Mr. Wang told me to cross-dress and I don't follow [Entertainment]

Chapter 3

The giver of the roses has been reluctant to show up for a long time, and Chai Ziming has not even guessed what the so-called "promise" is.

Now all his mind is immersed in the question of whether to open the door of the studio in front of him.

There are three rooms in the basement, one for each of them is outside the studio, and the other is for dancing, exercising, and sneaking in together.

Chai Zicong's studio is often used, and there are all kinds of professional books on the entire wall.

But since Chai Ziming moved here, he has never opened his studio.

The door is not locked.

But he doesn't want to open it.

Even if this door is the No.13 door, the door he is not allowed to open, the sacred flame at the door will even burn his fingers.

The above is from Chai Ziming, a young man addicted to self-depressed fantasies.

In practice, after discussing the movie, he just waited for Chai Zicong to go out, then secretly went to the basement, facing his studio, and started to circle around: "Can it be opened? Do you want to open it or not? Open it, open it, there is nothing to be afraid of, there is nothing inside."

Ah woo, a legendary creature, born in the mouth of Chai's mother who scared Chai Ziming out of her psychological shadow when she was a child, specially eats children.

After gearing up, Chai Ziming took out the key to open the door.

"Ka-Ka-Ka-Ka-"

No matter how the key is turned, it won't turn.

Chai Ziming looked a little wrong, and muttered to himself: "It won't be so difficult, right?"

He took out the key and studied it carefully, then inserted it back and continued to fight the lock.

The door is not something you can open if you want to.

Chai Ziming, who had struggled for 10 minutes but failed to open the door, was sweating from the heat on such a day.

He slapped the door twice angrily: "Do you know that a door like yours would have been chopped down for firewood in ancient times?"

After shouting, he turned the key...it opened.

Chai Ziming: "..."

If this door has an expression, it must be indifferent.

Chai Ziming took back the key and snorted coldly: "I'll let you off this time."

Door:"……"

In the dusty studio for a long time, a thin layer of dust covers the surface of every object.

Whether it is a huge writing desk, or the exquisite sewing machine next to it, or the huge tool box on the writing desk, they are all covered with the most ruthless proof of time because no one cares about them.

Chai Ziming was so choked that he coughed and didn't dare to speak again.

He turned his head and pulled down a rag on the railing supported by the dance practice next door, and was about to start cleaning.

It wasn't until an hour later that Chai Ziming's back was sore and he threw the rag on the table before finding a place to sit down: "Oh, why didn't I wait for the part-time worker to clean it, and I had to do it myself..."

There was no one in the family at the moment, so naturally no one responded to him.

Chai Ziming rested for a while, and pulled over the tool box on the table.

As soon as he opened it, he saw a utility knife placed on the top in a transparent pen case.

The shell of the utility knife is made of silver-gray metal, engraved with the pinyin cursive "ming".

With a slight swipe of the hand, the blade emerges from the head, only the size of a thumbnail.

This knife was specially made by Chai's mother, and it was given to Chai Ziming as a gift for his sixth birthday.Don't look at the small visible part of the blade, the sharpness can really be said to be hair blowing.So as soon as Chai Ziming got it, he cut a hole in the wooden table beside him...

As the saying goes, a good knife deserves a hero. Back then, Chai Ziming loved this small knife so much that he carried it with him 24 hours a day.

However, the utility knife, which was just right for him back then, is now in the palm of his hand, like a small toy, barely the length of his thumb.

After swiping the knife twice, he put it in his pocket without hesitation.

He got up and went to clean the rags and other cleaning tools in the room. He walked out the door and looked at the whole room carefully, and said goodbye with a little joy: "Bye bye. Come back next time, when you start it."

As expected, the teenager with secondary syndrome still has sequelae when he grows up.

…………

"jingle jingle—"

Chai Ziming's cell phone rang.

He glanced at the number and wanted to press the power off button immediately.

But he can't.

"Hey, Mr. Wang, what do you want from me?"

Wang Jiarong's words were frivolous: "Why, can't I call you if I have nothing to do?"

Chai Ziming rolled his eyes: "I can't."

Wang Jiarong never expected to receive such an answer directly, and was speechless.

Chai Ziming couldn't understand why Wang Jiarong, as the president of the company, had so many things to do every day, and still wanted to find him.

He emphasized to Mr. Wang: "Don't always want to make some big news. Now the company's first brother is Xiang Tanwei."

Wang Jiarong: "..."

Chai Ziming continued to emphasize: "Don't think about hooking up with the stars under him casually. The CEO should lead by example and study hard with President Wang, okay? The most important thing is to go to the hall and go to the kitchen."

Wang Jiarong: "..."

"I'll hang up if it's okay, bye~" After saying goodbye with a wavy line, Chai Ziming hung up the phone directly.

