Ever since he got an official boyfriend status, Zhuang Yan has always walked with the wind.
floated past.
Even kissing and hugging was taken for granted, Xie Ning felt that the eyes of others looking at him and Zhuang Yan were vaguely ambiguous.
Fortunately, no one dared to joke in front of Xie Ning.
Zhuang Yan has a lot of power. Xie Ning is the boss of the art team, but he doesn't like to talk. The deputy art and art assistants are used to his cold temperament, and they don't dare to disturb him except for necessary work.
After the meeting, Xie Ning packed up the sketches, and as soon as he returned to the computer, Wang gradually touched it.
There were no free chairs around, and Wang gradually didn't mind. Seeing that Xie Ning's table was large, he sat directly on the table and leaned over to talk to him.
"Director Zhuang's face is full of spring breeze these two days, is there something good?"
Xie Ning said slowly, "I don't know."
Wang gradually smiled and raised his eyebrows to look at him: "You don't know who else knows?"
Xie Ning: "… "
Wang gradually got closer: "Director Zhuang is also true, he told me to pay attention to the influence in the crew, but you and I are madly showing affection. Double standards, typical double standards!"
Xie Ning was choked: "Yeah, it's not so obvious."
Wang gradually widened his eyes exaggeratedly: "It's not obvious enough that you have been in and out together for so many days? There are still many people who complained to me that Director Zhuang always likes to run to the art group at noon, and when they open the door when they eat, they will Seeing him sitting on the sofa makes my heart skip a beat."
Xie Ning was more and more embarrassed by what he said, and simply stopped talking.
Like an ostrich, pretending not to hear, not knowing anything.
Wang gradually didn't care, and continued: "A few days ago, there was a girl in the props group who quietly wentssips with me, saying that there must be a situation between you two."
Xie Ning asked, "The girl from the props group?"
Wang gradually waved his hand: "This is not the point."
Yeah
Xie Ning glanced at him and thought.
Wang gradually loves to gossip and gossip with the girl in the props group.
Wang gradually said, "Then I told her, isn't it obvious that you and Director Zhuang are doing it?"
Xie Ning's face was slightly hot: "..."
He originally thought that Wang gradually came to him to talk about something serious, but now he understands that this person is here to make fun of him.
Xie Ning simply let him talk to himself, and occasionally responded with "um" and "ah" to give a little response.
He opened the file package sent by the deputy artist and clicked on the picture to start the review.
As the startup is approaching, the workload of the art team has surged, and the overtime hours are also getting longer and longer. These are the designs drawn by the deputy artist recently, and they will be reviewed by Xie Ning after they are finished.
Wang gradually became very talkative. He is the kind of person who can chat all afternoon with the automatic reply of "Then what?" on the Internet.
But while chatting, he suddenly pointed to the design drawing on Xie Ning's computer screen, and said in a serious tone: "I think... um, this color tone may not be good, it needs to be changed."
Xie Ning was taken aback: "Is the color tone not good?"
Wang gradually did not speak, but a familiar voice sounded behind him: "What are you doing here?"
Zhuang Yan didn't know when he came, and a pair of black eyes looked at Wang gradually.
Wang gradually jumped off the table and said a little guilty: "I'm here to talk to Xie Ning about work."
"What about work?" Zhuang Yan raised his brows, glanced at Xie Ning's computer, and said lightly, "I think this color tone is good, so let's settle it."
Wang gradually: "..." You are the director, you have the final say.
Zhuang Yan added, "I remember it's off-duty time."
Wang gradually looked at him with amazed eyes: "No, we are behind the scenes of the movie, and there is such thing as off-duty time?"
Zhuang Yan was rarely choked once.
Wang gradually asked him, "Then why are you here?"
Zhuang Yan said confidently, "Come and pick up my boyfriend home."
Xie Ning: "Cough cough."
Zhuang Yan asked with concern: "What? Is the cold still not healed?"
Shainin whispered, "...No."
Zhuang Yan raised his eyebrows: "Your face is so red, don't you have a fever?"
Xie Ning's face turned even redder: "No fever!"
Zhuang Yan: "Then why are you blushing?"
"Do you think I don't exist?" Wang gradually couldn't bear it any longer. "He's thin-skinned, you can have some face and save face for this single dog like me." He said it as if he hadn't said it in front of Xie Ning before. Like those jokes.
