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Chapter 47
Ning Ji sat in the back seat of the nanny's car, crossed his legs, and swiped his phone expressionlessly. His assistant was driving in front, telling him about the upcoming work arrangements while driving, and Ning Ji answered from time to time.

Xiao Gao glanced at him through the rearview mirror inside the car, and said hesitantly, "There is one more thing."

Ning Ji raised his eyebrows without raising his head: "What?"

"It's Brother Ning, your father. He couldn't get through to you, so he called me. He asked me to tell you to call him back when he has time."

"Heh——" Ning Ji sneered, turned off the phone, leaned on the back of the chair and looked at Xiao Gao through the rearview mirror, "Tell me, how many times did he call you?"

He couldn't understand Master Ning's virtues very well. If he didn't answer the phone, he would frantically hit the people around him until someone answered.

Xiao Gao was silent for a moment, and said while waiting for the traffic lights: "Ten...twelve."

Ning Ji showed a "really so" expression, with cold eyes.

If Wan Biqing saw Ning Ji now, she probably wouldn't be able to say "he's very gentle".

There was a deathly silence in the car for a while, and Xiao Gao's heart was beating nervously.

He has been with Ning Ji for the longest time, knowing that his gentleness on the outside is just faking, but behind his back he has a very bad temper, and of course this bad temper is only triggered at certain times.

After waiting for a while, Ning Ji picked up the phone to unlock it, released Ning Bufan from the blacklist, and called.

"You finally remembered your old man?"

Ning Bufan's drunken voice came through the receiver, and Ning Ji frowned disgustedly, "Say something quickly."

"What's your attitude? Ning Ji, I'm your father! You're nothing without me!"

The person on the other end of the phone suddenly became angry, the voice was so loud that even Xiao Gao heard it, he shrank his neck, wishing he could just shrink under the car.

Ning Ji tapped his knee lightly with his index finger, and stretched out his other hand to rest on the back seat. After he finished speaking, he said nonchalantly, "Then you should leave as soon as possible, so that I will be nothing."

"You—" Ning Bufan was gasping for breath, but he couldn't say anything to refute.

"Hang up if you have nothing to do, don't waste my time."

Ning Ji was about to hang up, when Ning Bufan suddenly said: "Wait, your brother is getting engaged, next month, you must be there."

"What does his engagement have to do with me?"

"You also know his engagement partner. It's a lady from the Lou family, Lou Qingxue. Logically speaking, you should be a couple, but you don't intend to get married. The Lou family is more optimistic about your younger brother. They are about the same age. Let's go together, I..."

Ning Ji twitched the corner of his mouth, hung up directly, and pulled back.

He cares who he likes?
But... Loujia...

When he heard the surname Ning Ji, he thought of someone. His eyes flickered for a moment, and he opened Weibo, logged on to his unknown account, and searched.

After Lou Jinhuan participated in the show, Weibo changed his name, and with certification, he was called Lou Jinhuan.

There are very few surnames and first names, and no duplicates can be found together.

Ning Ji came to her senses and opened her follow list. There were all kinds of things, but she couldn't see anything, and not many people followed her. There were only about Weibo fans. Compared with other people in the same period, they were completely confused. .

There were also very few microblogs, except for some promotional reposts, the most recent one was the photo of her watching the sunset that was captured by scouts.

The girl turned sideways, half of her face was bathed in golden light, clean and melancholy, her beauty was cold and pitiful.

Ning Ji was dazed for a moment, and when he realized it, a line of small words flashed on the screen: The picture has been saved.

Ning Ji: "..."

He pinched his eyebrows, lowered his head and muttered: "I'm bewitched..."

He maintained this posture without moving, and Xiao Gao in front thought he was too sad, so he comforted him dryly, "Brother Ning, there are no fragrant grasses anywhere in the world, it would be better if this one didn't die."

Ning Ji: "..."

You are so talented as an assistant, let's talk about cross talk.

He raised his head and stared quietly at the rearview mirror, Xiao Gao's hairs stood on end, Ning Ji suddenly smiled again.

Xiao Gao: "..."

Mom, I want to quit my job.

Ning Ji broke the pot, clicked a follow on the trumpet, and then quit Weibo.

"Don't worry about him, next time he hits you, block him, and if he finds you, you can find me. I have nothing to do with him, so don't give him face." Ning Ji finished speaking coldly, and then said: "It's useless Turned down all the entertainment, just saying that I am busy recording programs."

Xiao Gao nodded, but he was thinking in his heart, isn't it just a guest tutor, is he busy?
……

The conversation with Wan Biqing was just a small interlude. After he came back and rested for half an hour, Lou Jinhuan picked up the prop sword and practiced in front of the mirror again.

This Huazui Frost and Cold Sword Dance is not only difficult, but also broken, with a lot of changes. If you want to remember it, you have to practice continuously to form muscle memory, and you have to memorize the song so that you know which part corresponds to which movement.

Even if Lou Jinhuan has previous memories and has learned martial arts for many years, it is still difficult to reach the level of his previous life in a short time.

One minute on stage, ten years off stage, Lou Jinhuan was deeply aware of the weight behind this sentence, and dared not neglect for a moment.

At first, Wan Biqing felt that she had plenty of time. After seven days, she would definitely be able to practice, and she didn't have to work so hard. However, after seeing Lou Jinhuan, she was also driven to work hard.

All the pride of her good dancing skills disappeared, and there was only one thought left in her mind: Lou Jinhuan didn't want to hold her back, and she couldn't hold Lou Jinhuan back.

The two seem to be competing. After eating every day, they watch the tablet to see how they dance. After resting, they continue to practice. When they are tired, they rest for 10 minutes before continuing.

I practiced until late at night, and there were no people in the other practice rooms.

Wan Biqing couldn't hold it anymore, she couldn't lift her arms, and her legs seemed to be filled with lead. She threw away the sword and said weakly, "Please, don't get me wrong, let's go back to sleep?"

Lou Jinhuan jumped up and landed steadily, "You go back first, I will practice for a while."

Wan Biqing gave her a thumbs up in admiration, and took a step first.

After the dance, Lou Jinhuan put down the sword and moved her hands and feet. When she backed up, she lost her footing, staggered, and slowly sat down while leaning on the wall.

[It looks so hard, Lou Lou, do you want to work so hard? 】

[Can you not fight?This girl group needs seven members, but there are a lot of capable and talented people, and if you slack off, you will be thrown away.What's more, the original owner's previous grades were so bad, if he wants to fight back, he has to rely on the stage of Er Gong]

[I feel sorry for Lou Lou, in fact, she can ask the male lead for help, right?The male protagonist is voice-activated, so it shouldn't be difficult to attack him? 】

【Who are you insulting?Loulou is so proud, why should she rely on a man for things she can do by herself?Even if it's the male lead, she doesn't care, right? 】

More people just watch but not post barrage, and their distress will be transformed into a way of rewarding.

Lou Jinhuan raised his head and smiled gratifiedly when he heard that points were being added to the account.

Wan Biqing's words about how Ning Ji came out came again, she closed her eyes, wiped off the sweat from her forehead, stood up, and did it again.

(End of this chapter)