The Cannon Fodder Strikes Back

Regarding the matter of the movie, Yun Jinshu did not reply to Wen Zeyun in a hurry, but said that he wanted to read the script first before making a decision. Wen Zeyun didn't force it, and chatted with him again with a smile, as if he had completely forgotten about the serious matter of signing the contract. .

Yun Jinshu is very good at telling jokes, and can make Wen Zeyun fall back and forth in just a few words. If you don't know the inextricable entanglements behind the two, you will definitely think that they are close old friends.

But Zhao Hanchuan, who knew the truth, was not so at ease. He had been secretly observing Yun Jinshu, seeing him talking and laughing freely, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart that he really didn't see the wrong person. People are amazed.

Finally it was lunch time, Wen Zeyun raised his hand to look at his watch, patted his head and said, "Oh, I've had so much fun chatting that I forgot the time, it's already past one o'clock in the afternoon, it's better to choose a day than hit it, anyway, Jiang Zi invited me together Let's eat together, shall we?"

Yun Jinshu thought that he was already exhausted just by dealing with him alone, if he came to Han Jiang again, would he have to kill himself?

Shaking his head, he smiled and said, "Let's forget it. I still have an announcement in the afternoon. I'm afraid the time will be too late. Even if I go, it will be a disappointment for everyone."

Wen Zeyun frowned, his round face puffed up a bit reluctantly, he turned his head and said to Zhao Hanchuan: "Mr. Zhao, your company is too oppressive, can't you even give me a lunch break? I finally met Jin Shu , can you just let him go?"

Zhao Hanchuan hesitated for a moment, Yun Jinshu turned his head to look at him, his eyes were full of water, almost imploring, Zhao Hanchuan understood, raised his eyebrows and said: "Xiao Wen, I don't care if I say that. , Jin Shu is a newcomer, the company strictly stipulates that he must participate in some activities, if he doesn't go, it will be very troublesome."

"Is that so..." Wen Zeyun curled his lips in frustration, "If I knew it earlier, I should have called Jiang Zi early in the morning and asked him to warn that guy Li Ke not to oppress you like this, you hateful capitalist."

Yun Jinshu automatically ignored the intimacy in his tone when he mentioned Han Jiang, put down his teacup and patted him on the shoulder affectionately and said, "Okay, I promise I will come to apologize next time, isn't it okay?"

Only then was Wen Zeyun satisfied, and a smile appeared on a baby's face.

Sitting in Zhao Hanchuan's car, Yun Jinshu leaned tiredly on the back of the chair, half of his face was covered by the baseball cap on his head, and he couldn't see the expression on his face. He didn't speak in a low voice until the car drove a long way:

"Brother Zhao, thank you today."

Zhao Hanchuan paused with his fingers on the steering wheel, and said with a wry smile, "Thank you for what I did. I didn't think well today. I didn't expect you and Xiao Wen... to have this kind of relationship."

Yun Jinshu pretended to be confused with his understanding, and laughed, "What are you talking about, what is my relationship with him, isn't it just a friend of a friend? I want to thank you because you helped me make up the pretense of an announcement in the afternoon. "

Zhao Hanchuan saw him gossiping about him, so he had no choice but to say: "There is nothing to thank, I am your manager and I should be thinking of you, not to mention... your complexion is really bad, do you want me to help you?" Take you to eat something first?"

"No need, I don't have much appetite, probably because I drank too much tea, just take me home." Yun Jinshu smiled with the corners of his mouth curled up, took out his phone and glanced at it.

There are no missed calls, no text messages, and the battery is full, which means that Han Jiang has not replied to his text messages so far.

He stuffed the phone into his pocket indiscriminately. He wanted to zip up the coat, but his fingers didn't work. After several attempts, he couldn't get it right. At this moment, Zhao Hanchuan grabbed his hand.

"Don't be brave, just say it when you feel uncomfortable."

His gaze was too serious, and there was even a hint of pity that was hard to detect. Yun Jinshu didn't want to make others feel sorry for him, and he didn't want to show weakness in front of acquaintances, so he pulled his hand back and continued to smile indifferently, "Oh, Brother Zhao, I'm really fine, you I think too much, I just don't have an appetite, I'm dying, don't look at me like this, okay?"

"I really didn't think so much before. I just watched Wen Zeyun's micro-movie and thought he was quite talented. You can try his movie, but since everyone doesn't get along well, we won't do this movie."

It is rare for Zhao Hanchuan to explain his behavior like now, but he couldn't help but say a few more words when he saw this Yunjin book.

In fact, he is very strange, not to mention his eccentric personality, and he also likes to lose his temper. His face is stinky all day long, as if others owe him, but only those who are familiar with him know that this person is actually very righteous, even As the saying goes...it's quite short-sighted.

As long as he treats you as his own, he will support you unconditionally, regardless of right and wrong, he will be absolutely selfish and protect his shortcomings to the extreme.

Apparently Yun Jinshu also realized this, he leaned back and forth with a smile, and even raised his hand to wipe away the tears that flowed out, "Okay, Zhao Dapai, why didn't I realize that you have the potential of an old mother before, don't worry too much about me , be careful I will fall in love with you."

The corners of Zhao Hanchuan's mouth twitched, he rolled his eyes, his face turned black immediately, he stepped on the gas pedal, and the car sped away, leaving behind Yun Jinshu's uncontrollable laughter.

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Back at Emerald Villa, Yun Jinshu smelled the aroma of rice as soon as he entered the door, thinking that Zhang's mother had asked for leave to go back to her hometown, maybe she came back again?

