"What's wrong?" Back at home, Zhong Yibin was still in a low mood, clinging to Chu Qin and not letting go. Chu Qin dragged the big plaster on his back to wash his hands and face, then dragged him into the kitchen, and asked him while cutting vegetables.
It's raining lightly today, not so hot, but rather humid. Chu Qin was thinking of making a chowder to drink. It must be very comfortable to sit by the rainy window and drink the hot soup.
Zhong Yibin buried his nose on Chu Qin's shoulder, and said in a sullen voice, "Have I been messing with flowers outside before?"
Chu Qin piled the chopped lotus roots and potatoes into a large glass bowl, turned his head slightly, and rubbed his face with the big guy on his shoulders, "What's the matter? Is someone bothering you?"
Hearing this statement, Zhong Yibin became even more nervous. Could his "other lovers" still come to the company to pester him? "No, it's just... it was a young woman who informed the paparazzi..."
Although the manager of the media and public relations department later said that he was talking nonsense and that the president has always been a clean person, he felt that it was not credible. The subordinates only said that when they saw that he was not happy.
Chu Qin was silent for a moment, then sneered: "I know who it is."
"Who?" Zhong Yibin asked nervously, clutching at his shoulder.
Chu Qin did not speak, but lowered his head and cut the meat. The frozen pork belly, sliced into thin slices, and thrown into the hot pot, made a squeaking sound of oil refining.
"Chu Qin!" Zhong Yibin took his vegetable-cutting hand, pulled the knife away, and asked him to turn to look at him. He wanted to say something, but he didn't know how to say it. If there is really something difficult to face in the past, he must also know that he cannot let Chu Qin whitewash Taiping to fool the past.
When Chu Qin saw his painful eyes, he felt distressed immediately. When he mentioned some people, he became angry and forgot for a while. This was the second cake of amnesia. He slightly stood on tiptoe and kissed the tightly pressed lips: "Fool, if you dared to mess with flowers, I would have swept you out of the house long ago."
Hearing this, Zhong Yibin breathed a sigh of relief, and finally put his heart back into his stomach after a day of thinking, and pouted aggrievedly: "Don't scare me in the future."
Chu Qin grinned, stretched out his hand to squeeze his face, and pinched the pouting pig's mouth into a chicken's mouth: "Our Erbing is so handsome, some people never give up."
"The meat is messed up!" Zhong Xiaoji raised his chin into the oil pan, and there was already a burnt smell in the pan.
Chu Qin quickly let go of him and went to fry the meat. Zhong Yibin automatically and consciously attached it to Chu Qin's back again. Chu Qin was a little helpless, but he let him stick it. He took out the fried oil residue, sprinkled it with a little salt, and picked up a piece of the big head that was handed to his shoulder.
Zhong Yibin happily opened his mouth, ate the browned oil residue, and licked his slender fingertips along the way: "It's delicious!" Children from rich families have never eaten the residue left over from refining lard. Feel very fresh.
"In the past, you liked to come over when I was cooking, just to eat this." Chu Qin smiled slightly, fry all the ingredients in oil, put them in a pot, add water and seasonings, cover the pot and simmer over low heat, dragging With the big plaster on his back, he went to the living room to rest.
It's still raining outside, and it's getting bigger and bigger. The whole city is shrouded in the lead-grey sky, looking lonely and cold, only the warm body temperature around you can make people feel at ease.
"Who is it? Even if it's my mother, you should tell me." Zhong Yibin asked reluctantly, pulling one of Chu Qin's legs over and pinching it slowly on his own. Legs are often sore and sometimes swollen.
"I guess it's Zhou Zimeng." Chu Qin pursed his lips and finally said the name. They went to Shengshi Huange to play, only those few people knew, the rest were all there, only Zhou Zimeng left early. Besides, she had done this kind of thing before.
From the first day he saw the group of people, Chu Qin could see that Zhou Zimeng liked Zhong Yibin, but he was full of hostility towards him. In the past, he thought it was the jealousy of the little girl, and he didn't take it seriously. When I was really angry, I mentioned it to Zhong Yibin. This man still didn't believe it, and thought he was over-hearted. Over time, Chu Qin didn't like talking about his group of friends in front of Zhong Yibin.
"Why did she do this?" Zhong Yibin frowned slightly, because he didn't remember these friends, he was wary of these people from the bottom of his heart, and he immediately saw their unfriendliness towards Chu Qin. Among those friends, Zhou Zimeng was the most hostile to Chu Qin.
"I'm just guessing, go check it out yourself, after all, she's your friend..." Chu Qin didn't like to resent Zhong Yibin when he regained his memory one day, so it would be better for him to check it out for himself. He got up to look at the pot, but was pulled into his arms by Zhong Yibin and hugged.
"Just tell me who you don't like, nothing is more important than you." Zhong Yibin's voice was a little hoarse, those people and things without memory were not important to him.
