Things are set for the movie "Looking for the Sky" - at least for now, it seems.
Although there is no formal contract signed, the marketing and announcements are all about being fast, so I don't send it now. When the official announcement is made, there will be no previous accumulation, and there will definitely not be so many splashes.
According to the general marketing routine, Yang Yu decided to release a wave of sex first, then deny it, saying that it is still under discussion, and finally confirm it.
Of course, Zhou Yuhe has no opinion on this. He has been tortured by the announcements from the wind and he can only sleep for three or four hours a day. In the end, Yang Yu looked at him pitifully, for fear that he would be in a bad mood when he joined the group. Be merciful and let him take a day off.
It is rare to have a holiday, but now Zhou Yu is different from before. Even if he is on holiday, he can't go out to the street at will. It is really boring to watch dramas and play games at home.
Ding dong.
The door opened.
Holding a spatula and wearing an apron, Zhou Yuhe looked at the few people outside the door with a dull expression.
Da Pan and Su Su both held heavy plastic bags, while Cao Qiyue leaned against the door frame with both hands empty, and behind her—
"Brother Xie?" Zhou Yuhe said in surprise.
The expression on Xie Yifeng's face was almost the same as Zhou Yuhe's. He looked at Zhou Yuhe in an apron, as if he didn't know him.
But in the next second, Xie Yifeng returned to normal and lifted the plastic bag in his hand, "I'm not welcome?"
"No, it's just... It's a bit unexpected." Zhou Yuhe turned to let them in, and glared at Cao Qiyue, who was smiling terribly.
After he settled everyone in the living room, he dragged Cao Qiyue and asked in ventriloquism, "What are you doing? Why did you call him over? No, how did you know him?"
Cao Qiyue rolled his eyes at him, and said in an old-fashioned tone: "You calm down, I don't know which question to answer you first. What's the fuss, thank you for being a socialite in the wind circle. It's not that you don't know, he and I have WeChat long before you met, okay? It's hard for people to take a rest. Look at you, if you don't have any ghosts in your heart, why don't you call over and get together. Besides, I'm Cao Qiyue. The kind of person that Lalang matches?"
Zhou Yuhe: "...you are."
Cao Qiyue: "..."
Cao Qiyue used her innocent face to say very obscene words: "I'll get you two drunk later and lock you in a room, believe it or not?"
Zhou Yuhe was cowardly, and he said that he couldn't afford it.
He glanced at Xie Yingdi, who was sitting on the sofa from the corner of his eye, sitting in a very polite and courteous posture, staring at Xie Yingdi, who was watching TV, and suddenly felt that his head was very big.
Of course, he didn't pay attention to the news broadcast on TV, otherwise his head would be bigger.
The kitchen smells great.
Zhou Yuhe and Susu were busy in the kitchen, and two straight men were sitting in the living room—yes, you read that right, Cao Qiyue and Da Pan were very straight and shouted at the football live broadcast, Xie Yifeng It was Zhou Yuhe, who kept glancing towards the kitchen with two eyes, wearing an apron and looking like a very good wife and mother, who contributed to her performance without knowing it.
Zhou Yuhe made his debut early, and he was not very popular in the early days. He could only take care of himself. In addition to Zeng Ang's diet and daily life, he practiced good cooking skills. After his career declined, he returned to his own life.
At that time, he either couldn't afford his aunt, or even when he was at his worst, he didn't worry about food and clothing, but he was no longer used to having other people at home.
"I'll help." Xie Yifeng got up.
"Go, go." Cao Qiyue's eyes were glued to the ball on the TV, and she didn't care who said what.
I don't know if I heard the footsteps or felt something, Zhou Yuhe looked back and saw Xie Yifeng, with some embarrassment, "Why did you come in?"
"I'll see if I need help." Xie Yifeng glanced and saw the steaming soup on the cooking table. He didn't wait for orders. He walked over to pick up the pot, but Yu Guang saw Zhou Yu at this moment. and nervous expressions.
Xie Yifeng lowered his eyes and touched the edge of the pot calmly.
Then he shrank his hands and frowned.
Before he could say it hurt, Zhou Yuhe put down the spatula, walked over in a panic, grabbed his hand and checked it carefully.
"Why are you so careless?"
Xie Yifeng didn't speak, his dark eyes stared at Zhou Yuhe's cautious look, and then turned to the hands they held together.
Zhou Yuhe raised his head and glared at him, and the latter immediately showed a slightly aggrieved expression.
Zhou Yuhe grabbed his hand and went under the faucet to rinse his fingers with cold water.
Xie Yifeng didn't say a word, waiting for his hand to be touched by Zhou Yuhe up and down, inside and out, before he said calmly, "It's okay, it's a small matter."
Zhou Yuhe sighed, "I'll do it myself, you'd better go to the restaurant and wait for dinner."
Xie Yifeng nodded and sat silently at the dining table while holding his scalded fingers.
The author has something to say: Today is not Kavin, but Katang. . Yes, there are only so many updates left, and I will be ridiculed. I decided to make up thirty small sweet essays tonight, and shoulder the heavy responsibility of making candy tomorrow! 【make a fist】