Love Apartment: The Most Reliable Person

Looking at Yu Mo who was eating, Lin Ze didn't say anything, just watched quietly, with tenderness in his eyes.

Feeling Lin Ze's gaze, Yu Mo put down his chopsticks and asked with a smile: "Aze, why are you looking at me?"

Lin Ze smiled and replied, "Because you're pretty. By the way, Yu Mo, how long can you stay this time?"

Yu Mo put down his chopsticks, took a sip of wine, and replied: "This business trip is mainly to come here to check on the company's situation. It will probably only take about a week. What's wrong, Aze?"

Lin Ze's expression remained calm: "A week! How about I be your driver for this week?"

Yu Mo smiled when he heard this and said, "I can't afford such an expensive driver like you. Don't think too much. If I need any help, I will contact you."

Lin Ze joked: "Don't worry, Yumo. As brothers, we are in each other's hearts. Even if I can't get through on the phone, I will never let you down."

Yu Mo shook his head and said, "You are really my good brother."

Then, the two of them talked about interesting things in school, and the atmosphere was very harmonious. After eating and drinking, Lin Ze sent Yu Mo to the hotel entrance.

Yu Mo looked at him and said half-jokingly: "How about it, do you want to go up and sit down?"

Lin Ze was a little tempted, but still refused: "Forget it. It's not good for a man and a woman to be alone in a room at night. I'm leaving first. Remember to contact me if you need anything."

After saying that, he drove away.

Looking at the figure that had disappeared, Yu Mo sighed: "What a coward! I can't eat you, why did you run away so quickly?" Stamping his feet, Yu Mo returned to the room helplessly.

Lin Ze, on his way back to Love Apartment, thought about what Yu Mo had just said and couldn't help but fall into deep thought. Was she really serious, or was she just trying to tease me? It was so annoying.

That day, Meijia happily walked into the bar while listening to music. She came to the bar and asked, "Hey, Zhanbo, have you seen Lin Ze and Guan Gu?"

Zhanbo replied, "Are you talking about them? They dragged Teacher Zeng to see my sister's play."

Meijia asked curiously: "When did Yifei start acting in a play?"

Zhanbo explained, "It's still one of those high-end art community events. Anyone can sign up to participate. I heard the most popular shows can go to the city for awards."

"What kind of drama does Yifei act in? Comedy, tragedy, or a Qiong Yao drama? I want to go and see it."

Zhan Bo shook his head: "Neither. They say it's called an interactive drama, but I'm not sure. You can ask them later. But I don't recommend you watch it."

Meijia didn't care and just said, "These two guys actually stood me up. We agreed to have Lin Ze be the model. I really want to see his figure."

Zhan Bo asked: "Model, isn't Guan Gu a comic artist? Why did you choose Ze Ge as a model?"

Meijia waved her hand and said, "I guess it's to bring fine art into the community, so they switched to oil painting. And they all agreed to let me observe them in person, but now they're all gone."

Zhanbo suggested: "You can also go to where my sister is performing to find them! It's a good opportunity to enjoy my sister's drama performance."

Meijia blinked: "Didn't you just say that you didn't recommend me to go see it?"

Zhan Bo smiled awkwardly and said, "It's just a suggestion. Oh, time's up. The show has already started."

In the small theater, Zeng Xiaoxian was looking for his seat. Guan Gu waved his hands repeatedly: "Teacher Zeng, Teacher Zeng, we are here."

Zeng Xiaoxian walked over with a helpless look on his face and sat down. "Why are you sitting in the first row? It's so close to the stage, I can even smell the actors burping."

Guan Gu explained: "This is the legendary interactive drama, very different."

Lin Ze rubbed his numb cheeks and said, "I hope Yifei can be more restrained and not be so involved in the performance."

Zeng Xiaoxian laughed and said, "If she were to restrain herself, would she still be called Hu Yifei? I want to see what Yifei can do. By the way, which drama will Yifei be in? Kill Bill or Taking Tiger Mountain by Strategy?"

