After My Top Ex Gave Me A Room Card Chapter 44

Chapter 44

Wait a minute, why didn’t Ji Shijie respond to him?

Ji Shijie’s silence made Bai Song, who was already a little nervous, even more nervous. Xiao Ji wouldn’t let their trust go to waste, right?

As a result, right in front of their eyes, Ji Shijie performed a soul return visible to the naked eye.

It turned out that the machine was just down and not over.

Ji Shijie nodded quickly: “Don’t worry, Teacher Bai, I’m not that incompetent.”

“I promise, if I tell anyone, I will be struck by lightning and will never be found…”

“Hey, hey, there’s no need to swear!!”

After this period of interaction, Fang Xingcheng and Bai Song also got to know Ji Shijie. The young man was a bit dazed, and he was really not a troublemaker.

Just know it, the two of them talked to each other a lot, and the farce ended like this.

Bai Song patted Ji Shijie on the shoulder: “Don’t be nervous, just get to work!”

Even now that the Emperor and I are here, it is not as important as the recording of their songs.

Fang Xingcheng and Bai Song entered the studio again to start the second round of recording.

I don’t know if it was psychological effects, but Ji Shijie looked strange at the interaction between the two of them.

Why do we hold hands while we are singing, and why do we still stare at each other when we are not singing?

Still giggling.

Could it be that he didn’t observe carefully enough?

So is this what falling in love is like?

Ji Shijie was confused and seemed to have an idea somewhere.

The three of them worked hard until the afternoon. Finally, all parties were satisfied with the recording. They sorted out the documents and called it a day.

“It’s time to get off work.” Even though he was the ‘boss’ at the moment, Bai Song also cheered and got off work.

Who wants to work?

Bai Song handed Ji Shijie a bottle of water: “Thank you for your hard work, Xiao Ji, can we treat you to dinner?”

Today, Ji Shijie was busy busy with the two of them, and he was obviously the one who worked the most and accomplished the most.

Unexpectedly, Ji Shijie shook his head and refused: “I still have to do the post-processing, so we won’t eat together today. Teacher Fang and Teacher Bai, you go and eat.”

Fang Xingcheng said carelessly: “It’s okay, we don’t need much time. Anyway, we have to wait for the company to be finalized before discussing the announcement. You still have a long time to do it well.”

“Forget it, I’m having inspiration at the moment, so I can make it easy, and I’ll just write a song again.” Ji Shijie is also stubborn in music. After all, inspiration is fleeting. When he comes back from a meal, he no longer knows the effect of what he just wanted to do.

Besides, he had other little thoughts: “As for me, I won’t disturb your date.”

At this point, Fang Xingcheng will not give in to public or private matters, emotions or reasons.

After the “publicity”, the two of them were frank and frank. Fang Xingcheng directly pulled his whole body onto Bai Song: “Okay, then you can work first. When you finish the album, I will treat you to some wedding candy.”

“Ah?” Bai Song smiled heartily, happy to be hit by the “Xi” coming from all over the place. Why did he end up eating melon on himself?

Bai Song immediately denied it: “I didn’t say I wanted to have a happy event with you!”

Fang Xingcheng curled his lips, and Xiaolu’s eyes widened innocently: “Otherwise, who else do you want to deal with?”

I feel so wronged, like a good family son who has been abandoned.

The two of them were bickering like this, but in the end Ji Shijie couldn’t stand it any longer, and he politely asked the two bosses out – euphemistically saying that he needed a quiet environment to compose songs.

In fact, I just can’t stand them.

He didn’t say “get out” because Ji Shijie was too educated.

“Actually, it’s good to make it public, right?” Fang Xingcheng said, holding Bai Song’s hand.

They are not idols, and they do not carry other people’s dreams. Falling in love is normal, but they are too young and inexperienced, giving people an unreliable feeling.

Fang Xingcheng doesn’t have any specific preparations about whether to tell the public about his love affair. It’s okay to tell or not to tell the public. Everyone has their own considerations.

