Song Chaoyang explained a little, "Dance competitions organized by a shopping mall in this city."

"oh."

I do n’t know if you disdain more, or have it been inconvenient to ask more, Shen Jingjing only did n’t talk anymore.

But the eyes still looked at Jiangwao.

Song Chaoyang also had patient answers waiting for the wrong mistakes.

Jiangwao was not daring to look directly at them, and said nervously: "Yes, is me, what do you have?"

Seeing that Jiang's fault, Xiaojiazi, who could not be on the table, Shen Jingjing made a low sound but made people laugh.

Song Chaoyang felt a little surprised.

He did not expect Jiang's fault to be so confident and perfect on the stage, but he was so timid in private.

Song Chaoyang seemed to have a good cough. After a few coughing, it kept polite, not alienated or close to the truth: "It's okay."

"Last time, I did not intend to see Miss Jiang's game video on some local video numbers. Miss Jiang's dance skills are good.

Jiang Wuwao made a cold heart, but it was not obvious on his face.

She kept her low eyebrow, "Thank you."

Later, Shen Chaoyang seemed to look at her again.

And Shen Jingjing has already impatiently organized his makeup.

Fortunately, the floor of the audition is not high, and the elevator will reach a floor soon.

Song Chaoyang and Shen Jingjing were accompanied by the staff to get out of the elevator first.

When they go far, Jiangwa and Assistant slowly walked out.

"Jiangwao, did you recognize the woman just?" The assistant whispered, "But she is the popular movie star Shen Jingjing!"

Jiang Wusao's fist heart is slightly tightened.

Shen Jingjing is not only the head of Shen's media now, but also barely entered the first and second lines in the entertainment industry.

Although Shen Jingjing was not at the scene during the fire, she could never get rid of this!

Because Song Chaoyang locked her in the house to fire, she clearly heard Shen Jingjing's call.

Warning Song Chaoyang, must not be softened to her!

The assistant did not find Jiang's wrong mistakes, and he was still in a low voice:

"Fang Dao has not announced the list of male and female masters. Shen Jingjing has come here.

Hearing the words, Jiang wrongly pressed the rolling eyes in his heart, perfunctory attachment: "Well, maybe. Let's take a car back to the company."

Back to the company, I told Sister Zhang to the audition situation. The rest was waiting for notification.

Due to the encountering Song Chaoyang and Shen Qingjing, Jiang's wrong mood was very low.

I don't want to go back to Jinlin's garden. I thought that she hadn't seen Jiang's mother for a few days. She went to the hospital.

Jiang Mu is still in a coma. In this case, the longer the coma, the more unfavorable.

However, the experts invited by Mo Lixing have now set a treatment plan. After a few days, they can replace Jiang's mother to the hospital where the brain experts are located and start new treatment.

After staying in the hospital for more than an hour, she accidentally received WeChat from Lu Kexin.

Ask her whether the audition is smooth.

Jiang was in a bad mood, and suddenly wanted to see Lu Kexin, so he asked Lu Kexin if he had time, and wanted to ask her to drink tea.

Lu Kexin probably had nothing to do recently. After a while, he agreed.

Jiangwai went to Lu Kexin's favorite Kung Fu tea house before.

The tea house is similar to the ring design of the courtyard. The lobby on the first floor is equipped with a unique stream flowing water, and the water fog.

Someone on the corner is playing Guzheng, plus the fence, which is a very elegant place.

In the past, when Shen Jiangyu and Lu Kexin did not go to the bar crazy, they would come here for a long time, and they also named it.

When Jiang Cuocuo arrived, considering that Lu Kexin was a public figure, he chose a private seat on the second floor.

The elegant seats are set beside the railing, and you can see the beautiful environment and guzheng performance below, while the outside is separated by a screen.

It is not too closed and depressing, but also provides privacy, which is suitable for them.

I asked Lu Kexin on WeChat and she would be arriving in a few minutes.

At this time, the water on the stove was almost boiling, and Jiang Cuocuo started making tea.

