His white moonlight, slag skill level one hundred

The moment Su Zhe woke up, he felt sore all over his body, as if he had been beaten. Thinking about it again, the fall yesterday was similar to being beaten. He had to get up slowly to wake up the muscles that were fully rested during sleep .

The whole body is fresh and silky, and the body conveys such feelings. Su Zhe looked down and found that he was not wearing anything. He would bring a quilt cover and a bed sheet when he came over, but he would not sleep naked. Don't sleep naked, don't say you are outside, what if there is a fire or something?But right now, he's naked.

The numb brain gradually became active, and Su Zhe remembered that last night Xiangbei helped him take a bath and blow-dry his hair, and then he came out and fell into the bed... Oh, yes, he came out without wearing anything, after all, he was injured Wearing clothes with one hand is a bit of a hassle.

Yes, Xiangbei helped me take a bath last night.

As soon as this memory surfaced, Su Zhe began to feel embarrassed, like ants crawling on the skin, as if something happened out of nowhere, didn't they say to keep a distance from Xiangbei?

Yes, because of Zhang Chunhua, I have to go to work today.

Complicated thoughts rushed into his mind, Su Zhe sat on the bed for a while and then finally cleared his mind. There was no one on the bed next to him. As a chef, Xiang Bei couldn’t let go of the daily morning vegetable market. He even had to run give up.After washing up, he went upstairs to the studio where the Qing palace drama was located. He first greeted the Wu Zhi of the crew, then reported to the crew, and then waited to call the scene. It is a boring and boring job to go up to pose and stand when setting up the stage.

Zhang Chunhua behaved very normally, and judging from the reactions of the people around him, there seemed to be no abnormalities. Su Zhe looked worried, and took out his mobile phone to send a message to Xiangbei: Will resentment inherit my memory after eating me? ?

No, Xiang Bei will reply soon.

In order to find out what is going on with the "physical resentment", Xiang Bei worked hard last night, harassing people in the circle he knew everywhere, and kept asking until midnight to figure it out. The result was lack of sleep. He made up his mind today, okay? Easy information is to be put to good use.

Su Zhe was delighted by this answer, and asked: Does that mean that I am still alive?

Depending on the situation, Xiang Bei's reply was brief.

Su Zhe was impatient: where are you?I will look for you.

Yo ho, this is the first time you are so proactive.

Looking at the phone to the north, he was so emotional that he quickly replied: the kitchen.

Xiang Bei happily waited for Su Zhe to come to ask for help, but in the end, there was no sign of Su Zhe in the morning, and his good mood quickly turned into anger, which cannot be said to be angry but unhappy.

Liar, promise to come to me!

Xiangbei stood in front of the stove with a cold face, holding the spatula and crossing his arms, and the crew members who came to urge the dishes did not dare to show their air.

In fact, Su Zhe didn’t do it on purpose. He couldn’t stop working. The scenes he filmed in the morning involved several periods of time, and the lighting kept changing. How could the Grass Stage team adjust the lighting so frequently, sticking to one headlight at one angle, and in the evening the headlights are directly replaced with warm light sources, and the work is done. The shots with a single or less light source are rigid, ugly and fake, and the actors all have yin and yang faces. It's the result of not paying attention.

Su Zhe just stood there all morning bored, watching Zhang Chunhua's scenes go by, and receiving secret smiles from Zhang Chunhua from time to time. The painting itself will disappear, and then he will regret it.He stayed like this until noon, and finally had a chance to rest. He didn't even have time to pick up his lunch box, so he ran to the kitchen where Xiang Bei was.

The production team here is also eating, and laughter is coming from the director's booth. It seems that the afternoon's play is also very tight, and the director does not leave the scene. Su Zhe has no choice but to poke his head in. Looking at Wen Hai's back.

The smiling faces of Wen Hai and the director disappeared instantly after seeing Su Zhe. Wen Hai even gave Xiang Bei a look.

Everyone in a shed was stunned, but no one said anything. Anyone with a little work experience would understand that the first one to rush out was the stunned young man.

Wen Hai was not in this list, or his emotions made him unable to make a correct judgment: "What's the matter? Did you come to eat face today?"

Su Zhe gave a dry laugh, and silently recited the name of Zhang Chunhua a hundred times in his heart, squeezed out a smiling face and approached Xiang Bei, glanced at Xiang Bei's face covered with frost, and was a little puzzled for a while: I don't seem to have done anything to offend him something?

The narration box appeared very timely: Xiangbei doesn't want to deal with liars.

fraud?

Su Zhe was at a loss and didn't quite understand what happened. He thought about it for a long time, and it seemed that the only thing he said in the morning that he wanted to meet up failed to take place, but how can he be blamed for this!

"I can't leave in the morning." Su Zhe said in a low voice.

"That's right, Su Zhe has gone to the big production team now, which is different from our grass-roots team." Wen Hai said with a smile, "Xiang Bei, from now on we will play, and others will not be able to climb up."