Zhuang Yan looked at him with a frown, and said, "I know I'm a light bulb, so don't go far? By the way, I didn't pass the plan you mentioned last time. I called back. Have you made a new plan yet?"
Wang Gradually said immediately: "... farewell."
The name of Zhuang Yan's film in the Republic of China has finally been decided, called "Once Upon a Time in Two Cities".
Originally wanted to be called "A Tale of Two Cities", but it ran into the name of Dickens' novel.
Zhuang Yan took the next step and chose this one.
But to say good things, in addition to Zhuang Yan finally getting a boyfriend, the record for "Once Upon a Time in Two Cities" was successfully approved.
With the announcement of the SARFT's filing, there are gradually revelations about "Once Upon a Time in Two Cities" on the Internet.
In particular, as soon as the news of Sheng Shisong's starring was revealed, fans began to discuss whether the movie was a good cake or a poisonous one.
Zhuang Yan, a director who has never heard the name before, has entered the public's attention.
At first everyone thought that Zhuang Yan was a rookie director. After all, he was under 30 years old, and he had never heard of it before.
So they ridiculed Sheng Shisong for fear that he was going to be confused, but he actually surrendered his identity to make such a low-cost movie.
Until someone dug up Zhuang Yan's resume.
"You don't know Baidu, don't you? This director has filmed "The Love Letter of Cha Wu", which was released abroad."
"He is a director of literary and artistic films, and has been making films abroad. "Monologue" was also shortlisted at the Cannes Film Festival. I'm afraid that he is a new director. I'm not going to laugh at me."
"This director is very poisonous. I can't get enough of his literary films, but he has a lot of awards for no reason."
"Is it a foreign Chinese director?"
"not Chinese."
"I went to Baidu and came back. Who the hell told me it was a poison cake? Sheng Shisong is obviously here to win the prize!"
"+1 for winning the prize, but the box office of literary films is hard to say. Is the box office guarantee that the pines will still be able to blow Sheng Shisong in the future?"
"Zhuang Yan's style has always been erratic. I like his "Zha Wu's Love Letter" very much, but "Monologue" is a stupid thing, and it was still shortlisted in Cannes. I can't understand the taste of the judges now."
"Baidu is back, is he really only 28 and has so many works?"
"To be honest, I haven't seen any of the movies he made, but he has really won a lot of awards abroad. This is obviously a director who shoots specifically for awards."
…
The next topic turns to whether Sheng Shisong has a chance to win the best actor this time, and whether he can still hold the title of "box office guarantee" in the fan-black war.
It's getting closer and closer to the start of filming, and it's getting closer and closer to Xie Ning's birthday.
Xie Ning found that Zhuang Yan was more busy these two days. It was estimated that there were too many things to prepare for the movie. For many days, the driver sent him back to the lakeside villa, and Aunt Chen also took charge of the kitchen again.
To be honest, I'm used to Zhuang Yan's craftsmanship, and I'm really not used to eating the dinner made by Aunt Chen.
He remembered that the first time he went to Zhuang Yan's house, Aunt Chen also cooked dinner. At that time, Zhuang Yan said a lot, and Xie Ning still complained silently in his heart.
Only now have I discovered that it is really easy to go from frugality to luxury, and it is difficult to go from extravagance to frugality.
When Xie Ning went downstairs after taking a shower, Zhuang Yan was returning home from work, with obvious fatigue on his face.
Xie Ning asked him, "Have you eaten dinner?"
"Not yet." Zhuang Yan pressed his temple, "Today I went out to socialize with a few investors, but I couldn't push it off. I didn't eat much, but I drank a lot."
Xie Ning approached, and sure enough, he smelled a touch of alcohol on him: "Aunt Chen just left, I knew she would call and say, I will let her cook the hangover soup for you first."
Zhuang Yan glanced at him: "Do you have a mobile phone?"
Xie Ning was silent for a while, then paused before saying, "...You can call the landline at home."
Zhuang Yan said, "I'm not particularly drunk. I'll probably wake up after taking a bath and sleeping."
"Oh." Xie Ning asked dryly, "Are you hungry then?"
Zhuang Yan nodded: "I'm starving to death. I'll go to the refrigerator to see if there is anything I can cook."
Xie Ning thought for a while and pulled him: "You have a break, I will do it for you?"
Zhuang Yan raised his eyebrows: "You cook me food?"
