Late at night.

Qiao Ruoxin lay on the bed and opened Mo Chen's Weibo.

There was an inexplicable sadness in her eyes.

As mentioned in the comments, this dog man never posts on Weibo, but every year on her birthday, he posts a photo of fireworks.

In an instant, a thin layer of mist appeared in his eyes.

When she was with Mo Chen, a large fireworks would be set off every year to celebrate her birthday.

Unexpectedly, two years after the breakup, Mo Chen would still set off fireworks on her birthday.

It must be embarrassing and lonely to think of brilliant fireworks blooming in the night sky and the tall figure of a man standing there......

I don't know what Mo Chen was thinking at that time?

Qiao Ruoxin whispered to herself: "Paranoid dog man......"

……

The next day.

Dance classroom.

The show was recorded in the group match.

Qiao Ruoxin is in Class A, and Kong Ling and Song Yinger are also in Class A.

We are discussing who will be in the C position for this stage performance.

Song Ying'er: "That must still be Qiao Ruoxin, she was born with a C position." ”

The rest of the people were silent and looked at each other.

After all, who doesn't want to make their debut when they come to the show? Who doesn't want to be in the C position?

Kong Ling, who had always been cowardly, suddenly spoke: "This time...... Can I be in the C position? ”

Everyone was shocked.

Qiao Ruoxin smiled: "Yes, if everyone agrees that I have no opinion, this position was not bought by me." ”

Of course, the rest of the people agreed, at least the C position was not Qiao Ruoxin, and they still had hope.

After a whole day of training, until the evening, everyone left, only Qiao Ruoxin continued to practice.

Song Ying'er was so tired that she sat on the floor and looked up at her: "You are not in the C position anymore, why are you so serious?" ”

She stopped and gasped: "If it's not the C position, you don't need to practice?" Wait for me for another ten minutes. ”

Kong Ling, who was about to leave on the side, heard Qiao Ruoxin's words, was silent for a few seconds, and then left.

……

Kong Ling returned to the corridor of the dormitory, and someone came over and patted her on the shoulder: "Kong Ling, can you help me send this practice suit to Qiao Ruoxin's room?" ”

"Oh, yes." Kong Ling took the clothes and smiled.

Then, he walked towards Qiao Ruoxin's room.

Unsuspecting, the moment he pushed the door open, Kong Ling exclaimed: "Ah! ”

Dumbfounded, he looked at the pink bed sitting on a man inside, it was the son of the richest man in Asia, Mo Chen.

Mo Chen heard the woman's cry, looked up, and frowned unhappily: "Shut up!" ”

"I ...... Sorry ......"

The man glanced at Kong Ling coldly and said in a deep voice, "Qiao Ruo is not there. ”

Kong Ling put the clothes aside: "I'm here to deliver clothes to her." ”

Then, turn around and get ready to leave.

But inexplicably, at this moment, he was jealous, and Kong Ling didn't know why.

Kong Ling actually did a very shameless thing, turned around and told the man: "If Xin is in the practice room, it may take another hour or two to come back." ”

A layer of gloom hung over Mo Chen's handsome face, and then he got up to leave.

When he passed by Kong Ling, he said in a cold voice: "Thank you." ”

Looking at the back of Mo Chen leaving, Kong Ling's heart seemed to move.

Kong Ling covered his chest with his hand, and there was no way to describe what it was like.

I don't know how long I stood there, Qiao Ruoxin appeared in front of her, and waved her hand in front of her face: "What are you doing in my room?" ”

Kong Ling came back to his senses at this time: "Uh...... I'll send you clothes. ”

"Oh, thank you."

"It's okay, I'll go first."

Kong Ling didn't mention anything about meeting Mo Chen.