You have Bai Yueguang, why are you in such a hurry when I choose a male model?

"Let me correct what you just said." Fu Nanfeng's face was very serious, and his blue eyes were full of disgust and nausea.

"You were just an intern at Fengci for a while, and then I fired you."

"Please don't say anything that might cause misunderstanding."

Lu Zhixia lifted her beautiful hair and said with a slightly embarrassed smile, "Sorry, I got it mixed up."

After she apologized, she opened her mouth to say something, but saw that Fu Nanfeng was no longer looking at her. Instead, he took out a black card from his pocket and handed it to the waiter.

“I want this bag.”

Hearing what he said, Lu Zhixia was jealous to the point of going crazy.

She looked at Song Buci, who was standing there with his arms folded across his chest, looking at her with a smile.

He clenched his fists, hatred about to overflow.

Is Song Buci making fun of her?

Laugh at her for not knowing her own limitations?

Or are you mocking her for not being liked by Fu Nanfeng?

Sensing her hatred, Song Buci kept smiling.

Do you hate it so much?

Then hate more. When hatred reaches the critical point and you act accordingly, rationality will no longer exist.

Li Wanhe came to Song Buci with the bag in her hand. She even raised her neck and stretched it out to reveal the kiss mark on it.

Her beautiful face was full of pride, and her proud expression seemed to say, "Look, how much he loves me."

Song Buci put away the smile on his face after seeing her and asked, "Are you showing off to me?"

"Yes." Li Wanhe nodded in agreement.

Hearing this, Song Buci sneered, "Being Shen Yanzhou's lover, what's there to brag about?"

"You are not legitimate and you will be laughed at when you go out." Song Buci ridiculed her directly.

Li Wanhe was not annoyed, and a smile remained on her face: "But he treats me well, and his heart is with me."

Song Buci sneered and retorted without hesitation: "If he had you in his heart, he would have directly obtained a marriage certificate with you and made you his legitimate Mrs. Shen."

"Li Wanhe," Song Buci called her name and then took a step forward. "What you're doing is what we call self-degradation."

Are you willing to degenerate?

Li Wanhe thought, so what?

As long as the mission can be accomplished, she will do whatever it takes.

"So what?" Li Wanhe shrugged. "As long as the mission is completed, that's all that matters."

"No need to say goodbye, I've bought it." Fu Nanfeng's voice interrupted the two of them, "Let's go."

Song Buci nodded and stood there looking at the two women.

Finally, his eyes fell on the kiss mark on Li Wanhe's neck, and then he raised his hand to touch her neck and gently reminded her: "Remember to cover it up. You still have to have some sense of propriety and honor."

"Tsk, you are envious of me." Li Wanhe said disdainfully.

Well, she is just a string of code, what can she understand?

"Whatever you say." Song Buci didn't care. "I won't envy the scumbag on your list."

After saying that, he followed Fu Nanfeng out of the store. After leaving, Fu Nanfeng couldn't help but ask curiously, "Do you know her?"

"I know her." Song Buci replied. More than just knowing each other, they even disliked each other.

"Then stay away from that woman." Fu Nanfeng reminded.

Hearing this reminder, Song Buci looked at him, his eyes full of curiosity, "Why?"

Fu Nanfeng relied on his sixth sense and said, "I always feel that she gives people an unfriendly feeling, which makes me itchy." He wanted to kill her.

"I see."

After watching such a farce, the two of them were not in the mood to go shopping. After walking around the floor, Song Buci asked him to take him back.

Now we have all the members and we are going to practice the song together.

After sending the person away, Fu Nanfeng looked at her with a burning gaze and said, "Don't be too busy. I will come to see you later."

When he heard that he would come to see him again, Song Buci quickly waved his hand and said, "No, no, you'd better not come here again."

Fu Nanfeng didn't listen and just started the car.

"Bye, see you tonight." After saying hello, Fu Nanfeng drove away.

Looking at the luxury car with only exhaust gas left, Song Buci held his forehead and sighed.

I carried my bag and walked into the building.

In the studio, they sat together. Except for a few older women who went to sleep, the rest did not take a nap.

"Oh my god, your math is so bad!" Wen Xiaoxing complained. He had just joined in the morning, but he didn't expect that his relationship with them would be so good now.

Wen Xuyan was always scolded for his studies. He scratched his head and said with a smile, "I can't help it. I don't know math."

"It's impossible that you can get such an easy math problem wrong, right?" Chu Yue felt exhausted.

She accepted the tutoring herself during these days.

Seeing his score increase from the twenties to the thirties, Chu Yue felt a sense of accomplishment for some reason.

"Is everyone busy?" Song Buci asked, then walked over and saw the test papers on the table with big red crosses on them.

Song Buci was silent for a moment. What a poor student.

"Work hard." Song Buci patted his shoulder and said seriously, "With your academic score, even if your art exam results are good, it will still be an obstacle."

"understood."

Song Buci returned to the office for a nap and continued practicing after a certain time.

In the days that followed, Song Buci repeated the same thing, which was boring and tedious.

The three of them all had their own things to do: one was busy researching bombs, one was busy expanding her business, and one was busy practicing the piano.

The days passed one by one, and after the registration deadline, Song Buci sat at his desk and looked at the computer in front of him.

She was a little nervous, afraid that she would not be admitted.

Song Buci searched through the documents bit by bit with a nervous mood.

After seeing their band, I felt visibly happy.

"Registration is successful!" Song Buci shouted, then got up from the chair and ran out of the office.

"Everyone!" she shouted at them from the hall, "We've successfully registered!"

When they heard that their registration was successful, everyone's faces showed joy.

"Then we have to work harder!" Liang Si was even happier. She didn't expect that she would return to the music stage after many years.

"Let's cheer together!" Song Buci said as he stretched out his hand, the smile on his face never stopping.

Everyone put their hands on it one by one, and then shouted excitedly: "Come on together!"

At noon, everyone practiced harder, as they would soon be entering the first stage of the competition.

This competition is a bit difficult, but they are not afraid!

The second brother who had made an appointment with Song Buci arrived late after finishing his work.

Song Baiqian wore a mask and sunglasses and came to the outside of the Phoenix Orchestra's studio, listening to the chorus coming from inside.

It seems that his sister manages the band very well.

After pushing the door open, Song Baiqian saw a group of people playing music in the middle of the hall.

He stood in the corner and didn't go up to disturb them. His eyes fell on Song Buci who was sitting in front of the piano.

His eyes were full of pride.