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Liu Bai was a little surprised, he felt that Zheng Yimo was still at the finale banquet just now, why did he turn his face and went home, it seemed that he rushed back directly from the finale banquet.

Zheng Yimo stepped in a few steps and piled his luggage in the living room, standing there blankly, not knowing what he was thinking.

Liu Bai turned back from the stairs again, got closer and could still smell the lingering smell of alcohol on Zheng Yimo's body, raised his eyebrows and said, "Why are you back?"

Zheng Yimo stared at Liu Bai for a long while, then stepped in front of Liu Bai with a look of arrogance on his face: "Why can't I come back? This is my home, of course I will come back if I want to."

Liu Bai rolled his eyes, looked at Zheng Yimo's staring eyes and the bunch of flowers that hadn't let go until now, and realized that Zheng Yimo probably drank too much.

Liu Bai didn't want to find out why Zheng Yimo was so drunk and had to rush back from Y at such a late hour. He just felt that Chen Nannan, a little girl, had worked so hard to send such a man back.

So I didn't bother to talk to him anymore, turned around and was about to go upstairs, but I heard Zheng Yimo's speech was a little slow, and he opened his mouth and said: "I heard that you can't get into Cai Zixu's play."

Liu Bai's footsteps paused, surprised at how Zheng Yimo knew so quickly, after a second thought, he glanced at Zhang Xiaomin again.

Zhang Xiaomin quickly received the brainwave signal from Liu Bai, stepped back unconsciously, and laughed dryly: "It's so late, you should go to bed early, I will, I won't disturb you for now."

He turned and ran to his bed.

Liu Bai had no choice but to turn his attention back to Zheng Yimo.

He smelled of alcohol quite heavily, there were faint wrinkles between his brows, his eyes were deep and black, and he looked at himself for a moment, his face was the same as usual, it was hard to tell whether he was awake or not at the moment, it seemed that he was still awake. Somewhat dissatisfied with Liu Bai's failure to respond to him, he walked forward again, blocking Liu Bai's face with his whole body.

I asked again: "Why can't I go? Is it because Lin Xueqing did it on purpose?"

Liu Bai shook his head: "It's just because I signed the contract, I forgot about it myself."

He scolded the original owner for being a scam three hundred times in his heart, and he even took the blame with tears on his face. Everything was his fault.

After hearing this, Zheng Yimo raised his chin and snorted again. He didn't know what it meant, but according to his usual understanding, he was probably mocking Liu Bai for what he deserved.

Liu Bai didn't take it seriously, but he didn't bother to chat with Zheng Yimo, who had drunk too much, and turned around to go upstairs to take a shower.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he turned around, his wrist was suddenly grabbed, and Liu Bai staggered and almost fell to his knees.

"Where are you going?"

Zheng Yimo turned in front of him again, blocking Liu Bai's way.

Liu Bai's eyebrows were raised, his heart was getting more and more unhappy after seeing Zheng Yimo after being tormented by the brainless script all night, he shook his hand vigorously, but did not shake off: "Let go!"

Probably Zheng Yimo, who was really drunk, was indifferent, and his eyes were fixed on him, with a little probing eyes, as if he was studying him, and seemed to be thinking about something.

Liu Bai's struggle was fruitless, and he immediately sacrificed his other hand to prepare a set of combined punches to wake up Zheng Yimo, but Zheng Yimo suddenly leaned forward and pressed on Liu Bai.

The smell of wine in the nostrils was strong, and Zheng Yimo's clothes were still stained with the smell of summer night, mixed with the fragrance of flowers to form a weird smell. Itching slightly, it was Zheng Yimo who rubbed his head back and forth between Liu Bai's neck, spraying hot breath, spreading along the side of the neck all the way to the base of the ear.

Zheng Yimo's ambiguous movements instantly dyed Liu Bai's fair neck pink, and the trembling sensation caused by the slight itching spread all the way to his back. Liu Bai cursed in his heart that the original owner was too disappointing. Casually provoked, there is a tendency to surrender.

