Our president is stupid and rich

Early the next morning, both of them had to go out to work.

Knowing that Yi was begging for a sticky kiss before leaving, he took his things and left with a happy face.So much so that on the set, Zhang Zheng couldn't help asking in a low voice, "Are you going home to meet your girlfriend?"

Fang Zhiyi touched his face: "What's wrong?"

Zhang Zheng hummed: "It's too obvious."

Fang Zhiyi touched his nose: "It's someone I like very much."

The next few days were extremely busy, and it would take more than an hour to go back to the apartment, and it was too late.The two of them just called for a while before going to bed, and there was almost no contact with the others.Fang Zhiyi counted with his fingers during filming: It has been eight days since we last met.

After finishing work in the morning, Fang Zhiyi was about to go to eat when his phone rang suddenly: "Have you eaten yet?"

Fang Zhiyi's heart beat a few times suddenly: "Not yet."

There was a pause over there: "You go downstairs, I made you some food."

Fang Zhiyi said with a smile while running downstairs, "Did you forget that I can only eat vegetable leaves recently?"

"I know." Sheng Chang settled down, "You come down first."

Fang Zhiyi opened the co-pilot's door and sat in: "What meal?"

After not seeing Fang Zhiyi for a few days, the flesh on Yi's face has become less, only his eyes are still amazingly bright.Sheng Changan stroked his eyes with his fingertips: "Why are there such heavy dark circles?"

Fang Zhiyi laughed out loud: "The makeup teacher painted it."

Sheng Changan withdrew his hand in embarrassment and touched his ear: "That's it."

"What do you eat?" Fang Zhiyi leaned on the co-pilot and began to talk to Sheng Changan about the crew: "I am the only one in the crew who needs to lose weight, and they eat box lunches, so I can only hold myself I eat boiled cabbage leaves in my exclusive rice bowl. At the beginning, everyone thought, 'Ah, this is too much,' but now one or two of them came to my side to hang around."

Sheng Changan shook his head and smiled, and took out the lunch box from the driver's seat: "It's also vegetable leaves."

Fang Zhiyi: "..." I'm still not your favorite person!

Seeing his devastated expression, Sheng Changan laughed again, opened the lunch box, and showed it to him.

Fang Zhiyi let out a "wow": "Have you eaten yet?"

With a smile, Sheng Chang'an took out another lunch box containing everyday meals.

Fang Zhiyi: "..."

The lunch box is indeed full of vegetables, but the person who made it put a lot of thought into it. Although it looks light, the taste of each portion is different and very delicious.And probably considering the calorie issue, each serving is not too much, even if you eat all of them, you will not feel too full.

After finishing lunch, Fang Zhiyi slumped on the co-pilot: "It would be great if the crew also had such meals."

Sheng Changan put away the lunch box and put it back: "Did you only eat boiled cabbage when you were on the set?"

Fang Zhiyi glanced at him faintly and shook his head: "There are cabbage mixed with lettuce, white radish mixed with carrot, boiled winter melon, boiled white radish..."

Sheng Changan: "..."

Fang Zhiyi smacked the meal he had just eaten again, and heaved a sigh of relief: "Hey, this is a necessary sacrifice. When I last until May, I can start eating and drinking normally."

"In May?" Sheng Changan's eyes widened a bit. "Today is only March... the fifth."

Fang Zhiyi nodded: "Yes, I still have about two months of vegetable time." He reached out and took out a box of chewing gum from the glove box in front of the co-pilot, poured a piece into his mouth, and handed it to Sheng Chang An: "Now I don't even dare to eat two pieces of chewing gum at once."

Sheng Changan took it and ate one, feeling distressed and yet couldn't help thinking that his behavior was a bit funny, but this was Fang Zhiyi's job after all, no matter what he said, he couldn't say that he was not allowed to endure hardships for his work.

Fang Zhiyi spit out the gum, wrapped it in a tissue and put it in his pocket: "When are you leaving?"