There was a busy tone from the phone.

Wang Jiarong choked on a mouthful of old blood, unable to vomit or swallow.

Chai Ziming went wandering happily, while Wang Jiarong looked at the phone screen with an unpredictable expression on his face.

The secretary next to him, Xiao He, didn't dare to say a word, and stood there pretending to be a mural.

After a while, Wang Jiarong asked the secretary Xiao He very seriously: "I am the president of the company, right? Why doesn't he have any respect for his boss?"

After being named, Xiao He, the secretary, had no choice but to say: "Probably because we are familiar with each other. This shows that you, Mr. Wang, have a good relationship with the artists."

Thinking about it, Wang Jiarong seems to make sense.

He took out a cigarette and put it on himself: "Go out, I will call you if something happens."

Secretary Xiao He nodded, and stepped out of the door steadily on high heels.

Before Wang Jiarong was ten years old, he lived abroad.

The days after the age of ten are spent in China.

He picked up the photo with his sister Wang Jiaqi on the desk and took a deep breath.

Wang Jiaqi is eight years older than him, happily married, and has a little bun at home.

When he was 12 years old, Wang Jiaqi just started his career.By chance, Wang Jiaqi received an invitation from Old Qin Dong to serve as the vice president of Qin Han Media.

Originally, Wang Jiaqi wanted to refuse, but under Wang Jiarong's unreasonable request, she agreed to serve as the president of Qinhan Media.After Wang Jiarong joined the company as the vice president, the basic work of Qin Han Media was transferred to him one after another. At that time, Wang Jiaqi had already become the company's executive president.

Well, because the old president retired one step earlier than old Qin Dong.

"Why are you smoking again?" Wang Jiaqi frowned after opening the door without knocking, "Didn't you just say two days ago that you planned to quit completely?"

Wang Jiarong immediately put out the cigarette: "Tomorrow I will start to quit."

"Why quit smoking all of a sudden?" Wang Jiaqi sat on the sofa opposite the desk and smoothed her freshly permed hair.

"I found the panda."

Wang Jiaqi almost jumped up from the sofa, her hair was so painful: "Wait, your psychiatrist..."

Wang Jiarong patted the table and emphasized: "Even if I have psychological problems, I am sure and sure that someone rescued me back then. Otherwise, I would be tied up and it would be impossible to escape."

Wang Jiaqi: "...where is the evidence?"

Wang Jiarong opened the drawer, took out a paper bag from it, and put it on the side of the table: "All the information is in it. I checked it for more than two years."

Wang Jiaqi was shocked by her brother's perverted obsession: "More than two years?"

Wang Jiarong smiled loudly, and just as he was about to reach for his cigarette case, he forced himself to stop, and said impatiently, "You'll know it when you see it."

Wang Jiaqi got up and went to the table to take the paper bag, untied the thread that was wrapped around the seal, opened it, and found that it was all Chai Ziming's materials, mainly materials from abroad.

She flipped through the pages one by one, reading quickly.

If you don't look at it, you can just make fun of Wang Jiarong's abnormality. After reading the information, she feels that Wang Jiarong's abnormality is not just a problem that can be treated by a psychologist. This is a typical representative who will definitely be arrested and sent to a mental hospital.

The first page is just a simple one-inch photo, height, weight, blood type, birthplace and other basic resume-like information.

From the second page onwards, from the photos of Chai Ziming when he was a child to the photos of his latest participation in the announcement, there are all of them.

Even next to each photo, there are special annotations, the time, place and basic situation of the photo.

Wang Jiaqi grabbed the documents, her voice became a little sharp: "That doesn't mean he is the kid who saved you."

Wang Jiarong walked around the table, walked up to her sister, and flipped through the documents to the photos of Chai Ziming when he was a student: "Look, the knife he carried with him. He used this knife to cut my rope."

"And then? What do you want to do after you find it?" Wang Jiaqi forced herself to calm down.

"He used to be so active, look. He wears unique clothes made by himself every day." Wang Jiarong was very excited, "Of course I want to make him change back to his previous self. How cute. I still remember him She looks like she's wearing a panda doll-style jumper."

Wang Jiaqi: "I don't believe you haven't done anything until today."

A smile appeared on Wang Jiarong's face: "Of course I did something."

Wang Jiaqi: "What?"

Wang Jiarong smiled happily: "I gave him a bouquet of roses as promised. When we made an appointment, he would still come to me."

Wang Jiaqi: "Just a bouquet of roses?"

"There is also a pair of black stockings." Wang Jiarong clicked a photo of Chai Ziming to show Wang Jiaqi, "Look at the same style he wore in high school."

In the photo, Chai Ziming was wearing a Scottish kilt, which happened to match a pair of black silk.

Wang Jiaqi: "..."

md abnormal!