Chi Song smiled and said nothing.
In the entertainment industry, the possibility of such creatures as silly white sweet is extremely low. Most of the people who seem innocent and harmless are actually not ignorant of everything, but they are just educated to not drop the line all the year round.
After hitting Chi Song two or three times, one night, Bai Zhirong's door was knocked on.
He was rushing to work with a slice of bread in his mouth, and when he opened the door, he saw Chi Song wearing a polo shirt standing at his door.
Bai Zhirong was originally unhappy because of his work, and when he saw Chi Song, his eyes turned black.
Chi Song put his hands in his pockets and said softly, "Can I go in?"
Bai Zhirong thought, "I'm a shit.
So, he gritted his teeth and stomped his foot, opened the door, took a step back and made way for Chi Song: "What are you doing?"
Chi Song didn't say a word, leaned over and picked up a thermos bottle and a folder placed by the door, and walked in.
Bai Zhirong looked at him vigilantly: "What is this?"
Chi Song touched the tip of his nose: "Nourishing stomach porridge."
Bai Zhirong couldn't feel his bottom, put his arm against the door frame, blocked Chi Song from the door, and said, "Take it back, I won't drink it."
Chi Song looked at him with peach blossom eyes, "I didn't say it was for you."
Bai Zhirong: "..." Damn little bitch.
Bai Zhirong, whose face was so ugly, finally let Chi Song in: "Tell me, what are you doing here?"
Chi praised Yang's folder: "work."
Thinking that Chi Song was here to tear up X's Bai Zhirong: "...What kind of work?"
Chi Song opened the folder, which contained Chi Song's script, and the corners were densely packed with notes made by Chi Song.
Seeing such a script, Bai Zhirong couldn't hold back, and secretly praised it in his heart.
He hangs with the crew all the year round, and often sees some young actors who seem to be planning to keep the script and sell it for money. There is not a single note on it, and it is cleaner than a human face.
As he said that, Chi Song took out his mobile phone again and said, "Your brother is the one who did the preliminary costume design for the second season of "Bright Stars", right? I don't think you are particularly satisfied with his plan, and I thought about it when I went back. Think, what you said makes sense. I have asked the director to agree, and we will discuss a general clothing style direction first, and then we will make a plan as soon as possible, so that the sponsor can provide clothes. "
Bai Zhirong: "..."
… The plan is to tear down and redo, which is the most painful pain for all designers.
Chi Song asked, "Is there a problem?"
Bai Zhirong rubbed his back molars: "...No."
The little bitch Smashing Chi Song is quite efficient in terms of work efficiency, and in an hour and a half, he and Bai Zhirong checked the parts that should be checked.
In just an hour and a half, Bai Zhirong found that he didn't seem to be that native, and some fashion trends and ideas fit the aesthetics of the season.
... Hmph, it means that I have stayed by Zhi Huai's side for a long time.
After discussing the work, Chi Song politely got up and prepared to leave.
When Chi Song was about to walk to the door, Bai Zhirong noticed the thermos pot on the table: "Hey, your pot."
Chi Song turned his head and said, "This is the white fungus porridge I cooked tonight. It's a little too much. You just eat bread, it's not good for your stomach... Your brother is the hospital for stomach bleeding, right?"
Bai Zhirong was stunned: "..."
After Chi Song walked out of the door, he turned around and said, "There is a place to heat food in the hotel. If you can't finish it tonight, you can reheat it tomorrow morning. When you're done, just brush the pot and send it to you. Come to my room."
After speaking, Chi Song left, leaving behind Bai Zhirong and a pot of stomach-nourishing porridge.
Bai Zhirong leaned back on the swivel chair and turned his neck several times in anger, but when he saw the thermos, he lost his temper inexplicably.
He dragged the thermos over and lifted the lid.
The thermal insulation effect of the thermos pot is particularly good. As soon as the lid is opened, a sweet aroma of jujube-like rushes up, and the smoked dough is slightly moist.
I don't know if it was neutralized by this warm sweetness, Bai Zhirong felt a lot better because of the acid reflux in his stomach due to hunger.
Chi Song is very attentive. The thermos is equipped with a small bowl, bamboo chopsticks and a clean stainless steel spoon. There are also three crystal clear shrimp dumplings kept in the porridge temperature.
After chatting with Chi Song for so long, Bai Zhirong was really hungry. With the mentality of "I eat Chi Song anyway, if I don't eat it, I don't eat it for nothing."
To tell the truth, excluding the part of the mentally dark want to run on Chi Song, and used to doing movie costumes, Bai Zhirong, who is very picky, really can't stand the treatment of TV drama costumes.
He spent half the night cultivating immortals, and went to bed yawning at 2:30, falling asleep in the room full of the aroma of rice from his rivals.
Thinking about work, Bai Zhirong didn't sleep very well. When he woke up the next day, his face was filled with fairy spirit.
He ate a portion of white fungus porridge prepared by Chi Songduo, and reluctantly took the empty bucket and rushed towards the faucet, thinking that the thermos was Chi Song's head.
Feel relaxed after washing.
Bai Zhirong took the thermos to the dressing room.
At half past five in the morning, there were lights and voices in the dressing room.
Bai Zhirong walked to the door of the dressing room, ready to raise his hand to knock on the door.
Cai Qingqing was playing with her mobile phone in the room. While waiting for the teammates of King of Glory to form a team, she suddenly said to Chi Song who was reading the script: "...Hey, why didn't Designer Bai come to pick on you today."
Chi Song smiled slightly and said, "He has a job and is busy."
