When he woke up again, Zhou Shike was so tired that he couldn't even move his fingers. He turned his head and found that the person who was still lying beside him last night had long disappeared, and even the bed was the only warmth of Zhou Shike.

The rain outside was still falling, and the sky was dim. The huge rain curtain covered Jiangcheng tightly. The roofs of the tall buildings in the city penetrated the rain curtain, like the spire of the tower.

He stretched out his hand from the quilt and touched the cell phone on the bedside table. At only 8:30, he unlocked the screen and sent Fu Simian a WeChat message.

"We'll go out for dinner together today, okay?" Zhou Shike finished sending the message and fell asleep again. The group was busy these days because a member was airborne, and a fan meeting later, and a new song was needed. The lyrics were written by Zhou Shike. If there was one more person, the lyrics would also change. The main reason is that the new one is very ignorant.

But these troubles were offset by Fu Simian's return from a business trip.

When he woke up after sleeping, Fu Simian had not even replied to his news. Zhou Shike thought that he had just returned from a business trip and that the company must have to deal with a lot of things. It is normal for him to not look at his phone.

After comforting himself, Zhou Shike looked at the dim room in a daze.

He felt a little emotional. In the past few years after he was with Fu Simian, his temper has really changed a lot.

Because Fu Simian was slow to warm up and didn't know how to take the initiative, he always took the initiative. Even though the two of them were sulking and cold-war, Zhou Shike was the one who took the initiative to defeat him.

He likes Fu Simian, so he is willing to do these things, is willing to make Fu Simian happy, and is willing to be the one who takes the initiative. He is tireless, and as long as Fu Simian responds.

It was already one pm, and Zhou Shike had to go to the company.

After washing up, he took a piece of bread in the refrigerator and dealt with the two. When he was about to go out, Zhou Shike received Fu Simian's reply.

"The company has something to deal with. It may be a little late tonight. You can go out and have fun by yourself."

This is the same sentence again, and it is the same sentence every time.

After reading the news, Zhou Shike took his cell phone back into his pocket, took out an umbrella from the cabinet and went out.

"A Ke, are you here?"

In the practice room, the red-haired boy sitting on the ground holding a guitar raised his head, and when he smiled, two round dimples appeared on his cheeks.

"Did you come by yourself or did your brother send you?"

Zhou Shike leaned against the table on the side, turned the music score a few pages, lowered his head and said, "I came here myself."

"Oh," Yuan Bai nodded, and then continued to twisp his strings, music flowing from his fingertips, but it was not difficult to hear what he said clearly, "Li Hezi asked, can you add a few more words to the place where he sang."

Zhou Shike frowned and was about to speak, but Yuan Bai rushed to say, speaking very quickly, "The captain has agreed."

The sound of the strings came to an abrupt end, the sound insulation in the practice room was not good, the windows were wide open, and the sound of rain went from loud to dull.

Yuan Bai was also a little dissatisfied, "The captain was the same. He agreed and agreed. He treated us as if he was. He didn't know that this poem was filled out all night long. It was already very embarrassing to add people suddenly, and now he has to add words."

Zhou Shike heard Yuan Bai complaining in his ears. He not only felt unfair about Zhou Shike. As a guitarist, Yuan Bai has a good temper and a weak personality. Li Hezi has made many embarrassments on him these days.

"If you want to add it, add it." Zhou Shike said lightly.

Yuan Bai opened his mouth, and although he was very unhappy, he still held back.

The guitar's tone was clear and transparent, slowly and soft, and it spread again in the practice room. Zhou Shike thought of the time he was carrying electric guitar and bass in North City with a few friends in junior high school.

If it were the temper at that time, Li Hezi didn't even have the chance to airborne, but now, Zhou Shike looked at the scores and lyrics in his hand. He was now in an entertainment company under the Fu family, and he didn't want to cause trouble for Fu Simian.

Moreover, he had already complained to Fu Simian last night. If he really cared about it, Li Hezi would not be more serious today.

After being with Fu Simian for so many years, Zhou Shike felt that he knew each other better. Work is work, without being involved in personal affairs.

Li Hezi's airborne has nothing to do with him. Airborne in the entertainment industry is too common. If there is a reasonable reason, he will not interfere.

Zhou Shike didn't want to make Fu Simian embarrassed either.

"A Ke, you said, you have been in love with your brother for so long, and you don't let us see him, and we don't know what he looks like." Yuan Bai suddenly touched the topic on Zhou Shike.

"He is very handsome," Zhou Shike said he was tired of it, "He doesn't like making friends."

Yuan Chuan "cut".

When Zhou Shike heard this, a guess suddenly popped up in his mind that he did not dare to think about the second time.

Fu Simian said that he doesn't like making friends, maybe he just doesn't want to know his friends.

After this speculation appeared, Zhou Shike immediately pressed him to death in his mind. He could question anyone, but he could not question Fu Simian.

Because he loves Fu Simian.

It was eight o'clock in the evening in the practice room. The rain stopped for a few hours. When night came, heavy rain suddenly came again, and the windows were beaten to make a sound of almost shattering.

Zhou Shike put down his pen, rubbed his eyes, and got up to go to the bathroom.

Unexpectedly, I met the captain in the bathroom.

The other party just came out of the compartment and ran into Zhou Shike. Zhou Shike looked complicated, "Don't you have something to do at home today, can't you come?"

Jiang Zi said "harm", "I've finished dealing with it, I thought I'd still have to come and have a look, so it's here. The rain is so damn heavy. Haven't you come home yet?"

