The big shots are jealous of me [Entertainment]

In the next few days, Geng Yu would spare time every day to guide Song Yan alone.

Song Yan was very grateful to Mr. Geng, but Mr. Geng tried every means to ask him to drink water every day... He was very puzzled.

but no matter.

Teacher Geng works hard every day to teach him with all his energy and painstaking efforts, and he will never let the teacher spend money again!

Absolutely not!

Song Yan clenched his small fists.

Luo Zijie finished his meal, and put it in front of him: "What are you looking at? This is? Clenching a small fist, who do you want to hit?"

He snorted coldly, "You want to hit Wei Ziyang? That guy really deserves it!"

Song Yan: ...Hello?

Luo Zijie wanted to say something more, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw some annoying figures walking towards the door.

At that moment, the topic changed, and he happily turned on the mocking mode: "Oh, who bragged that the king of heaven came for him?"

Song Yan turned his back to the door, completely ignoring Luo Zijie's brain circuit: "Huh?"

But a few trainees next to me couldn't help echoing in a low voice:

"Say something about the seniors and seniors of the company who have attended events together, it's a big blow."

"Yes, but I don't think men and gods have even looked at him..."

The voice was not too loud, just enough for Wei Ziyang who had just entered the door to hear.

The latter's face changed, and the corners of his mouth sank.

Follower A next to Wei Ziyang: "Brother Ziyang, don't argue with them."

Attendant B: "Yes, maybe in the next issue, there will be no such person!"

Wei Ziyang's complexion was not good-looking, and he didn't pay attention to other people at all, but it was Song Yan who always felt shy.

What the manager said not long ago still rings in my ears: "You said that the company has given you enough resources, right? But look at your performance in the past two years... forget it, I don't blame you, if you want to blame, you blame yourself The conditions are not good enough, you said that if you can grow up like Song Yan, won't the company be popular with you so much?"

Not to mention the manager now, even King Geng looked at him differently.

Is it because that kid is good-looking?

It's just a weak chicken with a bad face, he doesn't believe that Geng Tianwang is such a superficial person.

That kid must have used some shady trick!

Song Yan has Zhang Liang's plan, so he also has a wall ladder.

Wei Ziyang clenched his fists little by little, turned around without saying a word, walked out of the restaurant, and took out his mobile phone to dial the manager's number.

Seeing Wei Ziyang leaving gloomyly, Luo Jie immediately whistled happily, and felt that the food tasted better.

He just couldn't bear Wei Ziyang's air of superiority because of his background.

He even formed a gang to bully Song Yan and run on himself, ah!

With a big appetite, he took a few big mouthfuls of rice, and Luo Jieling said, "By the way, it's time for a holiday tomorrow. What's the plan?"

It stands to reason that they cannot have a holiday during the broadcast of a boy group selection variety show, for fear of attracting fans to watch.

But their program, except for Wei Ziyang, basically few people know each other when they go out, so they are not so strict, and they are given one day off every week.

... Song Yan felt that it was probably because Director Wu wanted to save some food expenses.

When he was chattering, Song Yan had been grilling rice, and burped after eating and drinking: "Tomorrow, I'd better go back to the courtyard and have a look."

Luo Jieling thought that this courtyard referred to the compound of the community or something, so he didn't ask much, just took out his mobile phone and murmured: "Oh, I'm going, the other program is on the trending list again... When will it be our turn! "

After dinner, Song Yan went back to the dormitory to tidy up, put a large box of toffee purchased online two days ago into his backpack, and planned to go back to the orphanage after breakfast the next morning, so that he could come back for lunch .

Perfect hee hee.

Geng Yu had a fulfilling life these past few days. Although he never found a bottle again, he was able to stay with the Yao Wang Zai Zai every day, and he could touch Wang Zungui's little hands from time to time. Life should not be too happy.

He got up early in the morning energetically, and walked towards the dance studio in the corner.

The demon king cub should have started to stretch by now, right?

Maybe you can see the movement of the refill by opening the door!

Geng Yu thought that he would receive Zai Zai's little love right away, and the corners of his tight lips could not help but twitch happily.

Reach out and push the door.

The sound of dynamic music came from the room, and there were indeed three boys practicing dancing in front of the mirror.

However, there was no Song Yan.

Wei Ziyang frowned subtly when he heard the door being pushed open.

Wanting to see who is so short-sighted and disturbing his dance practice, he didn't expect to look up and see a tall figure standing at the door.

Geng Yu, Geng Tianwang!