Su Zhe maintained his smiling face, and said in a low voice: "Brother Wen was joking, thanks to the director and you for being considerate of me, otherwise I can only go home and rest right now."

These words were already showing weakness, the director's expression softened, and after a few polite words, Wen Hai sneered, and was about to continue stabbing people, Xiang Bei suddenly picked up a lunch box from the table next to him and put it heavily in front of Su Zhe's eyes, There was a thud, and there was a dead silence in the director's studio.

Su Zhe was confused for a while, and soon realized that he was already mentally prepared before he picked up the lunch box and opened it. Even if it was full of chili peppers, he would eat it as nectar and jade dew. Unexpectedly, he would see it after opening it But it is very normal twice-cooked pork, which is still fried with sweet peppers. He does not eat peppers or any irritating food, and pays attention to maintenance, after all, he is often injured.

The twice-cooked pork is spread on the rice, half of the tiger skin egg is cut open, and the other half is braised Chiba tofu with minced meat. He likes to eat the tiger skin egg. It is very cumbersome to make. I didn't expect Xiang Bei to cook this kind of dish that would take time.

Su Zhe hesitated, put the boxed lunch on the table and held the chopsticks with his left hand. He can use both hands, but his left hand can’t write. It’s okay to eat, but there are no chairs in the director’s studio, and the table is too short. If he wanted to eat like this, he could only bend down and stick out his buttocks, his posture was very awkward.

"I'll go out to eat, thank you Xiang Bei."

Su Zhe picked up the lunch box and was about to change places. Unexpectedly, as soon as he made a move, Xiang Bei picked up the box lunch, opened it and held it in front of his eyes, then turned his head and said to Wen Hai nonchalantly: "What did you say that female star did just now?" gone?"

Everyone was stunned, and then started to move again like the picture of pressing the start button. Wen Hai talked about the gossip of female stars, and Su Zhe ate the lunch box brought to his mouth. Although his left hand had not been touched for a long time, I have used it in this way but I still have the basic skills. It is not a problem to grill rice, not to mention that the rice is really delicious.

Twice-cooked pork is fat but not greasy, the fat part is crispy and fragrant, the lean part is soft and palatable, without the slightest fishy smell, the dry-pot tofu is creamy and soft, and the taste is elastic. Soy products and minced meat are a perfect match. Su Zhe is really hungry After a few bites, more than half of them were killed, and he didn't even have time to take care of other people. He felt full and comfortable, and he realized that Xiangbei had been supported for so long—for him.

If there is no notification from the narration box, who can resist going north?

Su Zhe suddenly felt a little emotional, did Xiang Bei really like anyone?Does it happen when you like someone?Will he fail?If I didn't have a narration frame, would I have fallen by now?No, if there was no narration frame, I would not be so resistant to Northward, and Northward would not be so interested, a little butterfly effect.

"Can't eat anymore?" Xiang Bei's doubtful voice sounded.

"Eat enough, take a rest." Su Zhe said, "Don't eat too fast."

"You were really unhappy when you were eating before." Xiang Bei thought for a while and said.

Wen Hai asked: "Did you often eat together before?"

"I live in Su Zhe's house." Xiang Bei said.

Su Zhe noticed that Wen Hai's expression changed instantly. He was a little bit angry, a little bit shocked, and a little bit distressed. He quickly said, "Don't you have a place to live? Then come to my house. I live alone, and we can share points all night."

"Where is your home?" Xiang Bei asked.

Su Zhe noticed that a narration frame was slowly unfolding: It's started, the trick to the north.

"I have a rented house here in HD." Wen Hai seemed eager to say, "Shall we go there tonight?"

"You have an early show tomorrow." When it came to work, the director spoke immediately.

"Oh, let's go this weekend. It's not far, just two hours away." Wen Hai said.

"I really don't know why you are renting this house? It's too expensive to live in, and there's no time to go back and forth." The drama manager said casually.

"I'm happy, can you control it?" Wen Hai said angrily, and smiled at Xiang Bei again, "Go?"

"No, I live in Su Zhe's room, which is quite good." Xiang Bei said casually, "It's so close, you can just walk, it's convenient."

Zhang Chunhua's crew will also give Su Zhe a room. Since they are all in the same hotel and the rooms are of the same grade, they don't bother to change them, just keep them as they are.

This reason is impeccable, Wen Hai smiled and looked at Su Zhe with knives in his eyes.

Su Zhe saw that it was useless, so he could only quickly finish his meal, and approached Xiang Bei and said, "I have something to ask you."

"Okay." Xiang Bei put on a smug expression, "Accompany me to the kitchen? I'll listen while I work."

"Okay, okay." Su Zhe didn't dare to protest at this time, so he quickly agreed, "Let's go."

When Su Zhe walked out of the director's studio, he could still feel the knife Wen Hai stabbed at his back, each knife was colder than the other.