Ning Lin sat in the back seat of the nanny car, crossed his legs, swiping his mobile phone expressionlessly, his assistant drove in front, and told him about the next work arrangements while driving, Ning Lin answered from time to time.

Xiao Gao glanced at him through the rearview mirror in the car, hesitated and said, "There is one more thing." ”

Ning Xiao raised his eyebrows without raising his head: "What? ”

"It's Brother Ning, your father, he couldn't get through to your phone, so he called me, he asked me to tell you, and I will call him back when I have time."

"Heh-" Ning Lin sneered, turned off his mobile phone and leaned back in the chair to look at Xiao Gao through the rearview mirror, "Say, how many calls did he call you?" ”

He couldn't understand what virtues Master Ning had, if he didn't answer the phone, he would frantically beat the people around him until someone answered.

Xiao Gao was silent for a moment, and while waiting for the traffic light, he said, "Ten...... Twelve. ”

Ning Lin showed an expression of "sure enough", and his eyes were cold.

If Wan Biqing saw the current silence, it is estimated that she would not be able to say such words as "he is very gentle".

There was a deathly silence in the car for a while, and Xiao Gao's nervous heart suddenly jumped.

He has been following Ning Lonely for the longest time, knowing that his gentleness outside is pretended, and behind the scenes his temper is very bad, of course, this bad will only be triggered at a certain time.

After waiting for a while, Ning Lin picked up the phone to unlock it, released Ning Bufan from the blacklist, and called him.

"You finally remembered your old man?"

Ning Bufan's drunken voice came through the earpiece, and Ning Lonely frowned disgustingly, "If you have something to say, say it quickly." ”

"What's your attitude? Ning Lone, I'm your old man! You're nothing without me! ”

The person on the other end of the mobile phone suddenly caught fire, and even Xiaogao heard the voice, shrunk his neck, and wanted to shrink directly to the bottom of the car.

Ning Lian's index finger tapped lightly on his knee, and his other hand stretched out on the back seat, waiting for him to finish before he said indifferently: "Then you don't have it as soon as possible, so I will be nothing." ”

"You-" Ning Bufan gasped for breath in anger, and he couldn't say anything to refute.

"Just hang up if it's okay, don't waste my time."

Ning Lin was about to hang up, but Ning Bufan suddenly said, "Wait, your brother is getting engaged, and next month, you must be there." ”

"What does it have to do with me that he's engaged?"

"You also know his engagement partner, it is the young lady of the Lou family, Lou Qingxue, it stands to reason that you should be a couple, but you have no intention of getting married, the Lou family is also more optimistic about your brother, the two are the same age, so they came together, I ......"

Ning Xiao tugged at the corners of his mouth, hung up directly, and blocked it with his backhand.

Who does he care?

But...... Lou Jia......

Hearing this surname Ning Lonely, he thought of a person, his eyes flickered for a moment, opened Weibo and boarded his unknown trumpet to search.

After Lou Duanhuan participated in the show, Weibo changed his name, and with the certification, he was called Lou Duhuan.

There are very few surnames and first names, and there is no one that can be found together.

Ning Lin came to the spirit and opened her attention list, there were all kinds of everything, and she couldn't see anything, and there were not many people who followed her, and there were only about 10,000 Weibo fans, compared with others in the same period, she was very confused.

Weibo is also pitiful, except for some publicity forwards, the most recent one is the photo she took by a scout to see the sunset.

The girl turned sideways, half of her face bathed in golden light, clean and melancholy, beautiful and cold and pitiful.

Ning Xiao was stunned for a moment, and when he reacted, a line of small words flashed on the screen: The picture has been saved.

Ning Lone: "......"

He pinched his eyebrows, lowered his head and muttered, "Evil ......"

He maintained this posture motionless, Xiao Gao in front thought that he was too sad, and comforted him dryly, "Brother Ning, there is no grass at the end of the world, and it is better if this root does not work." ”

Ning Lone: "......"

It's really condescending for you to be an assistant, go talk about cross talk.

He raised his head and stared at the rearview mirror faintly, the little tall hairs stood up, and Ning Xiao suddenly laughed again.

Xiao Gao: "......"

Mom, I want to quit.

Ning Lonely broke the jar and clicked on it with a trumpet, and then quit Weibo.

"Don't worry about him, the next time he hits you again, you will block him, you will find me if he looks for you, I have nothing to do with him, don't give him face." After Ning Xiao finished speaking coldly, he said: "All the useless entertainment is pushed away, just say that I am very busy recording the show." ”

Xiao Gao nodded, but he was thinking in his heart, isn't it just a guest tutor, it's very busy?

……

The conversation with Wan Biqing was just a small episode, and after coming back, he rested for half an hour, and Lou Duanhuan picked up the prop sword and practiced in the mirror again.

This flower drunk frost sword dance, the movements are not only difficult, but also broken, there are many changes, if you want to remember, you have to keep practicing, form muscle memory, and you have to write down the tune, know which place corresponds to which action.

Even if Lou Duanhuan has previous memories and has studied martial arts for many years, it is still difficult to reach the level of his previous life in a short time.

One minute on stage, ten years of work off the stage, Lou Duhuan was deeply aware of the weight behind this sentence, and he didn't dare to slack off for a moment.

Wan Biqing felt that she had plenty of time at first, and she would definitely be able to practice in seven days, and she didn't have to work so hard, but after seeing Lou Duhuan, she was also driven to work hard.

The pride of relying on her dancing skills before disappeared, and there was only one thought left in her heart: Lou Duhuan didn't want to drag her back, and she couldn't drag Lou Duanhuan's hind legs.

The two of them seem to be competing, every day after eating, they look at the tablet, see how people dance, continue to practice after resting, and continue after resting for ten minutes when they are tired.

I practiced until late at night, and there was no one in the other practice rooms.

Wan Biqing really couldn't hold it anymore, her arms couldn't be lifted, and her legs seemed to be filled with lead, she threw away her sword and said weakly: "Okay, okay, don't roll up sister, let's go back to sleep?" ”

Lou Wanhuan jumped up and fell, and then landed steadily, "You go back first, I'll practice for a while." ”

Wan Biqing gave her a thumbs up in admiration and took the first step.

After the dance, Lou Duhuan put down her sword and moved her hands and feet, she didn't stand firm when she retreated, stumbled a little, and sat down slowly against the wall.

[It looks so hard, do you want to fight so hard? ] 】

[Can you not fight? This girl group needs seven people, but the capable and talented ones will be thrown away if they slack off. What's more, the original owner's previous results were so bad, if you want to fight back, you have to rely on the second public stage]

[I feel sorry for Lou Lou, in fact, she can find the male protagonist for help, right? ] The male protagonist is voice-controlled, and it shouldn't be difficult to attack him? 】

Who are you insulting? Lou Lou is arrogant, why should he rely on a man to do what he can do? Even if it's a male protagonist, she's not rare, right? 】

More people just watch the barrage and don't post it, and their distress will be transformed into a way to reward.

Hearing that there were points constantly being credited to the account, Lou Duan raised his head and smiled with relief.

Wan Biqing's words about how Ning Lin was killed sounded in her ears again, she closed her eyes, wiped the sweat from her forehead, stood up, and did it again.