The mobile phone music in the room is very loud.

The rhythmic beats are like drum beats, hitting people's hearts with every sound. Even the edges of the mirrors mounted on the wall seem to be faintly vibrating, as if they are also beating along with the music.

A figure dancing to the music is reflected in the mirror. Because the limbs are coordinated and the dance is smooth, there is a vague rhythmic beauty in the figure, and there is an attraction that is both soft and tough.

It's just that the dancer's breath gradually became unstable.

Snap.

The sweat on his forehead was thrown onto the wooden floor due to a movement of his head. The dancing figure suddenly stopped slowly. The fatigue caused by the previous high-intensity activities also surged up. The empty room was messy.

The breathing became heavier.

The dancer lowered his head, half-closed his eyelids, and looked at the ground beside his feet. Sweat was like raindrops, dripping down from his forehead, and more of it sank into his neck along the jawline, covering his slender neck.

A thin layer of water marks is like a glaze protective layer painted on the surface of porcelain, giving off a lustrous glow.

The casual cotton clothes clinging to her body were transformed into tight-fitting clothes by the sweat, clinging tightly to her waist, unconsciously outlining her exquisite and thin waistline.

Only I was completely unaware of this. She stood there blankly for a while to regain her breath. Then she walked to the corner, leaned over and picked up the phone. Her fingertips drew two water marks on the screen, and they slipped.

The music player jumps relentlessly to the next song.

Fortunately, she quickly found a clean spot on her clothes, wiped her sweat casually, and finally played back the music to the previous song.

The previous melody soon sounded in the room.

But a few minutes later——

The same action, the same hesitation and pause, happened again.

The person who stopped stood there, still just calming down his breathing quietly, like an unconscious machine, quietly recalling the wrong actions and feelings, and once his breathing became a little more stable, he planned to repeat the same trick.

Just as she was clicking back to the previous song with her phone, she suddenly glanced in the direction of the door.

The door in the room that was originally closed was opened at some point, and a brown corgi with smooth fur lay there with its ears erect and its wet round eyes looking steadily in her direction.

A man and a dog looked at each other with their eyes facing each other. Corgi raised his head slightly, moved his mouth, and whined softly, and actually made a human voice:

"Are you practicing poppin again?"

She nodded.

Corgi asked again: "Aren't you good at jazz?"

She responded without blinking: "Yeah."

It was as if he couldn't hear the confusion in the other person's tone.

Poppin and jazz are two different types of dance. The former is a category of hip-hop, while the latter is its own system. There are several branches in it. There are certain differences between the two. Generally speaking, those who study jazz and those who are background in hip-hop

People have different dance movements and habits. It is basically impossible to dance both dance styles authentically.

Corgi didn't know why the Ji Yu in front of him was obsessed with practicing hip-hop even though he was born in jazz. When the question was fruitless, he lay back on the ground and became an audience member.

Ji Yu, on the other hand, had obviously made the intention to practice again, but after a while, the music in the room stopped.

Corgi once again raised his round head, raised his semicircular ears and looked in the direction of the girl.

Ji Yu raised the index finger of his right hand, put it gently to his lips, made a "shush" gesture to it, and then took the initiative to answer the call in vibrating mode, his voice became obviously gentler:

"Xue Zhu."

…

Xue Lian is the assistant to Huangting Entertainment CEO Meng Rendong.

Meng Rendong answered a phone call in the office just before getting off work. She was in a much worse mood. Although her face was still as deserted as before, Xue Lian had been with her for seven or eight years, so he could tell more or less from the surrounding air temperature.

The mood index of Meng Lonicera.

If the boss is in a bad mood, the life of his subordinates will naturally not be easy. Xue Lian observed his words and made a bold suggestion:

"Mr. Meng... are you going to Miss Ji's place?"

Xue Lian had met people around Meng Rendong before, and Ji Yu was not the first one, but he was the one she had met who stayed the longest, so she thought that this person should be somewhat capable.

Meng Rendong was leaning on the back seat with his eyes closed to rest. After hearing Xue Lian's words, he opened his eyes and looked in the direction of the front seat. His gaze was like a sharp sword light, cold and cruel, which stung Xue Lian and almost made him tremble.

Biting his tongue, he thought he said something wrong.

Fortunately, the next moment, Meng Rendong calmly withdrew his gaze, as if nothing had happened, and responded casually.

Xue Lian secretly breathed a sigh of relief and attributed it to his own misunderstanding.

