Chapter 12:

Looking at Cheng Zhan's speechless expression, Xiang Yueming couldn't help but laugh.
"What's the matter with you, Mr. Cheng, are you so mad that I am so confused?"
Cheng Zhanli would not ignore her until she changed her job. It turned out that he was eating soy sauce just now.
The corners of Xiang Yueming's lips bend, and the peach blossom eyes are full of smiles, full of cunning.
Cheng Zhan stared at her twice and reminded coldly: "I will not go to the company tomorrow."
"..." Xiang Yueming was taken aback, and it took several turns before he understood what he meant.
She choked, somewhat speechless: "Oh."
She put her leg on him again and said, "But I'm really tired."
This is true, Xiang Yueming did not exaggerate. Practicing dance is really tiring. In the past few days, both mental and physical strength have been exerted to the extreme, and they have been completely exhausted.
Cheng Zhan stared at her exposed thin white ankles for a while, raised his hand from there, and pinched it for her.
Xiang Yueming was comfortably enjoying his service, pulling the corners of her lips upwards.
The warm-toned lights in the living room shone, covering this place, making the whole room linger with a touch of warmth.
The two enjoyed this rare quiet time.
Cheng Zhan's massage technique is not good.
But the magic is that Xiang Yueming actually fell asleep under his service.
When she woke up, Xiang Yueming lay in bed.
She looked down, and even the clothes were changed. Did she fall asleep?
Xiang Yueming looked around, no one in the room, only the non-glaring bedside lamp was on.
She raised her hand and rubbed her eyes, lifted the quilt and got out of bed.
Cheng Zhan changed her clothes, but didn't give her a bath. I don't know how he can stand his own bed.
Cheng Zhan took Xiang Yueming back to his room and went to the study to have a video conference.
There are so many things in the company recently, and he is also lacking in skills.
When I returned to the room, I happened to see the beauty out of the bath.
Xiang Yueming changed into a dark blue suspender nightdress. The two thin straps seemed to be broken with a single pull. They hung tremblingly on her thin shoulders, exposing the delicate collarbone, winding down, making people reverie.
Cheng Zhan's gaze stagnated on her chest, and as she moved around, there was still a little beautiful scenery revealed.
He noticed Cheng Zhan's gaze, and Xiang Yueming looked at him with a wave of eyes, with a small smile: "Cheng, what are you looking at?"
Cheng Zhan looked up and fell on her small and delicate slap face.
The two looked at each other, Xiang Yueming bends his lower lip silently, and approached him: "You just went to the study?"
"Ok."
Cheng Zhan lowered her eyes, watching her poking her fingers on her chest, and grasped: "Aren't you tired?"
Xiang Yueming: "..."
She choked and said speechlessly: "Tired, go take a bath, I'm going to sleep."
Cheng Zhan responded and went into the bathroom.
This night, Cheng Zhan probably really considered Xiang Yueming's tired body, and let her mercilessly.
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Early the next morning.
When Cheng Zhan woke up, Xiang Yueming entangled him like an octopus.
She has always been restless in her sleep. When the two of them first slept together, she was still a little restrained, suppressing her own personality.
Later, I didn't know if it could not be suppressed or what was going on, and gradually began to fly.
Every morning, Cheng Zhan was awakened by her.
He lowered his eyes to look at the person in his arms, Xiang Yueming slept deeply, unaware of the changes around him.
She is exquisite and beautiful, cold and indifferent when she is not speaking, like a proud plum that can only be seen from a distance.
Suddenly, Cheng Zhan thought of the night when he first saw her.
In the lively box, she sat quietly in a small corner, with cold eyebrows, and her eyes were full of flattering and passionate views of the other people in the box.
She is like a bystander and has never been involved.
But Cheng Zhan knew that she was not so calm on the surface.
In her peach blossom eyes, there was a panic about the unknown inadvertently.
...
An alarm clock rang and Cheng Zhan turned it off immediately.
He raised his hand, pushed the beauty away from him, got up and left.
Xiang Yueming didn't notice anything, changed her position and still fell asleep.
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"General Cheng."
Ding Quan looked back at the man in the back seat and handed him the information in his hand: "This is the subject of today's meeting, about—"
Cheng Zhan listened indifferently, flipping through the information in his hand.
When Ding Quan finished speaking, he raised his hand to loosen his tie, and said with a clear voice: "I know."
Ding Quan understood, he was silent for a moment, and then mentioned Xiang Yueming: "Cheng, the dance life was announced by the official last night. To Miss..."
