[Disfigured and does not affect singing, go to work!] 】

……

A handsome face, soon reddened everywhere, a little unable to look directly.

The phoenix was secretly angry and sent a message to a certain culprit:

"He's allergic to cats!"

Youying blinked wide-eyed, with an innocent face: "......"

Blame it?

It really doesn't know.

Seeing that the master was coughing, Youying flicked her tail and retreated silently to the side unwillingly.

It's so sad.

How can this be!

Slowed down for a moment.

Song Jingche felt a little better and apologized to the retreating cat:

"Excuse me, huh......

Even though I'm allergic to cats, I still think you're cute......"

When he was gently rubbed by that warm softness, one of his hearts was about to melt completely.

Not to mention its appearance, so exquisite, even more beautiful than the sky-high Ragdoll cats he has ever seen.

But it could only end there, and Sister Ya's call came later.

The door opens intelligently.

A woman with short red hair and a workplace suit, with high heels on her feet, walked in with a da.

She is Song Jingche's agent, Cui Zhiya.

His backpack was in the living room, and he was ready to go.

He came out of the bedroom, and his voice was hoarse, and he said apologetically:

"Sister Ya, I'm allergic to cats again......"

Cui Zhiya swept his reddened and rashed face, expressionless, and didn't even move his brows.

Her voice was crisp, fast, and oppressive:

"Fortunately, you don't need to leave the country to record a song.

Even disfigurement does not affect singing. Work continues. ”

There was still an itch in his throat, and Song Jingche couldn't help coughing.

Coughing and saying:

"I'm a little cough and I'm scared...... impact, recording quality ......"

In the few minutes that the ghost appeared,

His originally clear voice has become a lot hoarse because of his allergy to cats.

Cui Zhiya frowned lightly and looked at him:

"The reason why you don't want to work is too obvious."

She pondered for a moment and concluded:

"Allergic to cats, it was quickly better to deal with it.

Your current voice may be able to sing differently. Let's go. ”

Song Jingche nodded silently and didn't say anything more.

The originally clear eyes dimmed a little imperceptibly.

In the depths of his eyes, there is a faint hint of irritability and boredom......

It's almost four o'clock in the morning, and it's pitch dark outside.

Most people in the city are still asleep, but his day's work has already begun.

- Actually, it started a long time ago.

He did well yesterday and only had a chance to come back and rest for two hours.

Choi Ji-ah picked up his backpack and walked with him to the entrance.

Song Jingche changes shoes.

She urged, "Hurry up. "Ahead of the curve.

Song Jingche quietly followed her into the car, leaning on the chair and closing her eyes.

In her ears, Cui Zhiya kept talking on the phone.

She always had an endless stream of calls.

So he also has endless songs, endless film appointments, and endless announcements......

But the result?

He felt like he was getting nothing.

It's just a tool that makes money.

Scold.

It seems that the whole body is weak,

Song Jingche closed his eyes deeply, curled into a ball, nestled in his seat, and occasionally coughed twice.

Cui Zhiya stared at him coldly.

After enduring it for a while, she talked about some of the next songs in a businesslike tone.

……

In the apartment.

Quietly.

After Song Jingche left, there was no sound at home.

The phoenix was like in a dream, a little unpleasant.

I wish he could stay in the bathroom all the time......

She felt that he was actually unhappy, even if he was in front of the public, a sunny image.

This can't be done, she has to find a way to return to Li Enxin's body so that she can do certain things.