I don't want to play anymore

The next day was still a group show, from morning till night.

After finishing work at eight o'clock, Cheng Yang walked out of the studio, turned on his mobile phone, and saw Wang Biao's WeChat, a coordinate, and a simple sentence attached: Waiting for you in the Yunjing Hall.

Cheng Yang simply replied with the word 'yes' and threw the phone into his trouser pocket.

"Master, I'll go back with the 264 car, you can go by yourself." He said and got out of the car with the bag slung over his shoulder.

264 is the car assigned to Zhang Ye by the crew, and it was parked not far away. The headlights of the car were on, and the light was extremely dazzling. He raised his hand to cover it, and walked around to the side of the car door and sat in.

"How?" Zhang Ye asked him.

Cheng Yang clicked on the WeChat message sent by Wang Biao on his mobile phone and showed it to him. After he finished reading it, he looked up into his eyes and asked, "The thing is in the hotel?"

Knowing that he was asking about a pinhole camera, Zhang Ye nodded.

Zhao Duoduo didn't know what charade they were playing, so he looked around anxiously, but the two of them sat quietly in the back row without saying a word, playing with their mobile phones.

Yiye Blindsight: He is quite good at finding places, Zuo An.

cy: The hotel where I learned to swim?

Yiye Blindsight: Smart.

cy: ...

There was no way to chat these days, Cheng Yang put away his phone and leaned against the side window of the car.

Zhang Ye on the opposite side looked up at him and gave him a questioning look.

Cheng Yang stared at him with a hint of indescribability.

Zhang Ye was slightly dazed, hesitantly made a question mark with his index finger again.

The curvature of the corners of Cheng Yang's eyes softened, and after thinking about it, he picked up the phone again.

Cy: You chatted with people like this before, and you never got beaten up?

Yiye Blind Eyes: No, besides, I don’t often chat with people.

It was really difficult to answer this question, so Cheng Yang changed the subject decisively.

Cy: I should be able to do it by myself, why don't you go.

Zhang Ye glanced at him, lowered his head and tapped the keyboard quickly.

Yiye Blind Eyes: How can it be done, what if he is not alone?This kind of thing cannot be risked.

Cheng Yang hesitated and sighed inaudibly.

cy: ok.

When he arrived at the hotel, Cheng Yang went back to his room to take a shower, changed his clothes and knocked on Zhang Ye's door.

Zhang Ye was drying his hair, he threw down the towel to open the door, and after letting him into the room, he looked him up and down: "Short sleeves?"

"what happened?"

"It's hard to put the camera on," Zhang Ye touched his nose, "Change your shirt."

Cheng Yang said, "I'm all short-sleeved, so I didn't bring a shirt."

Zhang Ye walked to the cloakroom: "Wear mine, we are not much different in height, so we should be able to wear it."

Cheng Yang followed him and walked inside. When he opened the closet, he couldn't help but click his tongue: "Are you selling clothes?"

Zhang Ye glanced at him sideways, a little embarrassed: "It's all my sister, wholesale."

Cheng Yang nodded slightly.

Holding the hanger, Zhang Ye pulled a row of shirts to Cheng Yang's eyes with a huff, and picked out two more and put them aside: "You choose yourself, I haven't worn any of these."

Zhang Ye's clothes looked expensive, Cheng Yang was a little embarrassed, and finally picked up the most ordinary-looking white shirt: "This one."

Zhang Ye glanced at the slacks on his legs: "You have good eyesight and match the trousers well, then you change your clothes, I'll go out first."

When Zhao Duoduo opened the door and came in, Zhang Ye was standing by the sofa studying the camera.

"What's the matter?" Zhao Duoduo asked gossipingly.

"Didn't I tell you?" Zhang said without looking up.

"Do it later?" Zhao Duoduo looked excited.

Zhang Ye nodded.

Cheng Yang came out of the cloakroom: "The sleeves are a little long."

Zhao Duoduo looked over, his eyes shining brightly: "Xiao Cheng is so handsome, is he going to walk the red carpet?"

Cheng Yang was a little embarrassed, and folded the short sleeves he had replaced: "Your boss's clothes are handsome."

Zhao Duoduo has already gone up to meet him: "The sleeves are a little longer by one or two centimeters, maybe you are thinner and not as wide as my boss's shoulders."

Zhang Ye took a look and looked away. The things in his hands almost fell on the floor. He was a little annoyed, and suddenly felt that the plan he discussed with the director the night before yesterday seemed too cheap, that bastard Wang Biao.

He turned around with the button-sized camera and gestured on Cheng Yang's chest: "It should be almost here for the second button?" He said and glanced back at Zhao Duoduo.

