The little star I hold is a real big guy

Faced with the ridicule of enthusiastic netizens, Zhang Chaohe fled. The program team urgently contacted Jiasheng, hoping to advance the schedule of the promotional photo shooting to tomorrow to cooperate with the announcement.

And the bored netizens began to guess Jiaqiang's challenge guest lineup when Mr. Zhang didn't respond at all. Jiaqiang's artists were crazy about the enthusiasm, and all kinds of trivial things had to be posted on Weibo to show their presence.

The afternoon passed quickly, and of course Zhang Chaohe couldn't really ask Li Yimao to invite him to dinner, so he asked Special Assistant Jiang to arrange the restaurant on the pretext of cleaning up Cheng Xuelan.Although this private restaurant has good privacy, it is still unavoidable to meet other acquaintances. As soon as Zhang Chaohe came in, he ran into Zhang Yinshan's good friend Mr. Zhou.

The other party in the game came to visit the box as a courtesy, and also mentioned his many investments in the film and television industry to get closer. Zhang Chaohe had to drink some wine; Cheng Jixue, who was protecting her voice, also turned red and respected him.

In the past, Zhang Chaohe was also a titan who drank countless opponents when he was entertaining, so he naturally didn't take this little wine seriously.

When Cheng Xuelan also poured wine to toast him, only to find that Zhang Chaohe, who was still able to turn the wine glass with one hand with his chin propped up just now, had already sat still.

He closed his eyes quietly, breathed heavily, and fell asleep without making a sound.

It was also the first time that Cheng Xuelan saw such a good wine at the wine table for many years. After drinking too much, he would not make a sound and sleep quietly, so no one dared to wake up Mr. Zhang, and continued to drink on the other side of the table.

Cheng Xuelan first explained the planning direction for everyone. For Cheng Jixue, she wanted to create a "star" in the traditional sense. She didn't ask Cheng Jixue why she wanted to enter the entertainment circle. There are so many opera actors changing careers. See, it's nothing more than feeling hopeless and wanting to make more money.

But for Li Yimao, Cheng Xuelan said a little more rarely: "Actually, we have met before, but you may not have paid attention to me. Do you know, in fact, Teacher Zhang Feng was interested in you at the beginning."

"At that time, you and Xu Shen were good seedlings in Group A, and it was difficult for Mr. Zhang Feng to choose between you," Cheng Xuelan talked eloquently: "In the end, he voted for the key one because of Xu Shen's original song. I voted for him, and after I stepped off the stage, I heard you and Du Ze arguing, you said that you wrote the song, but Du Ze threatened you and refused to let you say it."

Li Yimao was stunned for a moment. Zhang Feng was the mentor of a music talent show that he participated in when he first entered the industry. The memory that had been almost forgotten was revealed again, and the quarrel seemed to have faded.

"How much did you get for that song?"

"18, treat my mother." Li Yimao stared at the half-empty Moutai bottle on the table. It was hard to see how much wine was in the porcelain-white bottle, but the red silk was wet with the wine. Sticking to the mouth of the bottle: "Even if I do it all over again, I will still sell songs. I can't watch my mother die of illness."

"From now on, you don't have to sell songs," Cheng Xuelan bumped glasses with him, "Bless you."

Mei Jinghan is not an artist she brings, and Cheng Xuelan doesn't want to say much, but just suggested that he take the route of fast food idol dramas, but since he has decided to sign a contract with the company, he will probably be crazy about filming in variety shows in the future to cash in for the company. Become a new generation of working machines.

The four of them drank until almost ten o'clock, and Zhang Chaohe slept quietly until ten o'clock like a sculpture, his face flushed.Cheng Jixue patted him lightly, and he opened his eyes in a daze, his eyes seemed to be still awake.

Cheng Xuelan called his assistant to pick them up, Mei Jinghan and Li Yimao were drinking a little unsteadily, Zhang Chaohe even called the driver to take them back first.

Cheng Jixue had to protect her throat and drank the least, sitting here with Zhang Chaohe sobering up, Zhang Chaohe suddenly said: "Walk back with me, I have an apartment nearby."

There was a hint of sarcasm in Cheng Jixue's expression—but his voice was still with a gentle smile: "Alright Mr. Zhang, please slow down."

Zhang Chaohe strode out of the box, and even greeted the waiter without any abnormality, then he stood on the front porch for a while.

Cheng Jixue waited patiently beside him, not knowing what he was going to do.

"Why don't you leave?" Zhang Chaohe said to the pillar next to him with his hands behind his back, "Are you waiting for the courier?"

Cheng Jixue: He carefully judged the expression of the other party. Zhang Chaohe lowered his eyebrows, his long eyelashes covered the bloodshot eyes, the red cloud on his face had not faded, even his lips were red eagerly, and there was a tinge of redness where he pursed his lips. The circle is soft pink and white.

"Mr. Zhang?" Cheng Jixue called him tentatively.

"Uh..." Zhang Chaohe looked at him as if suddenly enlightened: "Are you also waiting for the courier?"

Cheng Jixue called Special Assistant Jiang with a blank expression.

Special Assistant Jiang was putting on a facial mask, and when he heard the words, he sat up from the sofa instantly, and the unscrupulous boss hinted that the artist would send him home after drinking, why did he listen to such a statement today?

However, in the blink of an eye, Special Assistant Jiang remembered the first version of the nurturing contract that Zhang Chaohe asked her to draft, and suddenly fell into a rare hesitation since she started her career.

She let the mask hang on her face for a while, but decided to go against her conscience: "Mr. Zhang does have a duplex apartment nearby. Please send him there. I'll send you the address."

