Chapter 807: The Dark and Lonely Boy and His Red and White Rose? (53)
The Dark and Lonely Boy and His Red and White Rose? (Fifty-three)
"What do you mean by dinner? What are you talking about?"
Wu Ge came over after realizing it, his eyes fell on Song Ning holding Lance's hand, "What's going on with you two?"
Song Ning let go of his hand with a whoosh, and a trace of regret flashed across Lance's eyes.
He was just one step away from continuing to ask questions.
"Nothing, I just signed the contract today and we're happy to have dinner together tonight."
Lance said it casually, and Wu Ge thought it was true and said "Oh".
"Just be careful and don't eat in places with too many people."
After he finished speaking, he thought for a moment and then reminded her, "You're going to sing on the show soon, so be careful not to eat spicy food. Also, try not to drink alcohol or eat cold food."
Although singers don’t have very high requirements on their body shape like idols, protecting their voice is very important. Wu Ge naturally cares about this, and since he has just signed the contract, of course he should pay more attention to it.
Lance nodded naturally, "Got it. If we don't go out to eat, we can just buy some ingredients and have a tomato hot pot at home."
Song Ning couldn't help but look at him. Is this already agreed?
But what on earth was the reason for this meal? Song Ning felt a little confused. Lance's thoughts seemed a little elusive.
As the three were talking, the person in charge took the signed contract over and they prepared to leave.
At this moment, the rest of the building was quite well arranged. Wu Ge took the elevator down with them and couldn't help but grumble to them, "You guys think this is really weird. Isn't it funny that this guy insists on saying that we are related? If we are really related, why would I talk to them for so long?"
The more he spoke, the more speechless he became. He felt angry when he thought of the person in charge, but when he thought about the signed contract, he seemed not so angry anymore.
"Indeed, this is quite speechless, but it also shows that this resource is pretty good, isn't it?" Lance obviously had different ideas.
As he said this, his eyes turned to Song Ning who was walking behind him.
Song Ning dodged his gaze slightly, trying hard not to meet those sharp eyes.
After hearing what he said, Angkor felt a little better, but he still felt a little depressed.
Especially what the person in charge said about them having a background, he just couldn't understand it.
"That guy's words were really weird. Where on earth did we get any background? If we did have a background, he would have almost stood us up. His attitude was so bad."
Wu Ge was getting angrier and angrier as he spoke, but he was also getting more and more depressed. He still couldn't figure out why the contract suddenly returned to their hands.
Lance, who was standing aside, smiled mysteriously, looked back, but quickly retracted his gaze.
"Who knows? Anyway, don't think about things that you can't figure out. Just think about how to prepare for the next thing."
At this point, Wu Ge stopped worrying about it. Just like Lance said, the contract had already been signed. Even if the other party really wanted to breach the contract, they could get a large sum of liquidated damages. There was no need to think too much about it.
Seeing that the two of them finally ended the conversation and got in the car, Song Ning silently breathed a sigh of relief.
However, he soon realized that he had relaxed too early. Wu Ge had other artists to lead, so he soon parted ways with them.
Song Ning thought that there was nothing to do today, so he turned around and took him back to the company's gym. As Lance's assistant, he naturally followed him and prepared water and a towel for him.
"How's it going? Want to talk about it? My big backer."
Lance changed into sportswear, stood on the treadmill and started running. His eyes were looking straight ahead, but Song Ning had the illusion that he was being watched.
Song Ning cursed softly, stood aside holding a towel and water, and couldn't help but say something.
"I thought we had reached an understanding that you wouldn't ask again."
Lance instead looked at him in surprise and asked, "Are you sure you don't want to tell me?"
Song Ning's eyes revealed a trace of confusion. The man standing on the treadmill smiled at him and said, "Have you forgotten who grabbed the corner of my clothes just now?"
Song Ning's ears, hidden behind his hair, suddenly turned red. How could he forget?
But this reminder made him remember something more important. He quickly raised his eyes to look at the person in front of him with a questioning tone.
"Was your previous words of thanks and treating me to a meal true or false?"
Song Ning was not short of just this one meal, but if it was Lance who treated him, things would be different.
This person means a lot to him, and every moment they spend together is very important to him.
When Lance met those expectant eyes, he couldn't say no.
He nodded, feeling somewhat amused but more touched.
"Of course. I thought that since we have known each other for so long, you should have known that I am a man of my words."
As soon as he finished speaking, he changed his words.
"Or I think you know me much better than I know you."
Song Ning's expression became a little complicated and slightly distressed.
Is there any special meaning in this sentence, or is he just overthinking it?
He wanted to ask the culprit who was causing him trouble, but it was obvious that Lance was not going to continue chatting with him about this topic.
Song Ning could only feel a little aggrieved in his heart, but at the same time, an unquestionable happiness and joy rose in his heart.
Lance hadn't lied, not even a lick of deception in what he said about Angkor.
After finishing the exercise, he took Song Ming to buy some food.
The only difference from what was agreed was that neither of them were really interested in the tomato hot pot base, so they ended up choosing an ordinary mushroom hot pot.
Lance is an artist after all, so the food he can eat is mostly high-protein and low-fat.
Although Song Ning is not an artist, she quietly chooses to eat the same ingredients as him.
Lance, who was standing next to him, just watched him choose with a smile on his face, thinking that maybe he should be more confident.
After buying various ingredients and some sugar-free drinks, Lance even considerately asked Song Ning if he needed some beer.
Song Ning frowned when he heard the word "wine" and said he didn't need this kind of thing.
However, Lance noticed something strange from his slightly frowning brows.
He replaced the heavier bag of ingredients in Song Ning's hand and asked casually.
"Why do you look like that? Do you dislike it or do you find it annoying?"