Cheng Zhan raised his eyes to look at him, and there were some other emotions in his eyes: "What happened to her?"
Ding Quan explained: "Netizens have quite some opinions on Miss Xiang's participation in this variety show."
Cheng Zhan was startled: "What do you think?"
Ding Quan stared at him and said with a hardened hair: "Many people don't know that Miss Xiang can dance, they are saying that she was forcibly stuffed by the gold master."
"..."
Cheng Zhan chuckled softly.
Ding Quan looked at him: "Should we do something here?"
Cheng Zhan looked down, pondered for a few seconds and said: "She will prove with her strength that my intervention will be counterproductive."
More importantly, Xiang Yueming would not be willing.
She seemed to rely on Cheng Zhan for everything, but Cheng Zhan knew that she actually pushed away the many resources he gave her.
From time to time, I can find some awkward reasons to tell him why not.
Cheng Zhan generally doesn't have much opinion. She wants it, and she won't force it.
After a long time, he probably also knew what Xiang Yueming thought.
Ding Quan: "I understand."
Cheng Zhan said "um" and asked faintly: "When is the recording?"
"this Saturday."
Cheng Zhan paused with his hand looking through the information and raised his eyes to look at him.
Ding Quan had a headache: "You have a meal that day."
He whispered: "It is this project cooperation, you must attend."
Cheng Zhan narrowed his gaze and said lightly: "I see."
-
When Xiang Yueming woke up, the room was empty.
She raised her eyebrows and took her mobile phone to send a message to Cheng Zhan.
Xiang Yueming: [Mr. Cheng, you lied to me, you said yes, you won't go to the company today. 】
Cheng Zhan’s news was returned to her only an hour later: [Something happened temporarily. 】
Xiang Yueming looked at Cheng Zhan's news and did not reply.
She got up to wash, cleaned up and went to class.
After getting in the car, Xiang Yueming had time to read Weibo.
"What's the situation with Weibo now?"
Xiaoxi said "Ah", and said quickly: "Everyone expresses...doubt about your participation in this variety show."
Xiang Yueming raised an eyebrow and glanced at her: "It's not a doubt."
She propped her head against the car window, and said while posting on Weibo: "Do you think I am not qualified to participate?"
"..."
Xiaoxi was quiet for a few seconds, and said quickly: "Sister! You are the most qualified to participate."
Xiang Yueming laughed: "It's okay."
She tucked her hair up: "That's good, it will be a blockbuster then."
"Hmm, you can!"
In fact, last night, some netizens broke the news that she had won an award in an international dance competition.
But the man said nothing, without any evidence. With the addition of Weibo comments, it can be pushed into the bottom of the sea in a few seconds, and not many people noticed it.
Therefore, not many netizens know about Xiang Yueming's dancing.
Xiang Yueming read the comment on Weibo that she forwarded. The front row said that she was looking forward to a beautiful sister, and further down, it was the doubts of netizens and fans.
Everyone didn't understand why she wanted to participate in this show. Some people even asked her if she planned to be eliminated in one episode to earn a chance to show her face.
Xiang Yueming was speechless, and reflected on herself: "Don't I look like I learn to dance?"
"Like."
Xiaoxi didn't want to say: "You seem to have a good temperament to dance."
Xiang Yueming nodded: "That's not it, why doesn't everyone believe it."
Xiaoxi blinked: "...maybe too many professionals broke out there?"
Xiang Yueming thought for a while, but that was true.
She lifted her cheek and asked, "How about I go to Baidu to add an identity to me now?"
"Huh?" Xiaoxi didn't understand: "What's your identity?"
Xiang Yueming curled her lips and smiled: "Champion of the 20th International Dance Competition."
Xiaoxi: "..."
She looked at Xiang Yueming: "Sister, this is a bit exaggerated. Isn't it the first time that netizens can reveal you?"
"..."
Xiang Yueming was silent for a few seconds before looking at Xiaoxi.
Looking at her, Xiaoxi said blankly: "What's the matter?"
Xiang Yueming shook his head and opened Baidu search.
Sure enough, the winner of the 20th International Dance Competition only wrote three words for Asians, not to mention the photo, or even the name.
She was stunned for a few seconds, and closed her lower lip.
"Xiaoxi, you heard Sister Xia say that I can dance, right?"
"Well, when I first took care of you, Sister Xia told me that you were hurt in dancing before, so I need to pay attention."
She said, curiously: "What's wrong?"
"It's okay."
Xiang Yueming tilted his head and looked out the window, and said in a calm tone: "Just ask casually."