But his strong and stable heart drove his hands to quickly hold Zheng Yimo's dishonest head, trying to push him away: "If you come back so late and don't sleep, I suggest you take a cold shower to wake up, and don't face others. Drunk mad."

Zheng Yimo's head was as steady as a rock, motionless, he fought against Liu Bai for a while, and suddenly pressed against Liu Bai's neck and murmured softly: "You...can't go..."

The movement of Liu Bai's hands stopped, and the head on the neck immediately moved restlessly: "You are my... person, and I didn't let you go, so you... can't go anywhere."

Unexpectedly, Zheng Yimo drank too much, and the overlord character set can still stand.

Liu Bai sighed, gradually lost his patience, and wanted to serve him with skill, but when he felt Zheng Yimo speak again, he said, "I... miss you very much."

Liu Bai raised his legs slightly, then lowered them again.

Looking sideways at the back of Zheng Yimo's head, he instantly understood that Zheng Yimo must have drunk too much and mistook himself, so he slapped him suddenly: "See who I am!"

Zheng Yimo was in pain, his body froze for a moment, and suddenly he stood up straight, separated from Liu Bai by a few inches.

Liu Bai pointed to his nose: "I'm Liu Bai, not Shen Yan, see clearly before hugging."

Zheng Yimo didn't say a word, his eyes flickered for a moment, his lips moved, and as if remembering something, he stuffed the pitiful residual flower in Liu Bai's arms, and then looked away.

Liu Bai took a look at the wilting rose, and was convinced that Zheng Yimo had drunk too much.

He stuffed the flower back into Zheng Yimo's arms, turned around and went upstairs: "Play by yourself."

The sound of Liu Bai's footsteps going upstairs gradually drifted away, followed by the sound of the bathroom door being opened and closed.

Only then did Zheng Yimo blink, and slowly sat down on the sofa.

He looked down at the flowers in his hands, in a trance.

In fact, at today's wrap-up banquet, others knew that he was going to leave tonight, so he didn't drink too much, of course he wouldn't be drunk, at most he was a little unresponsive, and he wouldn't be so drunk that he couldn't recognize people at all.

Zheng Yimo rubbed his head a little irritably. He originally wanted to chat with Liu Bai about the contract, but when he saw Liu Bai was about to leave, he subconsciously grabbed him.

Then the words in his mouth blurted out uncontrollably.

Fortunately, Liu Bai thought he just drank too much.

Zheng Yimo glanced upstairs again, but didn't hear anything, and walked back to the room with long legs.

By the way, he also brought the poor bouquet of roses that Liu Bai rejected.

For some reason, he always felt that he and this bouquet of flowers had a subtle sympathy.

When Qi Huang was pulled out of the bed by Zheng Yimo's phone, he glanced at the time dimly.

01:30am.

Immediately he became sober, but he couldn't lose his temper with Zheng Yimo, so he could only ask in a resentful tone: "Zheng Dayingdi, what's wrong with you?"

However, what he never expected was that Zheng Yimo's tone was more resentful than his, just like the singing in the middle of the night drifting from a far away place: "How much do you need to pay to poach people from Huayu?"

Qi Huang suddenly sat up from the bed: "Flower language? Is there anyone in that cheating company that is worth poaching? Their first brother is also at the level of endorsing stomach medicine, but the positioning is quite accurate, and his appearance really makes people People want to eat when they see it—"

Qi Huang's voice stopped abruptly, and after a while he came back to his senses: "Damn it, Zheng Dayingdi, you are not--you think, you want to dig Zheng Yimo, not Liu Bai?!"

Qi Huang was so surprised that he couldn't speak anymore.

Zheng Yimo closed his eyes, as if he was dissatisfied with Qi Huang's attitude: "Why, is there any problem?"

Qi Huang slapped the edge of the bed with a slap: "It's a big problem! Let's not talk about Huayu's high liquidated damages, and Liu Bai is like that, and has no commercial value. Why are you poaching him? Are you advertising on the webpage?" ?”

Zheng Yimo picked up a petal and picked it up: "He doesn't have it now, but it doesn't mean he won't have it in the future."

