Plug-ins fell from the sky

From the premiere to the last scene of "Love", Zhuang Qinghe didn't go to see it, and Li Zhile didn't invite him either.

Zhou Mengmeng once asked, "Why didn't Zhuang Qinghe come to see it?"

Li Zhile's expression was very strange, "Why did he come to see it?"

When "Last Night's Starlight" was broadcast on TV, Zhuang Qinghe kept chasing after one episode. After watching it, his temper would become very bad. He didn't like the heroine in it. When he lost his temper, he asked the kitchen to make bitter gourd every day.

Li Zhile didn't care much about whether the food was good or not at that time, but now he does.

It's so bitter, how do you eat it?

So he pretended that he didn't hear what Zhou Mengmeng said, and he didn't mention it when he was with Zhuang Qing.

After the work on "Love" was over, Qi Shi talked to Li Zhile carefully and asked him what he planned to do next.

Li Zhile was lying on the sofa with the new script in his hand, but he couldn't read it. The screen of the laptop was still on. The photo of Li Zhile and the male number two of "Love" was used as a news picture.

It seems like a cunning choice for Li Zhile to go to filming or acting in a drama, because he has nothing to do, and his mind is blank, he has lost his memory and has no goal.

Li Zhile turned over, quietly looking at the green porcelain cup on the tea table, the green cup wall, with unknown flowers smeared on it.

The cup was given by Zhuang Qinghe.

Zhuang Qinghe knew everything about his clothes, his place of residence, his bank card account number, and his phone password.

He trusted Zhuang Qinghe without any precautions.

But that trust is simply too much.

Li Zhile put the new script aside, he doesn't plan to make movies anymore, whether it's facing the public or his ability in acting, he can barely be average, and he can't be excellent.

Zhuang Qinghe immediately knew that Li Zhile didn't want to film, and Zhuang Qinghe already had a premonition in his heart when Qi Shi told him.

Not working but not thinking about where to go, Li Zhile stayed at home, lying on the sofa, when Zhuang Qinghe entered, Li Zhile jumped up.

It turned out that he was not sleeping.

"Are you really not filming?" Zhuang Qinghe asked.

Li Zhile went barefoot to help Zhuang Qinghe push the wheelchair. Zhuang Qinghe likes to wash up first when he comes back. Li Zhile has long been familiar with Zhuang Qinghe's life style.

"Well, don't shoot anymore, it's too public and easy to die quickly."

Zhuang Qinghe: "It's not so easy to die now."

Pushing him to the bathroom door, Li Zhile didn't answer.

When the thick bathroom door closed, Li Zhile breathed a sigh of relief. Of course he could understand what Zhuang Qinghe meant, but he had a nightmare-like premonition in his heart.

It's as if something terrible is going to happen if this goes on.

But you can't tell Zhuang Qinghe this kind of thing. This is a monster's unique intuition. This kind of intuition often means that a catastrophe is imminent, and you can't run away immediately. You can't run far with Zhuang Qinghe.

Li Zhile doesn't believe in heaven or God, but he believes in his intuition.

Zhuang Qinghe came out of the shower, covered in steam, his brows were still radiant.

Li Zhile leaned over, and Zhuang Qinghe kissed him on the cheek.

"Did you have a good meal today?"

After the drama work was over, Li Zhile didn't go out much, unlike before, who left earlier than Zhuang Qinghe and arrived home later than Zhuang Qinghe.

Li Zhile squatted down, her cheeks were still fair, but her lips were pale, looking haggard.

"Would you like to visit the place where I work?" Zhuang Qinghe doesn't like people who don't distinguish between public and private, but he speaks out when he sees Li Zhile's words.

Li Zhile didn't like to disturb other people's work, so he simply shook his head.

"Actually, you can also film a scene when you are bored. Don't you have many fans?"

When it comes to fans, Li Zhile can be regarded as the most irresponsible actor. He basically disappears for a while and then reappears, and basically does not promote it when he appears.

He never thought that someone would go to see him and send flowers to him by calling his name.

Although this feeling makes people very happy, but occasionally I wonder if these people are really here for themselves?

"They just like the image they imagined. No one really likes Li Zhile." Li Zhile looked at Zhuang Qinghe's knee, which seemed to be very comfortable, so he simply knelt on the ground and lay on Zhuang Qinghe's knee.

"It's going to be dirty."

"Auntie cleans it well every day."

"Even if what they like is the image you acted on, they are still liked by others. Besides, I just want to like the real Li Zhile."

Li Zhile raised his head, "I don't even know why I am called Li Zhile."

"Knowledge of knowledge, joy of happiness, so it is called Li Zhile." Zhuang Qinghe thought of the previous answer.

Li Zhile smiled lightly, and there was a little more blood on Baibai's cheeks.

Zhuang Qinghe asked Mu Daojing when he would be able to leave. Mu Daojing doesn't need money, but many magic tools and treasures can be bought with money.

Zhuang Qinghe is rich and powerful, and after cooperating with Zhuang Qinghe, the Xiaoyao faction is even more generous.

"Mr. Zhuang, no one has used this cultivation method before, so it will take a long time to be effective."

Li Zhile fell asleep next to Zhuang Qinghe, his cheeks became paler, his face was bloodless, his eyes were closed, Zhuang Qinghe stretched out his hand to check his breath.

In the past few days, he would find that Li Zhile's breathing became weaker and weaker day by day.