Guan Gu replied: "Neither, Yifei played the role of Death on Wall Street."

Zeng Xiaoxian nodded, then asked in confusion: "Who is Wall Street?"

Lin Ze and Guan Gu looked at him speechlessly. Who would take this embarrassing guy away?

The play began with sparse applause.

First, a person walked forward under the spotlight, struck a pose, and introduced himself: "I am a subprime risk."

Then came the second one, posing: "I am the stock market crash."

A third: "I'm a bad debt to the bank."

The fourth: "I'm a subprime mortgage holder. Pah, I'm a sluggish consumer."

Every time someone came on stage, there was a gong banging. Zeng Xiaoxian felt completely stunned: "I can't take it anymore. I can't take this anymore. What is this? If Wall Street isn't dead, I'll be dead first. I need to go back to sleep."

Lin Ze held him down and said with a malicious smile, "Teacher Zeng, don't be so anxious to leave. Yifei hasn't appeared yet. Just stay with us and watch the play quietly."

At this time, the bank's bad debt stood in front of Zeng Xiaoxian with a mirror and said: "Look, this is the face of a speculator."

Zeng Xiaoxian's eyebrows trembled, and he was a little upset. Lin Ze also covered his face. Only Guan Gu said excitedly: "Congratulations, Teacher Zeng, you have been interacted with."

Zeng Xiaoxian hummed twice and wanted to say, do you want this interaction?

At this time, with the spotlights lighting up, the protagonist of this drama, Hu Yifei, made a grand appearance.

Hu Yifei, dressed like a landlady, walked slowly towards them wearing slippers, holding a feather duster in her hand and a fake cigarette in her mouth.

Zeng Xiaoxian was stunned, Lin Ze was too embarrassed to face anyone, and Guan Gu was very excited.

Hu Yifei's voice rang out: "Love, no, hate, no, can't be caught, can't be thrown away. Hello, subprime mortgage risks, stock market crash. Hello, bank bad debts, sluggish consumption. And you~"

As she spoke, Yifei suddenly pointed the feather duster in her hand at Zeng Xiaoxian: "A self-righteous speculator." Teacher Zeng was so frightened that he sat up straight.

Yifei continued: "I am your mother, the financial crisis."

The sound of the gong and Yifei's laughter stimulated Zeng Xiaoxian so much that he felt nauseous and wanted to vomit.

After three full hours, Zeng Xiaoxian had become pale and looked exhausted.

Lin Ze was fine, because he found that Yifei's performance in the drama was actually quite good. Was there something wrong with his brain?

Guan Gu applauded enthusiastically: "Yifei, that's great, you're amazing."

Some audience members also presented flowers, and Yifei accepted them and expressed her gratitude repeatedly.

Guan Gu was so excited that he was a little incoherent: "Yifei, this is really wonderful, I really didn't expect it. It turns out that subprime mortgage risks are the real killer. But, I think it's a pity that they couldn't be together in the end because of the stock market crash and bank bad debts."

Lin Ze also gave a thumbs up: "Yifei, not bad! Clearly organized, well-reasoned, and logically clear. This play is much better than the ones you've staged before."

Hu Yifei smiled and said, "Thank you for your suggestions. I will consider your opinions and revise the script."

Zeng Xiaoxian walked over with a heavy face and said, "No, Yifei, your play..."

Before he could finish his words, Hu Yifei pulled him over and slapped him on the back. Zeng Xiaoxian coughed and said, "Yifei, Yifei!"

Hu Yifei was puzzled: "Huh? What did you say?"

Lin Ze felt that Zeng Xiaoxian might be about to do something terrible, so he was about to mute his microphone manually, but Hu Yifei stopped him: "Let him talk, I want to see what he has to say."

Zeng Xiaoxian said solemnly: "Yifei, your play is really terrible!"

Hu Yifei's expression changed: "Zeng Xiaoxian, what are you talking about?"

Zeng Xiaoxian refused to give in: "What's wrong? Am I wrong? It's really bad, isn't it?"