Zhou Shike finished the solution and washed his hands and said, "It's soon, let's leave right away."

"That," Jiang Zi stopped talking, and finally gritted his teeth and said, "What's going on with Li Hezi..."

But he just said half of it very implicitly, because he understood that even if he said half of it, Zhou Shike should have understood it.

"Only this time," Zhou Shike wiped his fingers and threw away the toilet paper while looking up at Jiang Zhen, "Captain, can I ask you a question?"

Jiang Zhen looked at Zhou Shike's eyes, "You ask."

"What would you do if I don't agree?"

"A Ke," Jiang Zhen showed a embarrassed look, "Li Hezi is the one whom he calls for, whether it is you or me, we can't afford to offend."

"I understand." Zhou Shike did not go back to the practice room, and sent Yuan Bai a message, took an umbrella to the underground garage.

An Audi, whose car clothes are matte, stayed quietly in the parking space, and the lights in the parking lot were blazing white.

Zhou Shike stood by the car door. After a few seconds, he kicked the car door.

"grass!"

A harsh alarm sound suddenly rang.

After getting into the car, Zhou Shike felt more comfortable only after staying alone.

He remembered that he had just come to Jiangcheng and told Fu Simian that he wanted to sing, but he never thought of forming a group. First, because he didn't know the new members, and running-in requires time and tacit understanding; second, because Zhou Shike was unwilling to run-in.

Fu Simian agreed at the time, but later changed his mind. The agent gave Zhou Shike a list and gave him the right to choose his own teammates.

But the other three people he chose were except Yuan Bai, two of whom had withdrawn by themselves, and the other one was replaced by Jiang Zi.

Now there is another Li Hezi.

Zhou Shike drove the car to Fu Simian's company. The other party said in the afternoon that the company had something to do and would not be able to go back very late, and he should still be in the company now.

The front desk knew Zhou Shike. When he saw Zhou Shike coming in, he hurried over and handed over the towel, "It's so rainy, why are you here?"

The Fu family has deep roots in Jiangcheng and many industries. Entertainment and media is just an industrial branch. Fu Simian has never even been there, and it is all left to others to take care of.

Except for a part of the head office who knows about Zhou Shike and Fu Simian's relationship, it is difficult for others to have the opportunity to know that these people know that Zhou Shike is a public figure and is very strict and never promotes it everywhere.

"I'll come to find Brother Fu." In front of an outsider, Fu Simian refused to let him call me just because he was afraid that others would misunderstand their relationship.

"Ah, he is not in the company," a confused look appeared at the front desk. "Mr. Fu went out for dinner with Mr. Sheng and the others an hour ago. What's wrong? Didn't Mr. Fu tell you?"

"I said it," Zhou Shike's heart was clenched, but his brain had already responded first and issued orders to various parts of his body, so that its owner was not so embarrassed. "I'm here to help Brother Fu go to the office to get something, but he forgot to bring it."

The front desk helped Zhou Shike press the elevator.

Zhou Shike took the elevator upstairs and stood at the door of the president's office for a while.

The corridors are dim and the lighting is also dim. The lights in the city pass through the floor lamps, painting the interior with a layer of unclear light.

Zhou Shike took out the key from his home from his pocket, hung it on his finger, and went downstairs.

"I forgot to bring the keys at home." At the door, Zhou Shike smiled at the front desk.

"A Ke, it's raining heavily, you have to be careful and don't be impatient when driving." The front desk is a sister in her thirties. She usually sees Zhou Shike more often, and she always feels inexplicable pity for Zhou Shike.

"Thank you sister, I'm leaving."

The heavy rain has turned into a point where the wipers do not work. The front cover of the car was pounding. It was not too late. There were not many vehicles on the road, but the scenery outside the car was already covered by heavy rain.

Zhou Shike's car parked at the intersection, and the red light time was the longest.

He called Fu Simian, glanced at the rearview mirror, and saw his aggrieved expression, and was slightly stunned. When could he have done this pretentious appearance?

"Hey." The low male voice mixed with the dull sound of rain outside the car made Zhou Shike's fingertips tremble.

"I'm going to your company to find you. You're not here. Brother, where have you been?" Zhou Shike grabbed the steering wheel with one hand, and his knuckles turned white.

No words were spoken there.

Zhou Shike felt uncomfortable and continued to question, "I asked you today if you can go out to have dinner with me. You said that the company is in trouble, is this your business?"

He heard the sound of play from the receiver, making Zhou Shike fool him and didn't know how to deceive himself.

"Are you dissatisfied?" Fu Simian finally spoke, but he asked a question, and he couldn't hear his emotions.

Zhou Shike opened his mouth and was about to answer when he heard Fu Simien say in a calm tone: "A Ke, you took the initiative to chase me."

Zhou Shike was not stupid. He held his cell phone and sniffed a few times. He should have been used to it in his tone, but every time, he felt difficulty breathing after hearing it.

The secret meaning is that Fu Simian is telling himself: If you come to your door, don’t ask so many questions.

"But aren't we couple?" Zhou Shike's hair covered his eyebrows and eyes, and the lights in the car were not turned on. He spoke in a low tone and aggrieved.

Just coax me, just a word is OK.

"Well," Fu Simian was careless, "That's right."

That's true, right?

Zhou Shike hung up the phone, the red light jumped into the green light, he threw his phone into the co-pilot, his expression was cold, and he stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and the sound of the engine instantly penetrated the surrounding four and five streets. In the heavy rain, it was like the roar of a wild beast.
Chapter completed!