"Mother Zhang, are you back? What are you doing, it smells so good."

The voice lingered in the empty living room, and no one responded at all, not even the shadow of the dedicated old housekeeper.

He was even more puzzled, and walked into the kitchen following the scent, and saw Han Jiang who was bending over to adjust the heat at a glance, and immediately stopped in his footsteps.

Han Jiang turned around when he heard the voice, saw him at a glance, and immediately smiled softly, "Are you back? Wait for a while, the meal will be ready soon."

Yun Jinshu was stunned, staring at a table full of dishes, it took a long time before he found his voice, "Why are you here?"

Han Jiang laughed, and wiped his hands on the apron. A tall man was wearing a white shirt, with the cuffs rolled up to reveal his strong arms, but a plaid apron was hanging around his neck. No matter how he looked at it, it was a bit funny.

"This is my home, where else can I go if I'm not here?"

"But you didn't..." Did you make an appointment with Wen Zeyun?

Yun Jinshu didn't say the following words, his throat seemed to be filled with a big fireball, stuck in his chest and couldn't move up or down, it was burning badly.

Han Jiang raised his eyebrows in confusion, "What?"

Yun Jinshu stood there, not knowing how to react. He thought that he would face the empty and cold room alone when he came back, and even began to imagine how Wen Zeyun would laugh at his disgraced mistress when he had dinner with Han Jiang at noon, but Han Jiang would actually come back, and without any warning... he came back! ?

"I sent you a text message before, and seeing that you didn't reply, I thought you were busy at noon."

Han Jiang was stunned for a moment, then suddenly frowned and patted his head, "Look at my brain, I just said that I forgot to do something, I just saw you saying that Zhang Ma was not here today, so I wanted to come back early I cook for you, but I forget when I go to the supermarket to buy something."

He had an annoyed look on his handsome face with a rare sincerity, perhaps Yun Jinshu had seen too much of his blandishments, and seeing him so calm at this time was a bit uncomfortable.

Unwilling to find out whether Wen Zeyun was lying or Han Jiang was lying, he went up and reached out to untie the apron tie around Han Jiang's waist, "Don't worry about it, leave it to me here, you go out and sit for a while."

Han Jiang held his hand from behind, pulled him to his chest, and asked with a chuckle, "I'm all done, and there's only one soup left. Last time I made ginger syrup, you were surprised for a long time. I have to show you what I say today."

Yun Jinshu just raised the corners of his mouth reluctantly, smiled perfunctorily and did not speak.

Han Jiang saw that something was wrong with him, and coaxed, "What's wrong, why is your face so ugly? You didn't say anything when you went out today, is it because someone made my Jinshu unhappy?"

Yun Jinshu shook his head with a smile, "No, it's just that Zhao Dapai dragged him to see the director early in the morning and didn't sleep well."

Han Jiang laughed, hugged him tightly and said, "Hehe, which director did you go to see? Do you need my help?"

Yun Jinshu paused for a moment, and wanted to let everything go, but then he thought, if he said it so simply, he would become an ugly and jealous clown, losing his momentum before the battle was fought.

What's more, I haven't caught Han Jiang's heart yet, what status and status are I in charge of the palace?He understands why he can't eat a fox and make a show of himself.

Shaking his head, he put his arms around Han Jiang's waist and pulled himself closer to him, "Boss Han, if I can't even handle a 'director', why should I stay in this Emerald Villa?"

This was a pun, but Han Jiang obviously didn't think about it, he just raised the corner of his mouth and whispered in Yun Jinshu's ear, "How do you want to deal with the director? Like me?"

He reached out and picked up Yun Jinshu's shirt, and stroked his smooth back a few times with his hands. The poor Doraemon T-shirt was rolled up, revealing a thin and white waist.

Yun Jinshu pushed him away at the right time, thinking about what expression Han Jiang would have if he knew that the "director" he was talking about was Wen Zeyun, the more he thought about it, the more funny he felt, and even the expression became a lot happier.

"If he is willing to be below, I can also consider it, but if Boss Han is willing to let me do it, that's another matter."

Han Jiang laughed angrily, stretched out his hand to squeeze his buttocks, and pushed him hard on the opposite table, "Say it again if you have the ability, which one of us will do who?"

Yun Jinshu kicked his foot lightly, then rubbed Han Jiang's lower body a few times with his toes half-truly, and smiled a little seductively: "Hey, Boss Han, why are you changing? It doesn't look good holding up your apron."

Accustomed to seeing Yun Jinshu's indifferent appearance, suddenly seeing his almost seductive expression, Han Jiang felt his throat dry up, he raised the corners of his mouth and laughed a few times, pressed forward step by step, and grabbed Yun Jinshu The ankle of the book, leaning down, the voice is a little hoarse: "I haven't eaten yet, I'm full and thinking about lust, I want to play hard to get, huh?"

Yun Jinshu sneered, grabbed his tie and moved forward, leaned up and bit his thick lips gently, and at the end he did not forget to lick him with his soft tongue and said, "The point is not It's about what I think, but whether Boss Han likes it or not?"

Han Jiang's eyes were darkened by Yun Jinshu's teasing, and he tore off his tie casually, "...it's not too bad."

Yun Jinshu smiled very meaningfully, raised his hands around his neck, and nibbled his Adam's apple. The fresh soup simmering on the stove was still bubbling, and the aroma of food wafted from the whole kitchen.

Han Jiang's interest was completely aroused, he overwhelmed him by the clean sink, and separated Yun Jinshu's legs...