Cai Qingqing raised her eyes and looked in the mirror in front of her, and found that Chi Song's expression was particularly like a little fox.
Chi Song said with lingering fears: "... When he gets busy, he won't say I'm ugly again."
Cai Qingqing: "Hahahahaha."
Bai Zhirong scolded 10,000 words of MMP at the door.
Sure enough, Chi Song was deliberately messing with him!
He was about to go in and perform an on-the-spot explosion, when Cai Qingqing said inside: "Designer Bai really doesn't fit in very well. We had dinner with the main creator two days ago, and he refused to go. It's weird."
Chi Song said: "I can't blame others. We went to make skewers two days ago. He has a bad stomach and can't go."
Cai Qingqing was curious: "How do you know?"
Chi Song replied, "I think he took stomach medicine on the set."
Bai Zhirong: "..."
... holding a big grass, has he been observing himself
Bai Zhirong had a dark face and pushed the door in.
Chi Song turned around and saw that it was Bai Zhirong, so he took the initiative to say hello to him: "Have you finished eating?"
Bai Zhirong sullenly said, "Yes."
Chi Song asked, "How is it, do you like it?"
Bai Zhirong's Adam's apple rolled, and out of the ancient truth of cannibalism, he still vaguely said: "... let's make it."
Chi Song said, "I want to eat ginseng chicken soup tonight."
Bai Zhirong: "... So what?"
Chi Song naturally invited: "Let's go together."
Bai Zhirong: "..."
Facing such a smiling face of the little fox husband who looks exactly like Song Zhihuai, Bai Zhirong was invisibly shown a face, sourly hit GG, and exited the dressing room.
Cai Qingqing followed their interaction with gossip: "What's the situation with the two of you?"
After confirming that Bai Zhirong was really gone, Chi Song breathed a sigh of relief and said vaguely, "...It's a bit of a holiday."
Cai Qingqing controlled her hero to steal the tower, and by the way gossip: "...It's not because of a girl, right?"
… No, it’s because of a man, handsome and handsome.
Chi Song said, "Almost."
Cai Qingqing raised one eyebrow, but she was too busy with her hands, so she couldn't lock Chi Song with her eyes. She could only push the tower and ask, "Hurry up, tell me, what's the situation?"
Chi Song didn't dare to provide more information, and only said: "...It's just as you guessed."
Cai Qingqing nodded: "It's very troublesome to have a good relationship."
Chi Song sighed: "Yes, but it's a matter between me and him. We can't be so stiff all the time, and we can't tear it apart. It's not good to hear it... Well, he's not happy either."
When Cai Qingqing heard Chi Song mention "she", she coaxed: "Oh - I can't tell, Xiaochi really loves his daughter-in-law."
Chi Song's face was all red, and he lowered his head shyly, his face full of joy of a winner in life.
That night, Chi Song asked his former rival to go out to eat ginseng chicken soup, but was rejected.
He packed one and put it at Bai Zhirong's door.
An hour later, he went out to look again and found that the ginseng chicken soup had been taken in.
The next day, Song Yingjun went out earlier than Chi Song. She liked the soft carpet on the corridor. These two days, she always liked to get up half an hour earlier than Chi Song. Let her out for a walk.
After letting Yingjun go out, Chi Song got up sleepily, took the script and read it while brushing his teeth, and finally took the script that was almost torn apart and walked out the door.
Then, he saw Bai Zhirong holding a chicken bone, squatting at the door of his room and teasing Song Yingjun.
Song Yingjun was not very interested in chicken bones, but was very interested in Bai Zhirong's hand. After looking at it for a long time, he licked it with his tongue.
Bai Zhirong: "Oh!"
Finding that his voice was a little louder, he raised his head and just came face-to-face with Chi Song.
Bai Zhirong: "..."
Chi Song greeted with a smile: "Good morning."
Bai Zhirong's eyes began to move around, looking for a brick that could kill Chi Song and kill himself by the way.
After the search failed, Bai Zhirong leaned against the wall and stood up pretending to be reserved.
Song Yingjun looked at Bai Zhirong curiously.
For some reason, seeing the cat, Bai Zhirong's heart began to feel astringent, and a word came out of a ghost: "... He said that he hates long-haired animals the most, and said that the hair is all over the place, and it is difficult to clean up."
As soon as the words came out, Bai Zhirong just wanted to slap himself.
What are you doing here? He broke up with Song Zhihuai hundreds of years ago, and it was really cheap to say that there was nothing in front of his current boyfriend.
Chi Song's eyes suddenly lit up: "You also keep cats?"
Bai Zhirong almost choked to death.
After a long while, he answered reluctantly: "...I have dogs, and I don't like cats the most."
... Chi Song thought, then you fed the handsome bones so happily just now.
But since he is a fellow man, Chi Song's words box opened with a swipe: "I recommend a hair roller for you. Sticky hair is especially effective."
Bai Zhirong: "..."
After a long time, Bai Zhirong accepted his fate.
These days, Chi Song didn't make him a big stumbling block, didn't complain, didn't cause trouble, didn't come to the door, and scolded him so many times, he just followed his request and gave him the task of modifying the design, saying It was already very polite.
More importantly, Bai Zhirong is a single-parent family, and he can't stand others being nice to him.
He was discouraged, and asked with a look of self-defeating: "What brand of hair rollers?"
Song Yingjun squatted on the side, swept his big fluffy tail, looked at the two people in front of him for a while, then picked up the chicken bone that fell on the ground, and the cat gnawed it on the side.
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Congratulations to Xiao Xianyu Chi Song for his achievement: Love Rival's Favor.