Sheng Changan hesitated for a moment, spit out the chewing gum, wrapped it up and put it in his pocket, and then said, "Actually, I don't have much work today..."

Fang Zhiyi sat up straight: "Did you finish the work ahead of time and spare this day?"

Sheng Changan didn't speak, but it was written all over his face that this was the truth.

Naturally, Fang Zhiyi couldn't get angry at him because of this kind of thing, he sighed, took his hand and squeezed it lightly: "I really want to see you, and I will try to fight for every opportunity to stay with you but you're squeezing your time to do these things, it makes me feel..."

"But you too." Sheng Changan interrupted him, "When you came back early, when you calculated the time to rush home, I feel the same as you now."

Fang Zhiyi was stunned.

"I know it's hard work for you to get back, and I don't think it's worth spending hours on the road just to get home and rest with me, but since you've done that, the best way I can deal with it is to accept what you did Things, spending the time together well is not a disappointment to you.” Sheng Changan was still blushing, and he squeezed his fingers lightly, insisting on finishing the sentence: “These things are in my heart. They are all counted, since I spare time to see you, then you just need to accept it."

Fang Zhiyi suddenly accepted this long passage of love, and his whole body was still a little overwhelmed.

Sheng Changan squeezed his hand again: "Then I will stay here with you this afternoon?"

Fang Zhiyi came back to his senses, with an uncontrollable smile on the corners of his eyes and brows: "Okay."

The two got out of the car and went upstairs, Fang Zhiyi led him into the bedroom, pointed to the small bed: "This is what I slept on before."

Sheng Changan walked over and pressed it with his hands, then turned around and asked, "Can I sit down?"

Fang Zhiyi nodded: "Sit down."

Sheng Changan sat by the bed: "How did you fall asleep?"

Fang Zhiyi: "...I fell asleep when I was very sleepy."

"Then you..." Sheng Changan hesitated, "You didn't live here when you didn't go home, did you?"

Only then did Fang Zhiyi remember that he forgot to tell Sheng Chang'an that he didn't need to spend the night here now.He suppressed a smile and gave a vague answer.

Sheng Changan frowned: "Are there no hotels nearby? Or I'll buy a house in this community and temporarily renovate it for you to live in during this time?"

Fang Zhiyi didn't expect that what he said casually would have such a big effect, so he quickly said: "I don't live here, that is to say, I felt it for four or five days. When I don't go home, I go to the hotel. We made a video before. you forgot?"

Sheng Changan paused, rubbing the center of his brows: "If I care about it, it will cause chaos."

Fang Zhiyi sat over and apologized softly: "I shouldn't have teased you with this."

"It's okay." Sheng Changan shook his head and smiled, "When will you start shooting in the afternoon?"

"It's about to start." Fang Zhiyi glanced at the time, "I'll tell the director later that you can sit with the staff."

Sheng Chang'an nodded, but he was not at ease: "You guys are shooting this kind of indoor scene, will I disturb you if I'm next to you?"

"So I told the director, he will arrange it." Fang Zhiyi stood up, "If there is a place to clear the scene later, you can go to the logistics side and sit for a while, and I will come to you after the filming is over. .”

There was a sound of opening the door, Fang Zhiyi raised his eyebrows: "I guess the director is here, let's go."

Sheng Changan also stood up, and the two of them opened the bedroom door.

The director walked in as he spoke: "Why didn't Zhiyi go to eat today, don't you be so angry that you don't want to..."

Fang Zhiyi smiled and stood at the door of the bedroom.

director:"……"

The director's eyes fell on Sheng Chang'an: "Why is President Sheng here?"

Sheng Chang'an smiled: "Come here to visit after get off work."

Fang Zhiyi stepped forward: "Mr. Sheng wants to take a look here, does today's play need to be cleared?"

"There is a need." The director thought for a while, "I can sit on the sidelines and watch when I shoot other places later."

Fang Zhiyi nodded with a smile: "Trouble director."

