his fingers every day, tormented through two countries, and finally waited for the day when Brother Yan came to pick him up.

The last stop was Iceland, and Zhou Jiayan came the day after the program team arrived in Iceland.He couldn't come in time for the last day, and the relationship between the guests and his artists needed him to maintain.

When he got off the plane and went directly to the shooting scene, everyone was gathered around, waiting for the director to announce the guests of the flight.The director first sold out and introduced several representative works of this flying guest.

The more Zhou Jiayan outside the venue listened, the tighter his muscles became.

After the introduction, the venue cheered.In a trance, he heard someone behind him say with a smile: "This friend let me go, I'm going in to record the show."

It was still the same gentle voice, and the same pair of smiling Danfeng eyes.