Cheng Jixue hailed a car and coaxed Zhang Chaohe into the back seat.He looked handsome and elegant on the outside, but in fact his hands were not weak at all. Zhang Chaohe had been obediently looking down at his wrists after getting into the car, and Cheng Jixue realized that half of his wrists were red because he hadn't paid attention to the strength of his hands just now.

"Uh..." Cheng Jixue sighed silently, squeezed the corners of his eyes hard to calm down his emotions, he was afraid that Zhang Chaohe would wake up the next day and recall that his own character would collapse, so he had to rub his red wrist for him.

As a result, Mr. Zhang looked like a cool guy, but in fact his skin was extremely sensitive. As soon as Cheng Jixue rubbed it twice, the area on his wrist turned red arrogantly, which was even more eye-catching under the radiant blue mother-of-pearl dial.

Cheng Jixue completely gave up on the idea of ​​rescue, and looked out of the car window with a pure heart.The driver secretly watched the two particularly eye-catching passengers behind him through the rearview mirror, and said cheerfully: "You two don't look like ordinary people, boyfriend?"

It has only been two or three years since the country passed the same-sex marriage law, but it is no surprise that drivers have traveled all over the world.

"No," Cheng Jixue said in a standard Beijing movie, "This is my boss."

"Hey, what do you two do? You look so iconic!"

"I sing Peking Opera." Cheng Jixue smiled.

"It's a coincidence! When I was young, my grandfather and my father always listened to it. I will beat the drums and scold Cao for you. Can you give me some advice?"

The driver tried his voice, and spoke confidently while turning the steering wheel: "In the old days, Han Xin was under the crotch, and the hero went to the end of the world. Later, he took the stage to be handsome, and helped protect the Han Dynasty Jinbang's house. Tomorrow, he will go and scold the thief. , desperately dying to be stained with yellow sand..."

Zhang Chaohe, who had been hanging his head in the back seat, suddenly raised his head, and took out his mobile phone from his pocket like a corpse. The driver's high-pitched singing was interrupted by the sudden light on the screen in the back seat, and even Cheng Jixue, who was beside him, was stunned for a moment. .

Zhang Chaohe still had his eyes closed, and frantically pressed the screen at the driver in a daze, with a dissatisfied tone: "Change the channel! Change the channel!!"

Driver: After pulling them to the place, the master driver slammed the accelerator and disappeared in a straight line, driving the car as if a dog was chasing it.

This duplex apartment is a property developed by Hengxiang's real estate company for young people and some businesses. The selling point is the new living style. It is probably the most down-to-earth house under Zhang Chaohe's name.

Cheng Jixue entered the room according to the code given by Jiang Tezhu. Zhang Chaohe still knew how to take off his shoes. In front of the sofa, a big gift suddenly fell down, buried his face on the sofa and stopped moving.

Cheng Jixue looked at his upside down posture with cold eyes, and there was no expression on his smiling face.Mr. Zhang, who was always well-dressed, pouted in a strange posture, a little pitiful, but Cheng Ji Xue looked up at the bedroom on the second floor of the duplex apartment, and coldly decided to let him fall down that night.

He was about to push the door open, when he suddenly heard Zhang Chaohe yell angrily: "I want to eat rice!"

Cheng Jixue paused for a moment with the hand holding the doorknob, and then opened the door without hesitation and turned to leave.

Zhang Chaohe woke up in the morning, his neck felt as if it had been trampled by ten thousand horses, his joints were so stiff that he could hear the crackling of his joints.His suit was ravaged like a rag, and his watch, which he hadn't taken off overnight, even had a fairly complete red mark on his handsome face.

He sat on the thick and soft plush carpet trying to recall last night, and found in despair that not only was he not drinking well, but he was also fucking broken!

Zhang Chaohe covered his face in annoyance, and could only wish that he hadn't done anything embarrassing to his reputation. This house was completely the product of stamp collection by the original owner out of curiosity about the house type. He didn't even have a change of clothes, so he had to call Special Assistant Jiang arranged for someone to deliver the clothes.

Special Assistant Jiang hesitated to speak on the phone: "How was last night?"

Zhang Chaohe asked strangely: "How about what? It's okay, but the neck hurts a bit."

I don't know what Assistant Jiang made up for, she gasped, and advised him hesitantly: "Well...how about you report it to Director Zhang."

Zhang Chaohe was very puzzled: "I live where I like, why did I report to him?"

Seeing that he avoided talking about it, Jiang Tezhu immediately understood, and changed the subject considerately: "There is a shooting schedule for "Dream Training Camp" this afternoon, please take a good rest in the morning, and I will let Lao Liu pick you up in the afternoon."

When mentioning the driver Lao Liu Zhang Chaohe subconsciously complained: "Old Liu sent me back yesterday and threw me on the sofa. I almost caught a cold. Fortunately, I am in good shape."

He didn't have the impression of drinking too much at all, and thought it was Lao Liu who brought it back to him.

Special Assistant Jiang was silent for two seconds, then said "oh" dryly, and at the same time secretly thanked that she didn't talk much.In order to prevent Mr. Zhang from causing unnecessary misunderstandings in the future, Special Assistant Jiang decided to tell him the truth: "Old Liu sent Li Yimao and Mei Jinghan off yesterday, and Mr. Cheng sent you there."

Zhang Chaohe closed his eyes peacefully, and quietly said: "Why don't we just take the posthumous photos in the afternoon."

The author says:

Special Assistant Jiang [sorrowful and indisputable]: You won't be able to do anything if you are given a great opportunity;

Don't worry, babies!There are enough manuscripts!