The Days Dominated by the Wife-staring Demon + Spoiler

If it's because he doesn't want to be a showman, it's...Ge Zijie's gaze moved to the side, and standing next to the empty seat was the trainee with the longest training time in the company, who was the lead dancer.

"If you have confidence in yourself, try it."

"Here?" An Jing didn't expect Ge Zijie to agree so simply.

Could it be that she made up her mind that she would not be able to pass the test, and she agreed quickly just to let herself face the reality earlier and get rid of this idea, so that she could take over her "olive branch"?

Even though the heating in the room was sufficient, An Jing felt that her fingertips were getting cold, but now she has no way out.

Ge Zijie stood up, put one hand in his trouser pocket, and walked in front of An Jing. The latter just raised his head slightly, and saw his own reflection in the other's light brown eyes.

Fortunately, she couldn't see her panic from her face, otherwise she would have lost in the first round.

"Follow."

An Jing followed her, watching her open the side door of the office with the code lock.

Turning on the light, the dark room was filled with plenty of light. An Jing opened her eyes to look carefully, feeling even more uneasy.

The walls on all sides of the room are covered with dark wallpapers, and the black curtains cut off all the natural light in the room, making the whole room look a bit dark and depressing. In the center of the room is a large square chuáng covered with gray chuáng Simple, it seems to be very consistent with the serious aura of a woman.

An Jing watched as Ge Zijie walked slowly to one side of the inner wall, and pulled out a mirror. Behind the door was a recessed wardrobe.

Ge Zijie frowned and looked at the down jacket on An Jing's body so that she couldn't see her curves at all, and ordered, "Take it off."

An Jing's fist hanging by her side clenched even tighter until her nails turned blue.

The trembling hands finally landed on the zipper of the down jacket, and it reached the bottom with a "stab". An Jing only wore a thin short sleeve inside, which was convenient for changing clothes during training.

"Change a set." Ge Zijie was very dissatisfied with the sack-like short sleeves on An Jing's body, and turned around to choose in the closet.

Ever since she promised her father to come to the company to take up this position, there has been an endless stream of people stuffing her office. Uninformed people spread gossip that this was some improper erotic transaction she had in the office, but Ge Zijie didn't bother to pay attention.

Only those who have sent people to her know that it is not difficult to send people into Ge Zijie's office, but the hard part is how not to be kicked out. I don't know where the unruly producers came from last week and sent people directly to her office. In the villa, it's fine if you don't know the rules. She said that she carefully prepared the play to be performed, but in the end there was a burst of unbearable howls, and she ordered someone to throw her into the street.

Ge Zijie is very impatient, but he will not be stingy with giving chances to desperate artists. Those who come in can have a chance to persuade her. It doesn't matter what form they use, singing, acting, and dancing. As the artist director of AW, Ge Zijie has the ability to judge. As long as she can make her interested and see the investment profit, she will reach out and push it.

Since An Jing said that she is better than the trainee who has practiced AW the longest, and is more qualified to be the lead dancer of the new troupe, Ge Zijie will give her a chance to fight for it.

An Jing's eyes were fixed on the director's bony hands, for fear that she would take out something inappropriate for children from the closet.

Black shorts...a red sleeveless top...a ​​white playsuit...

So far, Ge Zijie's men have drawn the things hanging on the hangers, which are still within An Jing's acceptance range, but following Ge Zijie's hand to look into the depths of the closet, An Jing's peace of mind just now suddenly disappeared. .

The whole body of the clothes is made of transparent white lace, which is tailored close to the body. The fabric is extremely light and thin, and the key point is only covered with an understatement... AW has no money to buy fabrics!

An Jing held her breath, waiting for the woman's next order. `

Ge Zijie looked at the "dirty" thing in his hand.

Who on earth mixed this kind of thing here, and threw the dress on the ground with a look of disgust. Ge Zijie also took out a black tight-fitting short-sleeved singing suit from the closet and handed it to An Jing.

"Change it."

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This dress is much easier for An Jing to accept, but... she looked around the room, and found that apart from the big bed and wardrobe, there was no other furniture or secret door here.

Does it mean to let her change in front of a woman?Difficulty appeared in An Jing's eyes.

Ge Zijie accepted her troubled eyes, but what he said was not as caring as An Jing expected, "Change it, I don't want to say it a second time."

An Jing bit her lower lip hard, squeezed the clothes in her hands, and stared at the floor with such force that she seemed to stare out a hole there.

Ge Zijie sat on the only armchair in the room, with his right leg lightly resting on the other leg in a relaxed posture, staring at An Jing's tight mouth and turned around with aggrieved face to change his clothes.

Grab the hem of the dress with slender fingers and slowly pull it up, exposing the girl's thin back. Xue Xue's skin is without a trace of blemish, clean and beautiful as if it has never been stained with a drop of ink. The shoulders slid down, and Rao's eyes stayed on her childish middle school student's small vest while looking away from a pair of beautiful butterfly bones, and the corners of her mouth curled up in a very small arc.

An Jing couldn't see her face, so she didn't know that her taste had already been questioned by her future boss. She wholeheartedly adhered to the mentality that a quick fix would save her a lot of money, so she quickly tore off her short sleeves and put on a new one. of.