Qi Huang said in a disapproving tone: "In the future? After he finishes filming the current movie, he will have no resources. Where is the future? Don't think he has a future just because he makes waves on the Internet, like him This kind of one or two topics have been popular for more than three months on the Internet, but in the end they are all confused. Don’t think that signing him back and spending money to praise him will make him popular. Can you return to the book? I don’t even know, don’t you know, Xiaohong depends on praise, and Dahong depends on his life!”

Zheng Yimo let out a long breath, fully expressing his dissatisfaction with the long-winded Qi Huang: "I just asked how much you want, I didn't ask what you have, oh yes, he also signed a film and television contract with Huayu Contract, you should look at it."

"Film and TV contract!" Qi Huang jumped up from the bed, not bothering to disturb the people, and started arguing loudly, "Are you crazy, Zheng Dayingdi, you spend—wait."

Qi Huang swallowed it in the middle of his words, and an incredible thought flashed through his mind like lightning, and immediately began to gossip, and asked tentatively: "Don't you just face him day and night, you really see the feelings, don't you?" Yimo, I didn’t expect—”

Zheng Yimo crushed the petals in his hand, and his fingertips were stained with a blush, a bit like the natural blush in the corners of Liu Bai's eyes. People couldn't help but want to go forward and rub him into his arms.

"You talk too much nonsense, if you continue like this, let's break up next year."

After hearing this, Qi Huang shed tears on the Huangpu River, and opened his mouth to accuse Zheng Yimo of being ruthless, calling him out of bed in the middle of the night and breaking up the party. Zheng Yimo wanted to hang up the phone, but he was afraid that Qi Huang would take his words as a joke , After sleeping and waking up, I left it behind, and reminded again: "You remember to inquire, and don't worry about anything else."

Qi Huang knew that Zheng Yimo had already made up his mind, and it was useless to persuade him, so he gave two vague "hmm", and was about to continue lying down and returning to his dream, when he heard Zheng Yimo speak very fast, hang up the phone.

Qi Huang rubbed his eyes, feeling that he had an auditory hallucination.

Zheng Yimo's tone was flickering, and he said quickly: "Liu Bai can be popular without being praised."

——It’s just that they can’t be buried in a place like Huayu Entertainment.

He didn't finish the second half of the sentence, because the knock on the door suddenly sounded behind him startled him, almost jumped up from the chair, and stood still calmly while leaning on the corner of the table. The person at the door was probably Aunt Zhang who woke up when she heard him come back.

Zheng Yimo cleared his throat: "Come in, it's unlocked."

The door was gently pushed open, Liu Bai came in with a bowl of clear soup, and glanced at Zheng Yimo, Zheng Yimo shrank back inexplicably, hid the phone behind his back, and frowned as Liu Bai put the bowl away On the table: "It's so late, what are you doing?"

Liu Bai's expression was calm: "Just now I saw that Aunt Zhang was going to get up to make soup for you. It was too late and I told her to go to rest."

Zheng Yimo glanced at the bowl on the table: "You made it?"

Liu Bai was noncommittal, turned around and was about to leave the room again, Zheng Yimo saw that he had already reached the door from the corner of his eye, turned around and picked up the bowl, just after taking a small sip, he heard footsteps behind him again.

Zheng Yimo quickly put down the bowl again, and before turning his head, Liu Bai's voice came from behind: "The matter of the contract...you don't have to worry about me, since I said I can act, then I can do anything play."

Zheng Yimo's back was startled.

The door rang and was closed by Liu Bai.

Zheng Yimo took another look at the soup he put down, it was still steaming and a little hot.

He blew into the bowl and began to poison the already wilted bouquet of roses again.

There are words in his mouth, but he can't hear what he said.

The next day, Aunt Zhang walked into the room and was startled by the falling flowers all over the place. She saw Zheng Yimo who had woken up at some point, holding up the bald flower stalk, shaking her head and sighing.

Aunt Zhang hurriedly stepped forward to ask what happened.

Zheng Yimo suddenly came back to his senses, and lost the flower stalk: "It's nothing, just playing with it."