Wei Ziyang was stunned for a moment, and then burst into ecstasy.

Someone leaned over beside my ear and whispered excitedly: "Brother Ziyang, Mr. Geng is here, is he here specifically to look for you?"

Wei Ziyang laughed softly: "Fuck you, don't talk nonsense...cough, I'll ask Mr. Geng."

Geng Yu didn't see Song Yan, and was a little disappointed at the moment, and was about to ask someone to ask, a boy ran over: "Teacher Geng!"

Geng Yu glanced at him with an expression on his face.

Wei Ziyang gave him a shy smile: "Did Mr. Geng come to see us dance?"

This is... more than half correct.

Geng Yu didn't bother to explain, so he just said lightly: "Yes."

Wei Ziyang clenched his fists excitedly: "Great! Teacher Geng, you have worked hard, I will bring you a chair... Would you like some tea? I have authentic Mingqian Longjing here, and I will soak it for you later... ..."

With that said, he turned and ran to the corner, and moved the heavy chair to Geng Yu's side courteously.

He wiped the chair clean again with a paper towel, and put it in front of Geng Yu: "Teacher Geng, how is Miss Hong?"

Sister Hong is Geng Yu's manager. Such an opening remark is kind and polite, and she can calmly solicit relationships.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he had already seen the envious and convinced eyes of his two companions. The aggrieved feeling of being neglected a few days ago was swept away, and he even raised his lips in a good mood.

However, before he could finish speaking, he heard Geng Yu's indifferent and impatient voice: "Who are you?"

Geng Yu really didn't know who this person was.

From the moment he entered the door, he started nagging, annoying.

If he didn't want to ask about Song Yan's situation, he would have slammed the door and left.

The arc of Wei Ziyang froze on his lips, and it took him a long time to force out a smile: "Mr. Geng, don't you remember me? I'm Wei Ziyang under Sister Yu, you can call me Ziyang. We have met several times in the company Well, half a year ago, I had the honor to attend with Mr. Geng..."

Geng Yu was too lazy to listen to his nonsense, leaned lazily against the wall behind him, and interrupted him mercilessly: "I'm asking you."

"Hey," Wei Ziyang quickly stopped talking, "You ask."

Geng Yu raised his head and looked at him indifferently: "Where is Song Yan?"

Wei Ziyang: "..."

Follower AB: "..."

Wei Ziyang felt that his smirk was going to be unstoppable, but he had seen big scenes anyway, so he tried his best to manage his expression: "Song Yan, you should go out to play."

Geng Yu frowned: "Aren't you a concentration camp? Can you still go out?"

Wei Ziyang smiled: "That's right, Mr. Geng, we have one day of vacation every week. I haven't taken a break. I practice in the dance studio whether I have a holiday or not, but Song Yan...maybe he is young, so he must be playful, hehe... ... Teacher Geng, don't blame him."

When Wei Ziyang forced other things, Geng Yu just felt bored, but when he heard Song Yan's name, he automatically pricked up his ears.

So, I didn't notice the subtext of this person at all, and only grasped the key words.

Playful...?

So what will playful cubs go to play?

seesaw?Trampoline?Or... a slide?

Thinking of the cute and lovely Song Yan sliding down the slide, Geng Yu's cold and impatient eyes were involuntarily stained with a soft look.

Seeing Geng Tianwang who was softening a little bit, Wei Ziyang's heart slowly floated:?

Am I just suing?

Can't you hear it? ?

After Geng Yu thought about it, he smiled.

Turn around and lift your feet.

Forget it, let's take a vacation.

Although he lacked a chance to be alone with the little demon king for a day, he just wanted to have fun, Zai Zai!

Wei Ziyang clenched his fists tightly and looked at the back of the Heavenly King, his face turning blue and white.

If Song Yan really won Geng Tianwang's favor in a shameful way.

Well, let him...

He got hot-headed, gritted his teeth, and rushed forward: "Teacher Geng!"

"You came late, you may not know some things. Well... Song Yan is in our camp, so what, the reputation may not be very good..."

Geng Yu paused and turned around.

Wei Ziyang smiled embarrassedly: "That's not what I meant, that's right, he's not very good at dancing and singing. If he wants to stay in the camp, he may need other methods. Several male staff here are very close to him. Cough, I'm also doing it for his own good, I don't want him to go astray, I told him twice, but..."

Before he finished speaking, he felt a strong force coming from his shoulders, his center of gravity was unstable and he fell back, his vest hit the cold wall.

