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Putting down the phone and tossing and turning on the bed, Zhao Yimian felt inexplicably irritable.

Originally, I just wanted to play a game before taking a nap to soothe my mood. Unexpectedly, after playing the game, my mood not only did not get better, but became worse!

She pressed the pillow that Shen Mingchu had slept on to her head, and said angrily, "Sleep!"

The messy bed, the woman sprawled all over, the pillow pressed against her face, I don't know, I thought it was a murder scene.

Zhao Yimian's biological clock has always been inaccurate.

Under the premise that she repeatedly stays up late and dies every day, her body has long been uncertain when to secrete melatonin, so she gets sleepy at nine o'clock, sleeps until one o'clock in the morning, writes until five o'clock and then goes to bed. It's really normal before marriage.

The only thing that is accurate is probably the biological clock of the afternoon nap.

No matter whether she wakes up at six o'clock in the morning or 11:30 in the morning, anyway, after a while, when it is close to 01:30, she will definitely be too sleepy to open her eyes, no matter how bored or troubled she is in her heart Things, she can also sleep well, instead of tossing and turning and having trouble falling asleep after taking medicine frequently like at night.

When I woke up, it was already six o'clock in the afternoon.

Around dinner time.

According to legend, dusk is the time when demons meet, and day and night alternate, which is a good time for ghosts to come out to make troubles.

Zhao Yimian was actually very afraid of waking up at this time.

One day fell asleep without her knowing, giving her a sense of guilt for wasting time and life. At the same time, the day was not over yet, so she couldn't escape into her own personal world at night. Standing aside, watching the excitement of others with cold eyes——

And she has nothing.

Just as she was in a daze, the phone rang suddenly.

Zhao Yimian slowly went to get the phone——

Friends who are familiar with her know that Zhao Yimian is a person who would rather send a thousand-character text message than make a one-minute phone call. She hates making calls more than washing dishes. In addition, she almost never leaves her mobile phone. , I can always reply as soon as I see a message, so unless it is a particularly urgent mobile phone, everyone will give her priority in sending text messages.

The only ones who will call her are insurance and financial English sales in addition to express delivery.

As for real estate, she hasn't received it yet, maybe because she thinks she is not worthy.

Zhao Yimian first ruled out express delivery and takeaway. She didn't buy anything recently, and secondly, she just got up and didn't have time to open a certain package. Although she is a little hungry now, Zhao Yimian feels that she should not have lighted up yet. The skill of sleepwalking order takeout.

Thinking this way, she jumped off the bed the moment she got the phone.

"takeout?!"

"Hi, hello, yes, it's me, are you already outside the door? I'll open the door for you..."

Zhao Yimian stepped on her slippers in a daze and prepared to open the door.

When did she order takeout?

When he was almost at the door, he was shocked and suddenly realized.

Couldn't it be... murdering someone for money, right?

The eerie music of today's sermon came to her mind.

Looking at a certain group of brothers carrying takeaways on the monitor, countless dark thoughts circled in Zhao Yimian's mind.

To open the door, or not to open the door?

this is a problem.

But this problem was solved when she found out that there was an unread WeChat message.

Shen Mingchu: "I ordered takeaway for you. Don't turn off your phone on silent. It will arrive at about six o'clock. Remember to pick it up."

Only then did she breathe a sigh of relief, and patted her head. What was she thinking in her head!

……

After eating the takeaway Shen Mingchu ordered, Zhao Yimian's impoverished heart and stomach were soothed.

She didn't know how long she hadn't posted on social media, but she posted a rare Weibo.

"Thanks to my wife who works outside for ordering takeaway for me. It feels like eating soft rice, it's really delicious! (with pictures)"

The response to this Weibo post was mediocre, and some people even asked which wife it was.

There is no way, the Internet literature circle is so complicated and chaotic, especially for female authors, it is a very common operation for one person to sit in the entire harem, and it is also common for one person to be the wife of multiple people.