Sister Xia's side should have been told by Cheng Zhan's side. She knows how to dance, and only told Cheng Zhan before.
Xiaoxi's face was dumbfounded, and she didn't understand why she suddenly became emotionally unwell.
She looked back cautiously, and comforted: "Sister, don't care too much. Even if we haven't won the award before, you are very good now!"
Xiang Yueming laughed and nodded, "I know."
-
In the next few days, Xiang Yueming went to class rehearsal as usual.
On the recording day, she appeared in the rehearsal of the recording site.
But Xiang Yueming did not expect that Yu Shanshan's car would also arrive.
The two got off at almost the same time.
Surrounded by the cameraman's video camera, Xiang Yueming subconsciously looked up at the eyeglass lens and smiled slightly.
Yu Shanshan looked at her and spoke up: "Long time no see."
Xiang Yueming smiled faintly, nodded and said: "Sister Shanshan hasn't seen her for a long time."
Yu Shanshan looked at her and entered the hall with her.
"How are you preparing?"
Xiang Yueming thought for a while: "It's okay."
Yu Shanshan glanced at her and said with a smile: "It would be nice to have fun without filming."
"..."
Xiang Yueming calmly said: "Yes."
She tilted her head to look at Yu Shanshan: "Sister Shanshan is also given these words. Don't be so nervous, just play it."
She whispered: "I am an actor, and I am not ashamed of being eliminated in the first round."
Yu Shanshan choked, her face stiff.
She didn't want Xiang Yueming to be so calm. She laughed dryly, nodded and said, "That's it, just play around."
Xiang Yueming gave her a smile.
The rehearsal is kept confidential, so that no one can see it, even the artists participating together.
The show team really took a lot of effort for mystery.
Xiang Yueming's rehearsal was at the back, and she went into the arranged lounge to rest.
Xiaoxi followed in and looked at her eyes: "It was recorded at night, are you nervous?"
"I'm not nervous anymore when I get here."
Xiaoxi nodded and asked in a low voice, "Will Cheng always come to see it?"
Xiang Yueming looked at her funny: "No."
Xiaoxi said "Ah", a little regretful: "The first time you dance publicly, Mr. Cheng will not come."
Xiang Yueming smiled: "This relationship between the two of us, he is not good to come."
Xiao Xi choked.
Xiang Yueming didn't care, she played with her mobile phone calmly, and Yu Yuan sent her a message.
Yu Yuan: [I'll be there soon! ! Looking forward to your performance tonight. 】
Xiang Yueming: [Okay. 】
Yu Yuan: [What dance are you doing? 】
Xiang Yueming: [Temporarily confidential. 】
Yu Yuan: [? ? Can't even tell me? 】
Xiang Yueming: [If you say that, there is no sense of mystery! ! ! 】
The message had just been sent, and before Yu Yuan could reply, Xiang Yueming's cell phone rang.
She glanced, slightly surprised.
"Hey."
Xiang Yueming was surprised: "Aren't you busy?"
Cheng Zhan said "um": "Are you here?"
"Correct."
Xiang Yueming chuckled lightly and glanced at the time: "Rehearsal later."
"how much longer?"
"what?"
Xiang Yueming wondered: "Rehearsal?"
"Ok."
Xiang Yueming looked at Xiaoxi, Xiaoxi pointed and said, "Twenty minutes."
"It's coming to me in a while."
Cheng Zhan answered, "I have dinner tonight."
"You said it last night."
Before going to bed last night, Cheng Zhan rarely reported her whereabouts, saying that he had a meal that he could not push back today.
She felt inexplicable, and didn't react until she was about to fall asleep. He was saying that he couldn't come to watch her dance.
Xiang Yueming raised his head and glanced at the ceiling. It was strange that Cheng Zhan didn't call, she didn't think there was anything. But this would listen to his voice, and she suddenly felt a little lost.
Probably because, apart from trying to refresh the audience's impression of her, she also wanted to give this dance to Cheng Zhan.
He knew she could dance, but he had never seen her complete dance.
Cheng Zhan felt the silence over there, and said lightly: "The dinner is at seven o'clock, which conflicts with your official recording time."
Xiang Yueming was speechless: "I know."
She got a little temper inexplicably: "I didn't want you to come again—"
The following words were interrupted before they came out.
Cheng Zhan said lightly, "So I can only watch you rehearsal."
Xiang Yueming was stunned: "What did you say?"
Cheng Zhan laughed and explained patiently: "Didn't you understand? I'm almost on the scene. Take the rehearsal seriously. You have an audience in the audience."