Wei Ziyang hunched his back, opened his eyes wide, and looked up.

Geng Yu lowered his eyes, looked straight at him with cold eyes, and looked disgusted, as if he was looking at a pile of garbage covered with flies.

Two seconds later, he spoke, his voice was also cold.

"Who do you think you are."

The two attendants heard the movement and ran out of the dance room in a hurry, seeing such a scene.

They swallowed, turned their heads slowly, and looked at each other.

In the next second, Geng Yu's arrogant voice sounded in the empty corridor, full of hostility: "What are you, dare to play this kind of trick in front of me? Do you think anyone can get into his eyes? Take care of yourself!" Mouth, or I'll fucking let you pack up and leave immediately!"

Turned around, took two steps and suddenly stopped.

Turning around, he looked down at Wei Ziyang condescendingly: "You said you are in the same company as me?"

Wei Ziyang had already been stunned by the scolding, but he didn't expect him to ask such a question, and he quickly showed joy: "Yes, yes, Brother Geng, we are in the same company!"

Geng Yu grinned, with a cool smile: "Then it will be easier."

The voice was more permeating than the smile, and the three people behind them shivered involuntarily at the same time.

Wei Ziyang didn't react until Geng Yu's back disappeared around the corner.

So, the subtext of this sentence...

He was stunned for a few seconds, a few drops of cold sweat unconsciously oozing from his forehead.

A heart then fell to the bottom.

Pingcheng Old Town, Hongcheng Orphanage.

Song Yan finished distributing toffee to the children with a smile, and threw the bag on his back: "It's gone."

The little carrot heads surrounded him like a booing, and Song Yan was squeezed so that his feet were almost off the ground.

Quickly spread his hands helplessly: "It's really gone!"

The children scattered with a smile.

Song Yan played with them for a while, then turned around and walked to the dean's office... and bedroom.

Pushing open the door, I happened to see the little old lady at the desk with her head down, quietly holding a toffee in her palm, peeling off the candy wrapper, and putting it in her mouth.

Song Yan walked over in three or two steps, snatched the toffee, and startled the little old lady of the dean: "Hey, hey, you child, return it to me quickly!"

"No!" Song Yan resolutely refused, and said angrily, "I bought it for the children, not for you. I don't know my body? Is sugar something you can eat?"

The little old lady stared: "Why don't you...can't eat it."

She knew she was wrong, but after speaking, her tone gradually weakened, "Oh, I know, I know, you are the only one who cares more! Well, I'll just take a bite, okay?"

Song Yan was unmoved, and even opened the second drawer with great experience, and pulled out the three toffees hidden inside.

"Ouch, my sugar!"

The dean, the little old lady, yelled out distressedly, pointed at him for a long time, and finally turned her back in anger and ignored him.

After a while, I felt for a pair of reading glasses, put them on tremblingly, turned on my phone, and started to brush silently.

Song Yan tiptoed and secretly glanced at her screen.

On the screen was a profile of a man with his chin raised slightly, his eyeliner thick and dark, his eyes cold and unruly.

The silver stud on the left ear shimmers slightly.

It can be said that the wild boy is wild...

Unexpectedly, he still knew that it was Geng Yu who was dragging him to drink mineral water every day.

Song Yan suddenly: "..."

The little old lady glared at him: "What kind of expression do you have? Spiritual toffee is not allowed! Let me introduce, my new wall, Geng Bao!"

After finishing speaking, Ci Xiang stared at the phone: "Oh my Geng Bao! So handsome! Oh yo, did you see that little eyes, so cool and wild!!"

Song Yan struggled for a while, and finally couldn't help complaining: "...Actually, his Amway mineral water looks wilder."

……

During the friendly (?) interaction between the grandparent and grandson, a black luxury car stopped on the road not far away.

Narrow roads, old houses, and mottled walls in the old city...all of them are incompatible with this expensive luxury car.

The two girls bumped into each other, exchanged glances, squinted at the direction of the luxury car, and discussed excitedly in small voices:

"Wow, what kind of car is this, it's so cool!"

"Baidu, hey~ ccc has learned a lot..."

"Let's take a look, let's take a look, damn it! It's cheating!"

"..."

While talking, the window of the rear seat of the vehicle slowly rolled down, revealing a face with deep contours.

The sycamore tree next to it is straight.

The tree shadow hit the man's cold white skin unexpectedly, cutting a clear boundary.

He turned his head and looked at the building outside the window.

His brows and eyes were cold, and there was a suffocating sense of oppression for no reason.