Zhao Duoduo rubbed his hands: "I haven't done this before, it should be about the same, if it is lower, I'm afraid I won't be able to capture the face of the opposite person."

After it was installed, it was tested again. After confirming that it was available, the three of them opened the door and went out, but they ran into Zhu Zhenting and his assistant Xiao Gao at the elevator entrance. It seemed that the two were also planning to go out.

The three of them didn't intend to speak, and they still greeted first.

Xiao Gao stared at Cheng Yang for two seconds, and greeted the three of them expressionlessly: "You guys go out?"

Zhao Duoduo pretended to smile, and made no compromises with Xiao Gao's plastic social interaction: "Yeah, you guys go out too?"

Xiao Gao nodded, the elevator door opened, the pleasantries ended, and she and Zhu Zhenting got in one after the other.

Zhang Ye, the three of them naturally wouldn't squeeze the same elevator with those two, and when the cabin door closed, Zhao Duoduo's face collapsed immediately: "It's really bad luck."

Zhang Ye didn't make a sound, and took out the phone.

The two people who had already taken the elevator downstairs couldn't help complaining to each other.

Zhu Zhenting took off his sunglasses and said, "Why did Zhang follow along?"

Xiao Gao thought for a while, and whispered a suggestion: "Then should we go?"

The two looked at each other knowingly, Zhu Zhenting straightened his heart and straightened his back: "The seats are reserved, why don't you go."

Xiao Gao raised his objection in a low voice again: "Boss Zhao also told you to be more polite to Cheng Yang."

Zhu Zhenting glanced at her, and put on his sunglasses again without hesitation: "I'll just go over and watch, I'm not being polite."

Xiao Gao didn't say anything, just lowered his head, habitually took out his mobile phone, logged in to Zhu Zhenting's Weibo, refreshed it, and frowned: "What is Shi Yu trying to do?"

Zhu Zhenting also glanced at her phone screen: "What's wrong?"

Xiao Gao said angrily: "Yesterday I posted a group photo with Zhang Ye, and today I posted a Jiugongge with Meng Yao, Cheng Yang, Teacher Yu Min..." She looked at them one by one, "Only without you, netizens commented on you below. The two disagree, he definitely did it on purpose, yesterday so many fans ran over to scold him for Bai Lianhua, probably holding his breath, but it’s hard to say, his previous Weibo had a thousand comments to the sky, recently because of likes Our fans ran over to leave messages, even though they were scolding him, but to the Eighteenth Line, black and red are also red."

Zhu Zhenting snorted, frowned and said, "The grasshoppers in autumn can't grow, let him jump."

Xiao Gao looked up at him, and said half of the sentence: "He belongs to Dingyu, are you going to give it to Mr. Zhao?"

Zhu Zhenting glanced at her: "I mean he's almost finished."

"Oh." Xiao Gao lowered his head and locked the phone.

"Also, don't watch Gongdou drama if you have nothing to do."

Xiao Gao knew what Zhu Zhenting was implying, curled his lips a little bit aggrieved, thinking that I am not all because of you.

On this side, the three of them took the elevator to the first floor. In front of the revolving door of the hotel, Cheng Yang welcomed the attention of Meng Yao and another actress in the play. Clothes.

Meng Yao smiled and said, "Brother, why are you dressed so handsomely?" Her tone of voice was extremely exaggerated when she spoke, and the titles were also used in the play.

"Teacher Meng." Cheng Yang smiled and called out, then fell silent.

Zhang Ye pushed him from behind, turned around and said to Meng Yao: "Go out for supper, what do you want to eat? I'll pack it for you."

Meng Yao shook his head: "No, I'm afraid of growing fat."

Zhang Ye showed a standard smile: "Then see you tomorrow."

Meng Yao waved his hand lightly, with a gentle and amiable expression on his face. The girl next to him caught a glimpse of something and chirped, "That shirt is a limited edition of something. It is said that the embroidery on it was sewn by the designer himself. I have seen that shirt. Zhan, at that time the model was wearing it, and I complained to my girlfriends that it was nothing but a gimmick, I didn’t expect Cheng Yang to look so good in it.”

Meng Yao didn't pay attention to the brand of the clothes, she looked back again, but simply thought he was very handsome: "He is tall and thin, with a good body proportion, this shirt needs to be worn by such a cold-toned boy to look good."

The actress agreed.

Zhang Ye fell behind and listened to the entire conversation between the two of them. Just now they said that Cheng Yang was cold?Cold?Zhang Ye felt that the person they knew might not be Cheng Yang.