After the director finished "um", he felt something was wrong—why did Sheng Changan come to visit Fang Zhiyi's class! ?He looked at the two people again, and had a flash of inspiration: probably because Fang Zhiyi had exposed his identity after signing with Sheng Chang'an Company, so the two companies and the two companies took this as an opportunity to start making friends?He nodded in his heart, feeling that his thoughts made sense.

Sheng Changan sat down next to the director and looked at Fang Zhiyi who was sitting on the balcony picking up a paintbrush.

He looks completely different during the filming process than in normal times, as if he is completely immersed in the character, and his whole person has a different kind of beauty.

After one photo was taken, Zhang Zheng walked over and asked him to stand up, then sat on the stool and mended his painting: "I'll use the next one."

Then to the next one, the artist stood up and went to the kitchen to cook for himself.Naturally, one cannot expect to eat anything good in the last days, not to mention that he doesn't know how to cook.

Sheng Changan stood up and moved with the staff, watching Fang Zhiyi standing in front of the stove, wearing thin short sleeves and wearing an apron, cutting vegetables.With his shoulders slumped slightly, he cut the pieces casually and threw them into the pot, carefully and clumsily avoiding the splashing oil from the pot.After several rounds of frying, what came out of the pan was a plate of mostly burnt dishes.

The painter seemed helpless, took a bite with chopsticks, paused, took out a steamed bun from the refrigerator, threw it into the dish, mixed it, and ate it.After eating, he poked around in the refrigerator for a while, took out a bottle of jam and looked at it, grabbed the plastic bag next to the refrigerator and shook it, looked at the bread inside, and muttered a few words, probably saying next time It's better to eat directly without processing.

Then he stuffed the jam and bread into the refrigerator, took off his apron, wiped his hands, and went to the balcony to pick up his paintbrush.

After finishing this one, Sheng Changan walked over immediately, first put thick clothes on him, and then asked, "Does your stomach feel uncomfortable?"

Fang Zhiyi touched it: "It's okay, but the steamed bun is too dry, and the dishes I fried by myself are simply one plus one greater than two unpalatable."

Sheng Changan hesitated for a moment: "Then can you still eat at night?"

Fang Zhiyi nodded: "You can have a bowl of porridge."

The director came over and rubbed his hands: "Our next one is a bit long, we have to clear the scene, Mr. Sheng, why don't you go to our logistics side to rest for a while?"

Sheng Changan responded, and followed a staff member out.

After finishing work in the afternoon, when Fang Zhiyi walked to the eating place, he always felt that the people next to him looked at him in a strange way.

Finally, a staff member who was familiar with him asked, "Mr. Sheng...can you cook?"

Fang Zhiyi instantly understood what was going on, and smiled: "You did pretty well, what's wrong?"

The staff member was silent for a moment: "Boss Sheng...he went directly to the back kitchen and borrowed the kitchen."

Sheng Changan sat in the corner, saw Fang Zhiyi at the door, and waved.Fang Zhiyi said goodbye to the staff member politely, then walked over quickly: "Why are you cooking here?"

Sheng Changan pursed his lips: "I think...the things you eat may make your stomach hurt."

Fang Zhiyi: "..." There is indeed such a possibility.

"The kitchen here is actually not bad." Sheng Changan handed him the chopsticks, "It seems to be a kitchen specially prepared for you?"

Fang Zhiyi: "...Yes." Others eat ordered boxed lunches, but he can't order them, so he can only...cook them now.

Opening the lunch box, Sheng Changan also thoughtfully considered the calorie issue, and boiled vegetable porridge for him.Sheng Changan looked at the color of the food on his face, and stirred his own meal: "I eat the same food as you, is that okay?"

Fang Zhiyi nodded, picked up the chopsticks, and hesitated again: "Actually, you can eat something else."

"There are only all kinds of vegetables in the kitchen." Sheng Chang settled down, and boldly speculated: "Is the director afraid that you will be so hungry that you can't stand it and cook other things secretly?"

Fang Zhiyi: "..." I haven't even thought about this question!