However, the fans who have been with them until now probably don’t have those so-called “girlfriend fans” anymore. They are so good that they rely entirely on themselves to run their business and cannot win over their peers. Those who should climb the wall have run away.

In Fang Xingcheng’s mind, the advantage of going public is that he can show affection casually.

Everyone will know that Bai Song belongs to him, and no one else dares to covet it.

This is more important.

Fang Xingcheng had tasted the sweetness, but he always listened to Bai Song, and what Bai Song said was what he said.

“Forget it.” Bai Song shook his head, feeling vaguely uneasy. He didn’t want to be at the forefront of the storm.

It’s just that he thinks that saying this will make Fang Xingcheng unhappy. Fang Xingcheng has a child’s temper, and his emotions come and go quickly, but he will get into trouble if he doesn’t deal with it.

Bai Song knew how to tame Fang Xingcheng, so he pretended to be relaxed and chose a reasonable excuse: “We are singers, professional singers. I don’t want our group to be formed. When we release our first album, it will be a hot search because of the popularity of love.”

When Fang Xingcheng thought about it, it made sense.If they really make it public at this juncture, it will inevitably be thought that everything is done to build publicity for the album, and it is unclear whether people are paying attention to their songs or their people.

As expected, Fang Xingcheng was easily manipulated by Bai Song.

“You’re right, we are a combination of strength, not a combination of public opinion.” Fang Xingcheng immediately put this idea behind him: “Let’s talk about the future matters later!”

“Well, no matter now or in the future, I will not let our relationship become a tool for public opinion hype.” Bai Song smiled, “Let’s go on a date.”

Bai Song naturally held Fang Xingcheng’s hand.

“Aren’t you afraid of being photographed by the paparazzi?” Fang Xingcheng smiled narrowly.

Bai Song said confidently: “What’s wrong with me holding my brother’s hand? Isn’t it okay?”

Best excuse, bro.

When I didn’t want to be photographed, I was caught by the paparazzi. When I wanted to be photographed to show off my “brotherly love”, I was not seen by the paparazzi.

No one even met them by chance.

However, Fang Xingcheng and Bai Song didn’t care about this. They had a rare day of leisure. They didn’t want to think about other things for the time being and were ready to have a good rest.

As Ji Shijie said, make a date.

“We didn’t count it as a formal date last time, right?” Bai Song questioned, “What should we do on a normal date?”

“How do I know? I have no experience.” Fang Xingcheng said.

The two of them have never been in love before, and dating is like crossing the river by feeling the stones. No one has a standard.

Bai Song said casually: “You are tall, handsome and rich, but you have never been in love? I wonder what your classmates think.”

“Thank you for the compliment.” Fang Xingcheng couldn’t help complaining, “Everyone wants to be their boyfriend’s first love, so how come you are the only one willing to let your boyfriend talk to you more often? And you are talking about me, you haven’t talked to me either, isn’t our teacher Bai pretty handsome too.”

The height is not high enough, but southerners are generally like this, not too high.

Bai Song was quite tall in his hometown, and he sat in the back row in class.

“Fang Xingcheng, please wake up. I was just nineteen when I met you, not long after I became an adult. Before that, I fell in love, which was called puppy love. What’s wrong with it? And isn’t it because we don’t have any experience in dating, so we don’t know what to do?” Bai Song said confidently, “If you had been in a relationship before, you would know what to do on a date, and the two of us wouldn’t be wandering around like headless flies. This is like planting trees for the predecessors to enjoy the shade, do you understand?”

Fang Xingcheng was surprised: “You even use a common saying. Although I haven’t talked about it before, I still have experience. I watch TV. My mother especially likes to watch TV series.”

After thinking about the movie lists that Fang Xingcheng and his mother might see on a daily basis, Bai Song was a little skeptical: “Is this TV series of yours…reliable?”

“Orthodox TV series, are they good for stars?” Fang Xingcheng’s understanding of reliability and unreliability is obviously different from Bai Song’s, but when it comes to this, Fang Xingcheng said: “But if there is a chance, I really want to try acting on TV. Do you want to do it?”

