145.
When I got to the restaurant and sat down, Gu Yiliang said that he had neither taboos nor picky eaters, and let me make the order.
146.
lie! What a big lie!
The brainwashing pack has told me that he doesn't like sweet, jealous, sour, sweet, leeks, bitter gourd, celery, carrots, don't like soup, likes chicken, doesn't like duck and goose, likes People who eat pigs, cattle and sheep don't like fish, and they like crabs and shellfish, but they don't like shrimps.
It's all the precious information that the Women's Army has worked so hard to collect from various channels!
As for accuracy
I see that they pick me up quite accurately, it should be inseparable.
147.
I glanced at the menu and said to the waiter, "One shredded chicken with sesame pepper, one pot of meat and crab, no shrimp in it, one cabbage with minced garlic, and two bowls of white rice."
He turned his head and asked Gu Yiliang, who was faintly surprised: "Is that enough, what to drink?"
"… Um."
Gu Yiliang put away the surprise, ordered a bottle of Jiaduobao for herself, and a bottle of honey tea for me.
148.
Gu Dashou's Boyfriend Power!
I happily drank the iced honey tea.
149.
The food came to the table quickly.
We picked up the chopsticks neatly and at the same time, took up the rice bowl, put a chopstick shredded chicken into the bowl, and pressed the tip of the chopsticks against the shredded chicken on the rice.
It was so synchronized that we looked at each other for a second and laughed together again.
150.
I ate and drank slowly, chatting all over the place, talking and talking, talking about interesting things that happened during filming.
Gu Yiliang said with a smile that when he was filming a small-budget martial arts drama before, the group actors invited by the crew were too unprofessional and the props were of poor quality. His body was bent, and there was a bruise on his waist, and it took a few days to subside, and he talked about the Weiya of the crew...
I was terrified when I heard it, and I caught the crab a few times and didn't get it.
He glanced at me, stopped his voice abruptly, and put a crab claw firmly into my bowl: "But no similar incidents have happened since then. The current crew is very safe, after all, millions of dollars have been invested. Well, don't worry."
I bit the crab claws and nodded hesitantly.
He asked amusingly, "Don't you ever get hurt while filming yourself?"
I took it for granted: "Of course there is, but can it be the same? It hurts you..."
151.
I swallowed the sentence "your fans will make me take full responsibility", and turned a corner in a soft voice: "… pain, pain in my heart?"
152.
Here again, the embarrassment goes hand in hand.
I laughed dryly, and kept feeding him vegetables, wishing I could just feed the vegetables directly into his mouth to block any words he might say.
He paused, glanced at me suspiciously, and hesitantly started serving me dishes.
I clipped him more hahahaha.
Not to be outdone, he brought me back.
I picked out the crab claws and put them on his plate.
He skimmed the sesame pepper from the shredded chicken and put it in my bowl.
I picked up a spoon and scooped the soup over his meal.
He picked up the honey tea and filled my empty cup.
…
153.
I pulled out a tissue and handed it to him.
He called the waiter to pay the bill.
I:"… "
he:"… "
154.
Master! I lost!
I looked at the mountains of meat and vegetables in my bowl, took a few bites with trembling hands, moved my eyes to Gu Yiliang's face, and said with difficulty: "...I can't finish it..."
Gu Yiliang laughed and removed the bowls and plates in front of me: "Then you still eat hard? Don't hold on."
What a nice person.
Just as I was moved by his thoughtfulness, I saw him blinking, followed by my blunt voice and whispered: "After all, it's your body, and it hurts and hurts my heart."
155.
Farewell!
156.
I got up and walked out of the store without looking sideways, floating on the road like a wandering spirit.
Gu Yiliang caught up with a smile and put on my shoulder: "—I'm angry? I'm joking."
I glanced at him with a dead face, and pushed away his hand on my shoulder: "Pay attention to the influence."
He put his hand up again, and the laughter in his words could not be hidden: "It's okay to be photographed, so let the company issue a notice saying that Gu Wei has established diplomatic relations?"
157.
No, I don't understand.
The women's army spontaneously stood up to him and pressed me, it's fine, the little girl is not sensible, why even he consciously put his surname before my surname
Could it be that just because his surname Gu is the number one surname in Danmei, he can do whatever he wants
158.
