Movie/TV: How could my sister be Qiao Jingjing?

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At this moment, there was no one under the shade of the tree, and the nearest path was thirty meters away.

In addition, there was a grove of trees behind them.

Qiao Yu was immediately filled with wicked thoughts.

Their pink faces were right below each other's lips, and their hot breaths mingled together.

The fresh, milky scent wafted straight into my nostrils.

The fragrance made Qiao Yu's heart itch.

Sang Zhi dared not move.

If they tilt their heads, their mouths will definitely touch.

The world was quiet, so quiet that you could only hear each other breathing.

Qiao Yu gently touched Sang Zhi's face with the tip of his nose. The body in his arms trembled slightly, and the arms around his waist tightened abruptly.

Qiao Yu had completely blocked out the light, and all that could be heard was Sang Zhi's slightly rapid breathing and soft, comfortable moans.

Soft lips are just below the mouth.

Qiao Yu can hold on to something as long as he does it.

Just then, a small mouth, its breath sweet with a milky scent, uttered a coquettish retort: ​​"You bad boy! Your hand!"

"Huh? What happened to my hand?"

Qiao Yu pretended not to know.

The girl's skin was as smooth as jade, without a single blemish.

As for something as basic as applying it to the cheek, how could that possibly satisfy Joe, the sophisticated flirt?

It's nothing more than a feint to the east while attacking the west, a pretext to secretly advance while feigning an attack on the west.

Sang Zhi did say it, but she didn't stop it.

Her rosy lips were slightly parted as she clung tightly to Qiao Yu.

"Qiao Yu, shall we go home? Mom isn't home this afternoon, no... ah~ not here."

Qiao Yu shook his head. "No one comes to the park at noon."

He moved his palm down and secretly climbed up the slope of her pert bottom.

Full, round, smooth, and captivating!

"I... ah~"

Sang Zhi wanted to say something more.

Qiao Yu didn't give her a chance, picked her up and went into the nearby grove.

The lush foliage immediately blocked out all view.

A moment later, a gentle breeze swept by.

The treetops began to tremble slightly...

……

Jiaxing Entertainment Company.

Qiao Jingjing drank a glass of warm water in the lounge.

Then, daily dance training and pronunciation training are conducted.

Dancing is an essential skill for a singer.

Although it's not like before, singing always involves dancing.

But shooting music videos, or perhaps other occasions, will always have a use for it.

Especially for a rising female singer like Qiao Jingjing, who is beautiful and has a hot figure.

It would be such a waste not to dance.

Moreover, dancing can improve lung capacity.

Pronunciation training is also essential for aspiring singers.

Just because you can sing a few tunes doesn't mean you can go on stage and sing.

Who can't sing?

But professional singers are different from ordinary people.

There are many intricacies to open and closed vowels, articulation, and breathing techniques.

After the dance training is over.

The girls in the dance studio gathered together, chattering away.

Everyone was wearing tight-fitting dance costumes, and they were all tall and beautiful.

It's a sight that male employees long for.

Qiao Jingjing unscrewed her thermos and gulped down a mouthful of warm water.

In the past, she drank herbal tea brewed by her younger brother.

But today there's only lukewarm water.

The reason is that she had a fight with Qiao Yu these past few days and said a lot of hurtful things.

For example: I don't need you to write songs anymore, you good-for-nothing.

The reason is that Qiao Yu has been unusually attentive to Su Jinbei these past few days, and they even exercise together every morning, completely ignoring his sister's feelings.

"Sister Jingjing, you sang so well."

"Wow, that's amazing! I'm a fan of yours."

"Sister Jingjing, who wrote your song?"

“Oh dear, Jingjing already said it was her younger brother who wrote it.”

At this moment, Qiao Jingjing was surrounded by a group of girls, chattering away.

I don't know how many are sincere and how many are fake.

3pm.

Some office.

"Jingjing, your show has been a huge hit, and you're all talking about it online. The company's PR team has decided to promote you as the 'Queen of Love Songs.' If you just keep singing a few more love songs, that title will be yours for the taking. You'll not only be a movie queen, but also a pop diva..."

Qiao Jingjing sat in a comfortable swaying chair, listening to Mo Xiangwan's rambling beside her.

Mo Xiangwan was dressed in a black office lady suit and looked very excited.

"Sister Xiangwan, when will Teacher Mingzhe arrive? I have to go record a show tomorrow."

Qiao Jingjing interrupted Mo Xiangwan's excited rambling.

“Teacher Mingzhe will be here soon. He’s a creative person, after all. He often stays up all night to create, so you can’t expect his biological clock to be normal,” Mo Xiangwan said.

“Oh 0.. ”

Qiao Jingjing's delicate brows furrowed.

Wang Mingzhe is a songwriter trained by the company.

He is very famous in the industry and has created many excellent songs.

At his peak, he was the go-to lyricist for superstars.

Talent is something that becomes increasingly scarce the more you try to cultivate it.

He could not escape the fate of running out of creative talent.

Otherwise, the company wouldn't have asked Wang Mingzhe to write a song for Qiao Jingjing.

But it's already Wednesday.

The show will be recorded tomorrow and broadcast the day after.

She hasn't even seen a glimpse of the new song.

Qiao Jingjing was extremely anxious.

"Don't rush, wait a little longer. Let me have a drink of water first. My throat is parched from talking."

As she spoke, Mo Xiangwan took a cup out of the cabinet and walked to the water dispenser.

Then her cell phone rang.

They immediately turned back.

Upon seeing the caller ID, he grinned and waved it in front of Qiao Jingjing:

"Teacher Mingzhe, I told you not to rush, here it is."

"Hello, Mr. Mingzhe."

"Oh, you've finally arrived! I've been waiting for you for days."

"I just wanted to ask if you have any good works recently. Isn't Jingjing going to be on a TV show? Oh, right, how come..."

"What did you say?"

Mo Xiangwan's smile suddenly froze, and her voice became urgent:

"No, why can't I write it? You agreed a few days ago, and the company notified you too. No, no... I didn't mean to pressure you with the company, but you did agree..."

"Hey, can you help me... I'm hanging up!"

Mo Xiangwan put down her phone, her chest heaving with anger. "I'm so angry!"

"What's wrong."

Qiao Jingjing's heart sank.

"The songwriting project fell through," Mo Xiangwan said dejectedly.

"It's over?"