Zhao Yimian couldn't control his urge to show off, and immediately retweeted the comment: "Which other wife could it be? Of course it is the wife who married me and raised me! This bowl of pasta is already a married person, please keep it with me." distance, I want to guard my wife like a jade."

Because the marriage happened too fast, Zhao Yimian didn't specifically inform her in the social circle.

At first, I forgot, but later I found it troublesome.

Shen Mingchu's identity is not easy to explain, and who to marry is a big problem. Although Shen Mingchu never told her to keep this matter a secret, Zhao Yimian felt that he had the responsibility to keep the fact that she was married for her.

Normally Zhao Yimian's Weibo doesn't have a lot of interactions, so she always clicks in when someone comments. When she sees a red dot on the message bar, she immediately clicks in. There is a new comment message:

Every day is ten: show you my wife (picture: Shen Mingchu)

Zhao Yimian was like an oxygen tank that was scorched by flames, it exploded in no time!

She replied snappingly: "What is your wife, she is my wife, okay?"

The other person replied: "My wife is lying next to me, don't talk nonsense!"

Zhao Yimian: "This is the takeaway my wife ordered for me!"

Day to day to day to day: "My wife said no."

Zhao Yimian threw away the phone, looked up to the sky and screamed, "Ah——"

She was so pissed off, she was going to fight this man for [-] rounds!

But after taking the phone and clicking on the comment records of the two, her expression suddenly became subtle.

This...why does it seem like two fans care about / obscene idols.

Similar conversations are not uncommon in fan circles...

She vaguely remembered that when she was in the dormitory, she heard Hu Yu and the same group of little sisters talking on voice, a group of people were arguing about whose husband brother xx was, and the fabricated facts were more exaggerated than the other, one said that her husband was on my bed, the other said that her brother was in Cooking for me is really similar to her arguing with the day to day.

Zhao Yimian twitched the corners of her mouth.

So for a long time, people are just joking with her?

She was actually quite angry.

She allowed herself to read those comments calmly. Every day wants Rishi to be actually a gay friend she met on the Internet. She chatted a few times and had a good relationship. Occasionally interacting with Weibo, she can also play a joke.

I read the comments of the two of them a few more times——

"Damn, delete it, delete it. What the hell, I am the only one who can call my wife."

She was angry and deleted the comment left by Ri Ri Yao Ri Shi on this Weibo.

Whether it's a joke or not, when I see someone calling my wife my wife, I'm so angry, it's really so angry that it almost rushes to the top of the sky.

After deleting the comment, she took the phone and hesitated for a long time before typing Shen Mingchu's name in the search bar.

Shen Mingchu's Weibo can clearly see traces of company management.

Weibo doesn’t have many fans, at least not many compared to the one or two top streamers who become popular every year, but the number of forwarded comments and likes is very stable. It can be seen that the authenticity of the data is quite high. The main content except business Apart from still photos and selfies, there are all kinds of advertisements. The number of the former is far less than that of the latter. At a glance, it is almost impossible to find a few microblogs that sound like Shen Mingchu himself edited.

Zhao Yimian clicked on the comment section.

Gas cerebral congestion.

Withdrew, followed, and angrily sent a series of groundhog growling emoticons to Shen Mingchu's WeChat.

"what--"

She is so angry!

The main task in the first week of the crew is actually to read the script, get familiar with the characters, understand the characters that the actors will play each other, and make sufficient preparations for the next start.

This work is not easy, because even if the actors have already had enough familiarity with the script before this, and have a full understanding and shaping of the characters, there will still be many conflicts when formally communicating with the screenwriter and director Where there are contradictions, sometimes the deviation of understanding will bring about huge differences in concepts. The good-tempered crew may have repeated discussions, and the bad-tempered crew may have a few quarrels.