Picking up the purple clay pot in front of her, she chose Lu Kexin's favorite Tieguanyin.

Pour it on white paper and separate out the thickness. Place the thickest at the bottom of the pot and the drip tip, and place the fine powder in the middle layer. Because the fine powder can easily block the drip tip, separate the layers.

Picking up the boiling water, Jiang Cuocuo gently lifted the lid of the teapot and poured boiling water along the inner edge of the spout. When the water was full, he gently scraped off the tea foam with the lid and then covered it.

Then he poured water on the pot and heated the cup, holding the pot with his delicate hands, gently scraping up the water droplets...

Scraping water droplets is called "Guan Gong's inspection" in tea culture. Because the teapot is rotated along the tea boat, it is like Guan Gong leading his troops to patrol the city, so it is called this.

In the slightly quieter lounge on the third floor, old man Mo Lixing was watching Jiang Cuocuo making tea below.

Her sitting posture is standard, her back is straight, and her movements are very graceful. When her arms are raised and lowered, people's eyes will rise and fall accordingly.

The indifference and just the right amount of elegance on her face are comparable to those of a professional Kung Fu Tea waiter.

This kind of proficiency and technique cannot be achieved overnight.

Mo Lixing only thought that Jiang Cuocuo was a little more capable than other women, but essentially she just wanted to climb higher.

But time and time again, he felt that this woman was constantly refreshing his knowledge.

She is cunning, thoughtful, and full of lies, but she is very, very real at this time.

Just like when she danced in the last dance competition, she took off all masks, without any disguise, revealing her truest side.

How many sides does she have?

"Brother Xing, what are you looking at?" Lin Jinsi, who was standing aside, didn't see Mo Lixing say anything for a long time.

Curiously, she craned her neck to look in the direction of his gaze.

I found a woman in ordinary clothes sitting in a private seat on the second floor, leisurely making Kung Fu tea.

And this woman is none other than Jiang Cuocuo.

"Miss Jiang!" Lin Jinsi shouted out as he spoke.

Even Mo Lixing didn't have time to stop him with his eyes.

Jiang Cuocuo raised his head and saw Lin Jinsi and Mo Lixing sitting casually above.

"What a coincidence, Miss Jiang!" Lin Jinsi extended his arm in greeting.

Jiang Cuocuo didn't expect that Mo Lixing would come here to drink tea, and by chance, he sat opposite him upstairs.

Out of politeness, she nodded her chin.

"Ms. Jiang, are you alone? Do you want to sit with us?" Lin Jinsi continued to greet her.

"No thanks, I made an appointment with a friend."

As Jiang Cuocuo said, he lowered the bamboo curtain a little, just enough to block their sight.

"What's wrong with my sister-in-law? She doesn't look happy?" Lin Jinsi asked Mo Lixing.

Mo Lixing ignored him and slowly drank the tea with his cup in hand.

"Did you quarrel?" Lin Jinsi asked excitedly and a little curiously.

Mo Lixing was not prepared to satisfy his curiosity, so he gave him a warning cold look.

This reaction, even if there is no quarrel, there is still conflict!

This is really rare!

Brother Xing has such a cold temper that quarrels will almost never happen to him.

If you can quarrel with your sister-in-law, that would be big news!

Lin Jinsi proposed enthusiastically: "Brother Xing, let's go down and sit with my sister-in-law?"

"I have to leave first." Mo Lixing said and stood up directly.

"No!" Lin Jinsi didn't want to leave, "It's so hard for you to have time to rest for a while, why are you leaving in such a hurry!"

"There's still a meeting." Mo Lixing finally stood up.

"You also come with me." Mo Lixing ordered again coldly.

Lin Jinsi: "..."

I still wanted to get some first-hand information, but I have no chance now.

Lin Jinsi followed Mo Lixing downstairs a little angrily, but met a tall girl wearing a peaked cap at the corner of the stairs on the first floor.
To be continued...