Chu Qin was stunned for a moment, then slowly stretched out his hand to hug him, "Yeah." It's because he is narrow-minded, if he doesn't like it, he doesn't like it. Zhong Yibin is his boyfriend, so he should be with him. People push out.
The chowder sour soup is ready. The thick paste soup is filled with fried lotus root, fried potatoes, vermicelli, pork belly, and green cabbage leaves. Put it in two bowls, add a few drops of balsamic vinegar, and a little sesame oil. It is very delicious. Zhong Yibin didn't lift his head when he ate, so he went to the kitchen to bring the pot over and added a bowl to Chu Qin.
With the fried steamed bread slices, Zhong Yibin ate three bowls of soup before he could put it down. After eating, I happily washed away with the pot and bowl. When Chu Qin got the fruit after dinner, he remembered that he forgot to stop him from doing housework again.
With the general direction, it is easy to check. Zhong Yibin asked someone to adjust the surveillance outside Shengshi Huange, and saw that Zhou Zimeng did not directly take the car when he went out, but stayed in place for a while and went east. About two hundred meters to the east, there is a public telephone booth.
"Look up the manipulator of that Weibo marketing account and ask him to come out and talk." Zhong Yibin narrowed his eyes, Zhou Zimeng was about to clean up, and this marketing account could not be spared. Several marketing accounts on the Internet about entertainment industry gossip are all insiders, and they are basically under the control of major entertainment companies. Therefore, only some leftovers are always reported, but this "entertainment pickpocket" has no connection with Shengshi.
"This, you have to find the senior management of Jilang to check, or would you like to say hello to that person?" Secretary Jin looked at the embarrassed public relations manager and said for him.
Jiulang is the operating company of Weibo, and Zhong Yibin has a network in it. In the past, Zhong Yibin came forward to check people's information. But the problem is, he doesn't remember who that connection is now, he hesitated for a while, and could only call his eldest brother.
The omniscient Zhong Jiabin even knew this. Zhong Yibin's friend can be considered good in Jiulang, but he is a little powerless when it comes to major events.
"I have a classmate at the senior level of Jiulang, you... Would you like to meet me?" Zhong Jiabin seemed to be hesitant.
"Okay!" Zhong Yibin readily agreed, there are multiple connections and multiple paths, and the people his eldest brother knows are definitely more reliable than those he knows. Zhong Yibin, who has a new understanding of his own relationships, is skeptical of his own connections.
After hanging up his brother's phone, the elder brother of the Zhong family was still a little stunned. In the past, my younger brother bothered him the most about introducing contacts, thinking that he was showing off, but now he agreed so neatly.
"President, this is the project budget." Secretary Jin came over with a stack of documents to sign for Zhong Yibin, which included the funds for the turbulent palace fighting drama. The headquarters approved the money, but it was very little, so it could only be based on the low cost. The direction of Leiju was filmed, and Vice President Li had already signed and agreed.
Zhong Yibin frowned as he looked at the budget sheet, something like a Lei Ju can't be filmed easily, and it can't be stopped after one shot, and the reputation of the entire company will be cheap. "Call Vice President Li to come over."
"The headquarters doesn't give money, what can we do?" Vice President Li is nearly forty years old, with a moderate build and a pair of glasses. He looks gentle, but his words are very tough.
"I'll discuss the money issue with the headquarters. I'll wait for this budget first." Zhong Yibin refuted the budget sheet with a cold face.
"The actor's schedule is very tight, you'd better make a decision quickly." Vice President Li was a little unhappy. This is a plan he urged and made when Zhong Yibin was on vacation. In his opinion, as long as you can make money, you can do so much. doing what.
At this time, the front desk called on the inside line, "President, Miss Zhou has come to find you and has already gone up."
"Which Miss Zhou?" Zhong Yibin asked coldly.
"Of course it's me!" Before he finished speaking, Zhou Zimeng pushed open the door and came in, "Go here for a walk, and come up for a cup of tea."
Vice President Li saw Zhou Zimeng, picked up the budget sheet, and sighed: "The president has something to do, I'll go first."
Before the matter was discussed, Zhong Yibin raised his hand to stop Vice President Li from leaving, and said coldly to the front desk on the phone, "You don't have to go to work tomorrow." He said, put down the phone with a click, and motioned Secretary Jin to clear Zhou Zimeng out.
The author has something to say: Small Theater:
"Brother can be coquettish"
Qinqin: If you want to ask your brother for money, you have to learn to act like a spoiled child
Erbing: (⊙v⊙) I understand
Brother: What are you looking for
Erbing: Gege~ Can you give me pocket money
Big Brother: …
Two Pies: It doesn't seem to work.
… ten minutes later…
Big Brother: (going out for three laps) Ma Ma! Brother will be spoiled!