I said dissatisfiedly: "That must be the establishment of diplomatic relations between Wei and Gu."
He gave me a genuinely puzzled look: "Is there a difference?"
I:"… "
Dashou, although I am also straight, it is true, but you are too straight!
159.
In order to restore his dignity in some strange places, I said something like "Wei Gu can be heard loudly", "Nice and memorable" to cover up the problem, and by the way, I secretly brainwashed him to put my name on it. It's better to be in front.
Xianxian joked a few more times. Seeing that I was about to reach the road, I was about to push his hand away again, but he put it down first, took out his phone and glanced at it.
I pouted in my heart.
Gee, look at this hypocritical quality idol.
160.
Then the hypocritical high-quality idol put away his phone, walked straight to a dark corner, and took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.
I:? ? ?
161.
I looked at Gu Yiliang, who was lighting a cigarette with his head down in front of me, and felt that the world was not very real.
Hello? Do you still remember the character of your high-quality idol
Do you remember that I was your opposite home
Do you remember that we knew each other for three years until we added WeChat yesterday
Although no one stipulates that idol stars can't smoke, but...
He saw the strange expression on my face and smiled: "Sorry, I suddenly want to smoke."
I was at a loss for words.
It's not because he would make such an upright behavior in front of me, but because he has excellent acting skills, a water-tight face, and a genuine smile, but I can feel his depressed mood.
162.
I said, "Aren't you afraid that I will take out my phone and take a photo and then put on a vest to blackmail you?"
Gu Yiliang smiled and shrugged indifferently.
It's not that I said that, the way he shrugged with a cigarette in his mouth was too ruffian and handsome, with an uninhibited taste.
I was probably bewildered by his appearance, and for a moment, I felt that Gu Wei's recitation was very loud and pleasant, and he had some memories.
163.
He lowered his head and smoked a cigarette and didn't speak. I looked up at him and didn't speak. The atmosphere wasn't embarrassing, but it made me feel a little uncomfortable.
This is Gu Yiliang. Gu Yiliang, who smiles so nicely when he is happy, is enough to confuse people when he smiles. How can he be allowed to use his low emotions to make people worry
This is irresponsible to my heart.
I twitched my head and lightly tapped his hand holding the cigarette case: "Why don't you teach me to smoke?"
164.
Gu Yiliang was a little surprised: "Why?"
Me: "...In this way, you don't have to be afraid that I will take out my mobile phone to take a picture and then put on a vest to blackmail you. Let's live and die together?"
He looked at me for a long time, then laughed sullenly, and passed the cigarette he was smoking to my lips.
165.
ah? Is he really straight?
I genuinely doubt it with my real name and sincerity
166.
With a complicated expression, I reached out and took the cigarette, put it in my mouth, and tried to take a—
— and then choked to death.
167.
Gu Yiliang took the cigarette back unsurprisingly and patted me on the back with a smile: "Now do you know what to learn and what not to learn?"
This bastard! I glared at him with tears in my eyes: "Stand still, just keep this posture, hold on, I'll take out my phone now and take pictures for proof!"
He couldn't stop laughing, took out his cell phone, turned on the camera, and pulled me to his side, with a cigarette in his mouth, hooking my neck for a series of continuous shots.
168.
I use the front camera that comes with the iPhone.
Well, I believe he's a straight guy.
169.
I'm confident enough in my face, and I've seen his skill in selecting photos. I didn't ask to see how the photos were taken. I just glanced at his mobile phone screensaver, which was a dozing cat.
The color looks a little familiar, as if it was the little milk cat he caught in the video posted by a friend in his circle.
I pointed to his phone: "Is this the cat you caught in the video? Grow up."
He was still hooking my neck, stunned for a moment.
170.
Done!
How can I explain that I saw that ancient video with only a few hundred retweets without following him and his friends in his circle? !
Will he think I'm a pervert who covets his spirit and flesh? !
171.
I put on the unfazed idol face again, scratching my ears and scratching my internal organs, and my brain was running at high speed, trying to find a reasonable explanation to make the words come back.
He touched the tip of his nose, and smiled a little embarrassedly: "So you saw it, so when you're filming later... are you a little more careful?"
172.
173.
I was stunned.