Xie Ning: "...It's not that I haven't done it before. If you dislike it, forget it."
"I don't dislike it." Zhuang Yan raised the corners of his lips and pinched his face, "I don't dislike anything my boyfriend made for me."
Zhuang Yan's last three sentences are inseparable from the word "boyfriend", and Xie Ning's face heats up every time he hears it.
He stopped and asked, "What do you want to eat?"
In fact, there are not many things that can be made at this time. Aunt Chen's dishes are all cold, and Zhuang Yan's temperament is definitely not willing to eat leftovers.
There are no ingredients in the refrigerator, and I can see that the quick-frozen dumplings can be cooked for a while.
This is because Zhuang Yan is sometimes too busy and doesn't want to cook when he gets home, so he buys a spare to be lazy.
"Or cook a bowl of noodles for you?" Xie Ning asked.
Zhuang Yan thought for a while: "Cook the noodles, cook the noodles faster."
It is estimated that he was really starving. Xie Ning glanced at him and washed a few fruits for him to satisfy his hunger.
There were still vegetables and eggs in the refrigerator. Xie Ning took them out and pulled out a bag of ham sausages. He was afraid that Zhuang Yan would suffer from stomach problems, so he brought it to him almost as soon as it was ready.
Zhuang Yan smelled it: "It's quite fragrant."
Xie Ning: "It's not as delicious as what you made yourself."
"No." Zhuang Yan raised his eyebrows and smiled, "I think what you do is more to my taste. If you do it every day, I will definitely eat it every day."
Xie Ning whispered: "...Aren't you afraid of getting tired of eating?"
Zhuang Yan: "Don't worry, you won't get tired of eating."
Before Xie Ning could think about what to say, Zhuang Yan added, "But you're also busy with painting, and you're not willing to let you cook any more, so leave it to Aunt Chen."
The noodles cooked by Xie Ning actually tasted average, but Zhuang Yan still ate them completely, not even the soup base.
After eating the noodles, Zhuang Yan asked him, "Are you free tomorrow?"
Xie Ning was stunned for a moment, not sure: "There should be."
"That's when you're free." Zhuang Yan said, "I told Wang gradually that he shouldn't come to you to talk about work tomorrow. Has he been bothering you a lot lately?"
Xie Ning hesitated: "Also... okay? It's basically a matter of work."
Then I chatted with him occasionally about the gossip that spread all over the crew, but Xie Ning didn't have the embarrassment to tell Zhuang Yan.
Zhuang Yan nodded.
Xie Ning asked curiously: "Tomorrow you... have something to do?"
Zhuang Yan said, "Isn't it your birthday soon?"
"Um."
Zhuang Yan glanced at him: "I'm going to visit in the compound. I thought about it. Although it's for you, I can't miss a gift for Mr. Xie."
Xie Ning: "... so solemn?"
Zhuang Yan nodded solemnly: "What do you like, Mr. Xie... Should I ask my grandfather. By the way, your parents are too, right? I'll prepare a copy for them by the way."
Xie Ning made up the scene of Zhuang Yan carrying a lot of gifts to the compound, and suffocated for a while.
He said indifferently: "Don't be so troublesome, it's fine when someone arrives."
"No." Zhuang Yan insisted, "How can you see the parents go empty-handed."
Naturally, Xie Ning couldn't beat him, so he got up and put the tableware and chopsticks into the kitchen sink.
When I was washing my hands, my body suddenly became stiff.
Zhuang Yan came in at some point and hugged him from behind.
This action has probably occurred between couples countless times. The hand stretched out from the waist, clasped his waist, and lowered his head slightly and buried it in the socket of his neck.
The breath became steady but hot.
In the sweetness, it also brings the warmth of home.
Xie Ning's body couldn't help softening, and he put his hand on the stove and tried his best to support it.
Zhuang Yan chuckled lightly.
The laughter sounded beside Xie Ning's ears, deep and long, making his ears warm.
Zhuang Yan asked in a low voice, "boyfriend, can we sleep in the same room tonight?"
After speaking, he kissed his ear.
Xie Ning's waist was completely paralyzed, unable to support it.
The author has something to say: Zhuang Zhuang: I think...
Ningning: ... No, you don't want to.
Zhuangzhuang: ? ?
Today's bowl of noodles reminds me of the noodles made by Zhuangzhuang in Chapter 10! I really like this kind of plot!