The car sent by the hotel to pick them up had already stopped at the door. Zhu Zhenting and his assistant went downstairs two or three minutes earlier than them. At this moment, they were gone. Zhao Duoduo got into the passenger seat, and Cheng Yang and Zhang Ye sat in the back row one by one.

"Are the three going directly to the hotel for dinner?" the driver asked Zhao Duoduo while holding the steering wheel sideways.

Zhao Duoduo said as discussed in advance: "Yes, we will go down when we arrive, and the gentleman behind will trouble you to take it around."

The driver is used to ushering in and sending them off. He has seen all kinds of strange requests from customers, and he doesn't take it seriously. After the customers have fastened their seat belts, they start the car and set off.

Cheng Yang sat down and took out his phone. A few seconds later, the phone in Zhang Ye's pocket vibrated, and he took it out to unlock it. It was indeed a message from Cheng Yang.

Cy: I didn't expect that this dress is limited, and there may be no way to return you the same one.

Zhang Ye wanted to say that I don’t mind you passing through, but felt that there was an ambiguous suspicion. He hesitated for two seconds, tapped on the screen, and brought up the keyboard.

Yiye Blind Eyes: Give it to you, I tried it once, and it doesn't look as good as yours.

Cheng Yang leaned against one side of the car door, tilted his head to look at him, the light in the car was dim, and Zhang Ye couldn't see his expression clearly, so he lowered his head and continued typing on the screen.

Yiye Blindsight: What's wrong?

cy: too expensive.

Zhang Ye thought for a while and said: Treat me to dinner.

Cheng Yang hesitated for two seconds before replying with an OK gesture.

The corners of Zhang Ye's mouth curled up unconsciously.

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In addition, Zhu Zhenting and Xiao Gao got off the car in front of the left bank gate and went straight to the front desk.

The receptionist smiled and asked, "Do you two have an appointment?"

Zhu Zhenting turned to Xiao Gao wearing sunglasses, and Xiao Gao said, "He should be Liu Xiao Zhou's name." Zhu Zhenting nodded.

So Xiao Gao said to the receptionist: "Has Zhou Meng booked a seat here? We are his friends."

The receptionist typed on the screen, and said with a smile: "Mr. Zhou Meng booked the Yunjing Hall on the 66th floor. It was noted that there is a meal for three people. Are the two of you here for the appointment?"

Xiao Gao smiled lightly and shook his head: "We are not here to have dinner with him, you can help us book another seat in this hall, preferably a little far away."

As soon as the two booked their seats, Zhang Ye and Zhao Duoduo walked into the hotel as soon as they entered the elevator.

Compared with Zhu Zhenting's sunglasses, which hide his head and show his tail, Zhang Ye's attire is much more frank. He is wearing ordinary black short sleeves and sweatpants. Zhao Duoduo went to the front desk to negotiate, while he stood in the courtyard and looked at the street view outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

They had an appointment, and the procedure was very quick. Zhao Duoduo walked over after getting the card: "Boss, go up."

Half of the elevator is made of glass, so you can enjoy the view. There are still many people on the beach at night, children are chasing after each other, couples are strolling. Zhao Duoduo stood behind Zhang Ye, looked at the scene for a while, and finally couldn't help but say: "Boss, It's not like you."

Zhang Ye raised his eyebrows, but remained silent.

Zhao Duoduo went on to say: "When you joined the group, you never dealt with others."

The chapter page is still speechless.

Seeing that his face was fine, Zhao Duoduo boldly continued, "You have never consulted the director for your own business, this Cheng Yang...can we do it?"

For a second, Zhang Ye felt guilty, but he soon became righteous and his voice was as deep as water: "He helped me hate Zhu Zhenting, and also helped me get into the drama. To be a man, one must repay his kindness."

Zhao Duoduo scratched his ears, nodded and said, "Yes, I want to repay you with gratitude."

The elevator soon reached the 66th floor. The two walked out slowly and walked towards the porch with the sign of Yunjing Hall hanging on one side, but they ran into an acquaintance at the door.

Xiao Zhou was walking from the bathroom on one side, shaking the water drops on his hands. When he saw the two of them, he stopped the movement of his hands immediately.

Zhang Ye had seen him on the set, and agreed that he was Zhu Zhenting's assistant. She glanced at him and walked into the porch.

Xiao Zhou couldn't help taking a deep breath, but as soon as he entered the door, he caught a glimpse of two familiar figures in a corner - Zhu Zhenting and Xiao Gao.

Xiao Zhou's eyebrows twitched. Although he didn't know what these people's plans were for ambush here, but his instinct seemed to be that tonight might be a Shura field, with a knife on Sezi's head, should he send a message to the boss to let him withdraw? Forget it?