She estimated that the journey from the company to Ji Yu's place was only more than half an hour. If she sent a message and Ji Yu missed it, and the person happened to be away, Meng Rendong's mood would only worsen.

She made a phone call directly.

The person over there seemed to be guarding his cell phone at all times. He beeped once and quickly picked up the phone. After a sweet "Xue Zhu", there was a hint of impatient smile in his tone:

"Is she coming today?"

Just like countless women who are raised outside, they guard the empty house every day, waiting for the arrival of the benefactor.

Xue Lian couldn't help but feel a bit of contempt in his heart.

After a brief response, she announced in a formal manner: "I'll be there in forty minutes at the latest."

The person on the other end of the phone didn't seem to notice her cold attitude, and still asked gently: "Has she had dinner? If not, is there anything she wants to eat tonight?"

Xue Lian looked in the direction of the rearview mirror.

Seeing that Meng Rendong had no reaction to these words, he replied on her behalf: "No, just follow your usual habits."

…

hang up the phone.

Ji Yu lowered his head and looked at his appearance, and then noticed the messy appearance of his sweat-soaked clothes. He subconsciously held his hands on the floor and walked towards the bathroom. He took a combat shower in five minutes and turned the hair dryer to the hottest setting.

On the highest setting, I blew my hair half dry, then rolled up my sleeves and headed towards the kitchen.

Because Meng Rendong comes here irregularly, Ji Yu is used to keeping the ingredients he likes in the refrigerator. Now he is temporarily preparing to make sweet and sour pork ribs, shredded sweet potatoes, stir-fried vegetables, and tofu soup. It’s simple.

The four dishes and one soup were served in half an hour, which seemed like a rush.

Marinating pork ribs takes a lot of time.

Fortunately, I have a pressure cooker at home, which can make the pork ribs soft and rotten in just ten minutes. If I am lazy, I chop the tomatoes and mix them with the tomato sauce. Then I put the cooked ribs in the sauce and simmer them over high to low heat.

If you use starch to thicken it, the taste will be enough.

While marinating the ribs, Ji Yu picked the lettuce that was easiest to handle, picked off the leaves one by one, washed the rice and changed the water, washed the sweet potatoes and cut them into pieces, put them in the rice cooker and cooked them together, while cooking on the stove.

Place a small saucepan over low heat and melt the sugar into syrup.

She hurriedly hurried here, but there were still some ignorant people at home. Corgi followed her into the kitchen, circling back and forth around her feet, hindering her from doing things, and at the same time moving his nose to sniff left and right.

, said in a voice:

"I also want to eat ribs..."

"Save a piece of ribs for me."

Ji Yu shook his head and looked down at it: "No."

Before Corgi could argue, Ji Yu took a burst of water with his right hand, curled his fingertips and flicked the water droplets onto Corgi's nose. At the moment when Corgi started to itch and sneeze, he said warmly:

"Next time she's not here, I'll prepare a big meal for you."

"Not today."

Before Corgi could argue his case, Ji Yu had already returned to busy work in the kitchen, and did not forget to leave another sentence: "You talk too much recently, it will scare people. Turn on the shielding mode, system."

Corgi: "..."

It seemed to want to say something, but after a while, it held its tail between its legs in frustration and went out in disgrace, with only an unconvinced cry of "Woo" coming out of its mouth.

…

Meng Rendong's car was stuck on the road for more than ten minutes.

After all, it was the rush hour for get off work, and it was a bustling first-tier city, so there were no roads that were not blocked. Fortunately, she left the company early, otherwise she would not have known how long she would have been hungry on the road.

After opening the door with the password, she smelled a sweet and sour fragrance.

It tastes like sweet and sour pork ribs.

Ji Yu seems to always remember her taste.

Meng Rendong was distracted and came up with this idea.

But she quickly put aside these trivial details and walked inside.

Ji Yu happened to come out of the kitchen. Her hair was slightly loose due to its semi-dry state, and it was curled in a wave-like arc. There were burgundy highlights in her hair, like a glass of red wine in the dark, inadvertently reflecting the intoxicating light.

Although he had such a enchanting hair color, he still pretended to be innocent, showed her a cute smile, put the freshly cooked ribs on the dining table, and then walked up to hug her.

He stopped her and said to her softly and sweetly:

"You're back."

Meng Rendong was startled for a moment, then looked at the dishes on the dining table, and was about to go there, but Ji Yu refused to let go, insisting on holding her like this.
To be continued...