Zhang Xuebing rolled his eyes angrily, but he was not easy to see with a girl, so he had to endure it.

Wang Xiaomin next to him suddenly lowered his face, and pushed Zhao Jie's back angrily, "Let's go, you are a turtle, how can you talk!" ”

"I, I'm not going to be a light bulb for you!" Zhao Jie was not angry, glanced at Zhang Xuebing with a complicated expression, covered his mouth and walked away with a chuckle.

Wang Xiaomin raised his head and immediately lowered his head tightly, twisted the corner of his clothes with his little hand and whispered, "You're here!" ”

Zhang Xuebing put the flower in his hand on the frame on the table and chuckled.

"I promised you, you can't break your word and get fat!"

Wang Xiaomin raised his head angrily, said with red eyes, "I forced you to come here, you don't want to see me at all!" ”

How to say this, sometimes a girl's heart is really hard to understand.

Zhang Xuebing deliberately put on a look of extreme grievance, "I drove 300 kilometers in one go, and I didn't even drink saliva, what you said is too hurtful!" ”

Wang Xiaomin knew that he was pretending to be pitiful, and when he was in the hospital, this was his forte, but she was amused and laughed happily.

Tilting his head to look at the bouquet of stars, he said, "You sit down, there is mineral water on the table, you drink and listen to me sing "The Way You Look", it is about to start, I am so nervous......"

Zhang Xuebing picked up a bottle of mineral water casually, sat next to him and made a deferential appearance, but he was thinking in his heart, if he hadn't come to the provincial capital so soon, if he hadn't promised Wang Xiaomin to come to watch the game, he really didn't want to come after the conflict with Brother Chao just now, I don't know if there will be any intersection with this one this time.

With Wang Xiaomin's deep Cantonese tone, the singing voice is like a furnace of sandalwood slowly wafting out, which is intoxicating.

At this time, in the corridor of the backstage, Gao Xiaojun was scolding while walking.

"Stinky bitch, Lao Tzu gives you face, you don't have a face, you don't want to intern and close the door!"

He walked out of the backstage, went straight to the high-level office in the stage, found one of them, and pushed the door open without even knocking on the door.

An exclamation came from inside, "Who, why don't you even knock on the door?" ”

Gao Xiaojun looked inside, and saw a plump woman wearing a performance costume with heavy makeup and a blushing face, hurriedly sorting out her dress and coming out from behind the desk.

Behind the shiny black desk sat a middle-aged man over forty years old, fat and Mediterranean-like, frightened and angry, who was also hurriedly tidying up his navy blue suit.

When the woman saw that it was Gao Xiaojun, she was even more ashamed, but she secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly grabbed the door without even saying hello.

The middle-aged man also quickly regained his composure, but the anger on his face was a little stronger, he slammed the table, almost yelling, "Little rabbit, won't you knock on the door?" ”

Gao Xiaojun snorted contemptuously, "It seems that no one usually dares to push the door directly, no wonder you are so blatant, if you let the director see it, how will she feel?" ”

The middle-aged man's face was red, his temples were trembling suddenly, and the green tendons on his head were obviously a little thicker.

He tied the belt of his trousers and roared as he panted like a cow, "Little rabbit, if you have something to say, just get out of here, I don't want to see your shameful thing!" ”

Gao Xiaojun smiled coldly, and then a fierce light appeared in his eyes, "In the future, don't scold me for being a little rabbit cub, it's not good for you, besides, my shameful thing, it's not that you haven't educated well, and you can't give birth to any promising sons with your breed!" ”

The middle-aged man frowned and sighed, like a deflated ball, slumped in the chair, and said weakly.

"You're short of money again, aren't you, how much do you want?"

As he spoke, he reached for the drawer in the middle of the desk, took out a yellow envelope from it, pinched it, tore open the seal, and poured it onto the table, and a stack of dark green banknotes fell out of it.

The middle-aged man was also stunned, and muttered to himself, "Damn, it's a beautiful knife......"

As he spoke, he put the knife back in the envelope, took out another envelope from the drawer, and poured out a stack of Huaxia coins.

Without waiting for him to hand over the money, Gao Xiaojun said angrily.

"I'm not rare, I asked you to do something this time, you have to promise me!"

Knowing his son Mo Ruo's father, compared to asking for money, the middle-aged man was more afraid that his son would find him to do something, so he pinched his brows and said.

"Which woman do you kid fall in love with again, I can tell you, be careful not to fall into the hands of others, otherwise Lao Tzu won't be able to protect you!"

Gao Xiaojun rolled his eyes and said, "I came to you to ask you to write a failing appraisal report for an intern!" ”

Hearing this, the middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief, squinted at Gao Xiaojun and said.

"That's it, nothing else? Tell me the name of that intern! ”

Gao Xiaojun bared his teeth and showed a sinister smile, "Wang Xiaomin, an intern who just came here in the second half of this year!" ”

The middle-aged man took out a pen and paper, wrote down Wang Xiaomin's name, nodded and said.

"Just get out if it's okay, what else do you want to do?"

Gao Xiaojun leaned over and looked at the three words Wang Xiaomin clearly written on the paper, he nodded, grabbed the stack of 100 yuan bills in his hand while he was unprepared, and turned his head and left.

The middle-aged man raised his hand to hit, but he was half a beat slower, so angry that he slapped the table hard and scolded.

"Why did Lao Tzu give birth to such a ruined and unpromising son, he really should have strangled this bastard in the first place!"

He put the note with Wang Xiaomin written on it in the drawer, and suddenly seemed to remember something, took it out and looked at it again, and immediately found a notebook and rummaged through it.

After a while, his face became more and more ugly, and he reached out to pick up the phone on the table and dialed it.

When the phone was connected, he shouted directly to the other side, "You kid don't even think about it, the backstage of others is much harder than yours, can you dispel your mind as soon as possible?" ”

Backstage in the studio, Gao Xiaojun hung up the phone with a pale face and muttered to himself.

"Wang Xiaomin is not simple, I really didn't see it, the old bastard didn't dare to provoke ......"

It took a long time for his face to regain a little blood, this thing seemed to be a god, nagging for a long time, and finally showed a weird smile.

"I can't mess with you, can't I ruin you, hehehehe!"

In the studio hall, it was already overcrowded, and Zhang Xuebing took the seat number given by Wang Xiaomin and found his place in the front row.

He didn't expect that this kind of best place is usually arranged for leaders to sit, and it is not easy for Wang Xiaomin to get it.

Next to Zhang Xuebing was a middle-aged man with a clear face, wearing a dark blue tunic that looked very stable but gentle.

Seeing Zhang Xuebing sit down, the middle-aged man also took the initiative to bow his head and signal.

Zhang Xuebing also bowed his head in return, and as soon as he sat down, the waiter immediately sent him a variety of drinks and snacks to choose from, which was really meticulous in service.

He looked back at the seats in the back row and found that those people were not treated so well, and it seemed that Wang Xiaomin really arranged him in the VIP seat.

Zhang Xuebing randomly chose two drinks and a few snacks and put them on the coffee table, at this time, two hosts dressed in costumes, a man and a woman, had already come to the stage and were speaking the opening speech.

For this kind of competition, Zhang Xuebing has no interest at all, and only hopes that Wang Xiaomin will finish singing as soon as possible so that he can cope with the past one.

After a while, the first singer began to perform on stage, listening to these old songs that he had heard hundreds of times in his previous life, Zhang Xuebing almost fell asleep, and only felt that his upper and lower eyelids were fighting.

At this moment, the thin man next to him suddenly turned his head and said in a low voice, "Little brother, do you smoke?" ”