Bai Song was not interested: “I’m just a singer, I just need to sing. I don’t have the ability to act. But now that we’re talking about it, if you like it, why don’t we go watch a movie?”

“It’s not impossible.” Fang Xingcheng said.

Watching movies is also a common way for couples to pass the time.

Just watch it. Fang Xingcheng chose the movie and bought the tickets in the last row. There were not many people watching the movie, and there were only two of them in the last row.

It’s just that some people miscalculated the distance, rushed slowly, and failed to get to the cinema before the show started. When they entered in the dark, the movie had already started five minutes ago.

However, it can be considered as avoiding the ticket check time. Once the lights are dark, no one can tell who is entering.

Bai Song lowered his voice and whispered to Fang Xingcheng: “Look at the itinerary you planned!”

Have they planned it?Fang Xingcheng blinked innocently and whispered: “Don’t we do whatever we think of? Do we have a plan?”

Obviously not.

Many things don’t need to be planned in advance, this is life.

“Shh, enjoy the movie.”

Soon, Fang Xingcheng was attracted by the plot of the movie.

What he chose was not a very popular work, but a literary film that had been released for a while. The director and cast were good, but due to the subject matter, not many people saw it.

There are not many movies lined up, and Fang Xingcheng is just in time. If it’s earlier, if it’s later, he might not be able to buy this movie.

Literary films are two extremes for movie audiences: those who like them love them very much, and those who are not interested are reluctant to even watch them.

Fang Xingcheng was obviously the former and was quickly attracted to the movie.

Seeing his focused look, Bai Song stopped talking and turned to watch the movie.

The film is from the Republic of China period, and the general tone is dark and yellow-green, which is probably due to the times. Even though it has a festive atmosphere, it only takes a short while to become filled with a tragic atmosphere.

As the saying goes, outsiders watch the excitement, while insiders watch the door.

Bai Song looked at it and went to analyze how to arrange the music in the film.

Fang Xingcheng, on the other hand, was attracted by the actors and the pictures. He had appeared in low-budget short films before, but those films looked very different from the movies.

There is an actor in the film who plays the role of the heroine’s ex. He looks very similar to Fang Xingcheng.

Bai Song stared at it for a while, then turned to look at Fang Xingcheng. Fang Xingcheng didn’t seem to catch his gaze and kept staring at the screen with piercing eyes.

Fang Xingcheng… seems to really like acting.

Bai Song remembered that when he came to Bai Song for short film shooting jobs, he always didn’t like to watch them. Those characters as big as ants gave him a headache.

But Fang Xingcheng was different. Even if there was only a short character introduction, he would study it carefully and shoot it decently. Later, Bai Song pushed all the filming he could to Fang Xingcheng, and Fang Xingcheng was quite happy with the performance.

What would this role be like if Fang Xingcheng played it?

A thought suddenly flashed through Bai Song’s mind: Maybe music was not Fang Xingcheng’s first choice. Fang Xingcheng never seemed to mention what he wanted to do, but he was willing to accompany him to do whatever he wanted to do.

Hiding her worries in her heart, after watching the movie, Bai Song was depressed and depressed on the way back.

Fang Xingcheng excitedly discussed the structure and plot of the movie with Bai Song.

Bai Song responded absentmindedly.

Fang Xingcheng noticed something strange about Bai Song. After observing his words for a while, he simply asked: “What’s wrong? Is the movie not good? Or did I talk too much?”

This film was made to compete for awards, but for people who are used to watching popcorn movies, art films are the worst to watch.

The tone was extremely gentle, which made Bai Song feel a little embarrassed.

“No, it’s not your problem, it’s my problem.” He shook his head, looked at Fang Xingcheng, looked at it again and again, and then said hesitantly: “Fang Xingcheng, I always put my dreams on your head, and I never asked you if you like it. Aren’t you particularly selfish?”