My Sister is the Female Team Leader

‘Click’

With the sound of the door being opened, Lin Xuanjun turned around and saw Pei Xian. Seeing that he seemed to be in good spirits, a very dangerous possibility suddenly appeared in his mind. He cleared his throat and wanted to speak.

"What's wrong with Manager Lin?" Pei Xian looked at him and smiled lightly.

Lin Xuanjun was so filled with questions that he couldn't speak out. Lin Xuanjun took a look inside through the gap in the opened door. The door was opened completely, and even the living room could be clearly seen inside. His eyes swept over the shoe rack in the entrance. One lap.

No women's shoes. Not there?

"Sorry, Pei Xianxi, I heard from my assistant that we had fun yesterday."

"She's gone back, she's probably still sleeping now."

Pei Xian didn't let him continue asking, he interrupted his question directly, and responded very straightforwardly, your artist is not with me, but with her.

Lin Xuanjun opened his mouth and saw that Pei Xian was still smiling slightly and looking harmless. He didn't know why but he felt that he couldn't believe him. But now he really didn't see Park Xiurong, so he had to give up in frustration, "Okay, okay." ."

"Joy Xi had a drink yesterday. If possible, please ask Manager Lin to order a hangover soup. I'll call her," Pei Xian said again.

Nothing wrong with that.

Lin Xuanjun didn't suspect anything anymore. He nodded and turned away in confusion. Then the more he thought about it, the more something was wrong. When he was about to reach the elevator, he suddenly stopped.

"That's not right. Why does he care so much about my artist? It's not this person. It's not right. It wasn't yesterday. When we left, wasn't he still in the wine shop? What? Hiss~ Something's wrong, something's really wrong."

Behind him, Pei Xian looked at Park Soo-young who walked out quietly. The clothes on her body had not changed and were still her own. She was also holding a packaging bag in her hand. It looked like it was still in her suitcase. The packaging bag?

Wait, if she takes it apart, wouldn't that be the case?

"Oppa, let me borrow a bag from you. I'll go back first and return it to you later."

Pu Xiurong blushed, and immediately avoided Pei Xian's sight after speaking, and ran out quickly before he could speak.

When she ran out, she could still see Lin Xuanjun's dazed back standing in front of the elevator. She was so frightened that she quickly took out her room card and swiped the door and ran back. The whole process took less than five seconds.

Pei Xian stood at the entrance with a dumbfounded expression. Seeing this scene with his own eyes, he was even more shocked.

I sighed a little in my heart that today's female idols can be so straightforward. I don't know who learned it from. I shook my head helplessly and walked back to the bedroom, planning to tidy up before leaving.

“Oh, I actually sorted it out.”

The bedroom is quite tidy and clean. Even the suitcases are put together on the table. There are not many changes. Even the bed is neatly made. The only changes are probably...

"Something dropped"

The bathroom door connected to the bedroom is open, and there is a brown rubber hair tie over the sink. It is so simple that it is just a single color and has no decoration at all.

If it's not yours, then it's hers.

"Oppa, Bae Xian Oppa!"

Lin Danni's voice came from outside the door. Pei Xian subconsciously grabbed the rubber band in his hand and walked out of the room.

"We're going over to the program team," Lin Danni shouted. She wanted to lean against the door panel to hear what was going on inside, but the door was opened quickly.

"Let's go." Pei Xian put his cell phone and room card in his sweater pocket alone, said to her calmly, closed the door and walked to the elevator.

"Oppa, isn't Joy Xi here?" Lin Danni quickly glanced at the door, which was empty and useless, so she couldn't help but asked out of curiosity.

"She's not here. Who said she's here? It's her own fault." Pei Xian sighed helplessly.

Not here?

Lin Danni didn't believe it. It was possible that she hid it deliberately. Doubt was one thing, gossip was another thing, but now she was curious about one thing.

"Oppa, last night, did you and Joy Xi..."

"No, I'm doing a show, what are you thinking about?"

Boring.

At eight o'clock on time, Park Xiurong walked in with the last few seconds, and stood in the living room pretending to be calm while listening to the photographer explain today's arrangements.

Pei Xian glanced at her hair from the corner of his eyes. The rubber band was the same as what he had found, but the color was different. Seeing that she was not anxious at all, nor embarrassed or guilty, he silently moved his right hand behind her.

Today’s theme is still taking photos, and I have been shooting them with my camera on early in the morning. After listening to the photographer’s explanation of today’s theme, I set off without any free time.

Both of them are artists. In terms of camera sense, not to mention Pei Xian. As an idol artist of S.M company, Park Soo Young's skill is much higher than that of Pei Xian. Pei Xian can cooperate well because he has only a few pictorial shooting experiences.

During the two days of shooting the lower row, the photographer was surprised by their tacit understanding of cooperation and no sense of embarrassment at all. Not long after he finished the compliment, he regretted it when he changed to another venue.

Maybe there is no disadvantage in cooperating with the above, but when they proposed to kiss, the two of them were stunned again.

Park Xiurong held her breath for the first time, and then quickly smelled the smell on her body. Fortunately, the smell of alcohol from last night was gone.

‘It’s okay, it’s okay, otherwise it would be really embarrassing’

but

relative? Where to kiss?

"Pei Xianxi, you have to stand up in the water later and put your hands on the ground, okay?" the photographer gestured with his hands and shouted loudly towards Pei Xian who was standing in the swimming pool.

To be clear, Pei Xian felt helpless while standing in the swimming pool. The shooting scene seemed familiar, but the partner and the shooting subject had changed, it was a swimming pool villa.

Today I have to take the last two sets of photos in this country house. I have been to the beach and the Korean house, but now I suddenly change into modern clothes and have to enter the swimming pool?

Pei Xian has been standing in this shallow pool for more than ten minutes. His skin is almost white from the blisters, and his ears are still ringing with reminders from the cameraman and himself.

relative? You told me where to kiss!

"Pei Xianxi!"

here we go again.

"Don't be shy. The one sitting on the shore is your wife. I wish I could take a picture of you kissing each other." The cameraman didn't care at all about the awkward expressions of the two people in the venue. He still made gestures with his index and middle fingers close together and followed. He clicked his thumb several times.

Seeing this gesture clearly, Pei Xian's ears turned red, he nodded and squatted in the water, lowering his vision to the surface of the water.

"Don't blush. If you are NG, it doesn't matter to me. We are husband and wife now, not a TV drama partner."

After hearing this, Park Xiurong looked away with a guilty conscience. After hearing the chuckles of a circle of people outside, this guilty conscience became even more obvious.

The open-air swimming pool is not big, and the midday sun shines down on them through the shade of the trees, making them particularly conspicuous.

Park Xiurong secretly pinched her thigh, silently remembering to cheer up and not to lose control of her expression.

I lost my mind yesterday. If I am still embarrassed today, then I don’t need to continue this show!

"Get ready, two, five seconds countdown." The cameraman raised his hand and made a five-second sign.

Pei Xian held the edge of the swimming pool with both hands and raised his body from the water. At this height, his head was slightly raised, and he lightly touched her lips, and they were separated in an instant.

Park Xiurong was stunned subconsciously, and a question couldn't help but pop up in his mind.

Just think it's windy, just blow it and it'll be over. Even a dragonfly can't help you so perfunctorily.

Pei Xian was standing in the swimming pool. Before he could hear what the cameraman said, his face was held by Park Xiurong and brought to her.

At that time, my mind went blank for a moment, and then a very grand idea came to me.

Is this person a hooligan? Or the kind that comes back as a joke?