Although Shen Mingchu took the high-speed train for four hours to arrive at the production crew, the director was not polite to her, but immediately caught her to the place where the script was read and asked her to put herself into work as soon as possible. She and the director are acquaintances who have collaborated on a work before, and they both know each other's character and temper, so they didn't get angry, and soon entered the state of work, and only found time to order a takeaway for Zhao Yimian in the middle.

She still doesn't know that her little wife is eating vinegar for no reason.

When she returned to her bedroom and finally had time to look at her phone, it was already eight o'clock in the evening.

Looking at a series of groundhog emoticons, she showed a puzzled expression, "What's wrong, Mianmian."

The other end replied quickly, "Nothing."

Shen Mingchu raised his eyebrows.

Realized something was wrong.

Usually when you ask your girlfriend and wife what's wrong, and the other party replies that you are nothing, the alarm bell should ring in your heart.

Eighty-nine times out of ten this is the prelude to a cold war or a quarrel. You'd better reflect on yourself and see if you did something wrong.

Shen Mingchu knew that Zhao Yimian was not the kind of person who made trouble for no reason.

Her little girl has always been sensible and obedient, well-behaved and polite. Neglect, being considerate should not be an excuse for being ignored.

While tidying up the room, Shen Mingchu made a video call to Zhao Yimian.

Unexpectedly, the other end was connected quickly. The little girl was lying on the bed, her two white and tender feet were leaning against the doorway, her chin was pressed against the pillow, and the flesh on her cheeks was squeezed together, which was very bulging. Cute, as soon as I saw her, I asked in a soft voice: "Are you done with your work? Did you work hard?"

Can't see the slightest emotion.

Shen Mingchu hesitated for a while, but in the end he didn't ask directly, but instead asked: "Have you had dinner yet? Does the takeaway suit your appetite? Do you like this restaurant's food? If we like it, we will order this restaurant again next time. I have eaten here a few times with my friends, and the taste of his home is not bad.”

"Eat it, eat it, what about you? Is it still grass? It's just a little bit of food, and it's usually fine. Can you handle it at work?"

"Don't worry, my calorie intake will increase moderately during work."

Thinking of her three meals a day, Zhao Yimian wrinkled her nose a few times, "Being an artist is too hard. Fortunately, I didn't go when someone asked me to make a debut. If I eat grass for three meals a day, what kind of hell is this? .”

"I'm used to it. Maintaining body management is the basic quality of every artist. When will someone ask you to debut?"

This was the first time Shen Mingchu had heard of this matter.

Being approached by scouts has always been a good experience that Zhao Yimian used to brag about. She immediately shared this experience with Shen Mingchu with a smile on her face, "It was not long after the beginning of my junior year. Xiaoyu and I went to the furniture city to work part-time to distribute flyers , There was a man who sent me a postcard, said that I was good-looking, and asked me if I wanted to be a star. Then I googled his name. He is really an agent, not a liar. Yang Yunmeng and Li Ruobai are both him What about the stars I brought with me?"

"Really?" Shen Mingchu went through the information of these two celebrities in his mind, but he didn't have much impression, but he only knew a few of their more popular characters, but she didn't get too entangled in this matter, Directly following Zhao Yimian's thoughts, he praised, "Isn't it normal for an agent to take a fancy to our Mianmian? Mianmian is a pearl left behind by the entertainment industry. In my eyes, you are more beautiful than those other looks." Much better looking..."

Zhao Yimian smiled when she heard it, but said: "I've blown it, I've blown it... It's not that exaggerated, it's just so beautiful."

After tidying up the room and arranging everything in an orderly manner to suit his own wishes, Shen Mingchu went into the bathroom to wash up. By the time she came out of the bathroom with her hair blown, it was eleven o'clock and the video was turned on all the time. The phone had already started to heat up, and the battery had bottomed out. She picked up the phone outside the bathroom, plugged in the charger, put it on the phone stand, and saw that the scene on the other end of the video had changed.