296.
Sing a ghost!
The company is asking us to "sell" rot, not letting us really rot ourselves!
Contact the previous article. We are now inexplicably living together and going to bed together. In the play, we have to wear a couple's costume. Let's sing a lady and we'll just quit the circle and go abroad to get married.
297.
I pretended to be stupid: "Does Jay Chou have this song?"
Gu Yiliang looked surprised: "Are you born after zero?"
"...Oh, madam, old song," I struggled to make it clear, "I can't remember the words."
He took the mobile phone I put on the table, and shook it in front of the camera in a grand manner: "It's okay, you can check it now."
298.
hand! machine! shell!
299.
My heart broke for a while, trying to control my body language, like persuading a gangster with a gun to take a hostage, slowly swinging my hands down, motioning him to put down my phone quickly, and saying, "This song has a weird tempo, and there's rap too. , it's not good to sing."
He completely ignored my signal and glanced at the live broadcast room: "A lot of people want to listen to it, they are all swiping the screen, so let's sing it. If you can't sing well, it's to entertain the public."
No, the lady they painted is not the name of the song!
I looked at Gu Yiliang with misery - and directly unlocked my phone.
…
300.
I was stunned, he was stunned, and there was a ten-second blank silence in the comments of the live broadcast room.
He looked at the interface of his mobile phone, which obviously did not belong to him. He reacted and handed the mobile phone to me: "I'm sorry, I thought it was my mobile phone... Your password is also 8888."
I laughed dryly: "Yes, Geely."
He nodded again and again: "Mine too, easy to remember."
301.
Stop struggling!
He entered the password without looking at it. Even I thought he unlocked the lock with a fingerprint. What else is there to wash? After draining the water from the Yellow River, I couldn't wash it!
302.
I smiled with tears in my eyes: "Then let's sing, hurry up and sing, I'll treat you to supper after singing."
It doesn't make any sense to sing or not to sing anyway, the speed will end this catastrophe, and I can still have a meal at the pho stall next to the crew before I am forced to withdraw from the circle.
I'm afraid I won't be able to eat it later.
303.
A high-pitched song.
Gu Yiliang looked at me with a little surprise, and boasted with a smile: "So you can sing so well, you were humble just now."
Yes, I could sing in the first place. I learned it professionally, and just now I put out 12 points of concentration to sing.
After all, this is probably the last song I sing in front of the camera.
I rolled my eyes at him, clasped my fists and cupped my hands: "The sound conditions are not good for you, so I can only find the tune with the beat."
He smiled and shoved me lightly, and then sold a crying face to the live broadcast room: "I said that I can't find the beat and I'm out of tune."
Just stop talking!
I pulled him back, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "It's hard to sing, you have to sing..."
"Then it's better to sing next time?" he asked me with a smile.
My mouth is full of good, yes, yes, yes, and my heart says, next time, next time you change CP to sing with you.
304.
We hung up the standard business smiles and blew a few natural segments to each other. Gu Yiliang leaned over and picked up the phone. He said some closing remarks with me, and finally pressed the button to stop the live broadcast. An hour of horror.
…
I was paralyzed on the sofa like a big salted fish, gasping for breath, crying, and speaking silently.
Gu Yiliang simply packed his things, looked back and saw that I was still paralyzed, came over and pushed my waist.
I said weakly, "What are you doing?"
He replied, "Help you turn over?"
As a salted fish, I sat up neatly, and said bitterly, "Gu Yiliang!"
He looked at me innocently and ignorantly: "Huh?"
I looked at his innocent eyes, and the words of accusation rolled over on the tip of my tongue a few times, and finally I waved my hand: "...Forget it, let's go to have a late night snack."
He rolled his eyes: "Yeah."
305.
He was smiling and walking like flying, I had a bitter face, and my steps were vain.
All the way to the destination, I ordered the dishes and sat down. I braced my heavy head and watched him take apart the sterilized tableware and pour hot water to sterilize it.
Probably because I had been silent for too long, he reached out to rub my head, but I slapped it away with a paw.
He laughed sullenly, pushed the hot bowl and chopsticks in front of me, took my set and took it apart: "Angry? After all, it's the company's request—"
I interrupted him in a muffled voice: "Then you have to master the degree..."
and many more.
I swallowed my words and stared at him with round eyes: "Do you know that the company is asking us to sell rot?"
What happened to the brotherhood link that broke the sky in the first half? ?
He touched the tip of his nose: "… I know."
I looked at him with a broken expression: "Huh?!"
306.
The skewers came first, he took off the bamboo skewer and put the meat into my bowl: "I didn't intend to follow the company's requirements, we are not bad at this level of heat, and I didn't rely on this to get the show. "
He paused, then continued: "And it seems that you are also very cooperative, resisting the company is very vigorous..."
Isn't that because I can't be compared by you!
I adjusted my expression, held up a pair of chopsticks, and put them beside his mouth like a reporter interviewed: "Then, may I ask what made you change your mind?"
He was silent for a while, and said, "Suddenly I realize that there is too much heat and not overwhelmed. It's good to add some heat. Maybe it can broaden the way of acting?"
Before I could speak, he put on a tone of accusation: "I originally wanted to ask you to talk about it, and you'll be done with a peach, but you didn't cooperate again—you are so wronged by selling rot with me. … "
Do you blame me for co-authoring? ! I'm not your concubine, it's no use selling my crying face—
Still somewhat useful.
My voice trembled: "Blame me, blame me for not reacting. But ah, take good care of it, good brother—"
He froze slightly when I called him, and when he saw my face sobbing, he laughed abruptly: "What are you afraid of?"
This fearless look is really maddening, I took a bite of the meat angrily: "Of course you have acting skills and strength, of course you are not afraid, I am inferior to you by a line, and I am shorter than you in every aspect. The pot is all on my head, okay?"
307.
He: "...you can think back to what you said."
Me: "… not short, not short, very long!"
308.
He laughed so hard that he almost shattered himself. After I pushed him angrily, he forced himself to calm down and stabilized his voice: "I have a good grasp of it."
My eyes are dead: "Then your degree may not be the same as mine."
He said: "Where do you think there is a problem, talk about it."
Me: "Yanyan?"
He: "Don't your assistant and your fans also call it that? It's okay in the comments."
Me: "The noise made me rest?"
He: "We live next door, and the second brother Guan Wu is strong, how loud is the knock on the door."
Me: "What time do you go to bed?"
He: "You answered very clearly. The Chinese language is broad and profound, and their misunderstanding is their problem."
Me: "Our appearances in the play are a good match?"
Him: "Isn't that what you said?"
I:"… "
309.
Blame me! It's all my fault!
My existence is a mistake!
310.
I shook the phone in my hand: "...how to explain the phone case?"
He took a sip of Jia Duo Bao and blinked: "When you go back, you can sign a few more with me. It would be better if Weibo draws and distributes fan benefits."
… What a genius, even his Weibo can explain it.
He tugged at my face: "Originally selling rot was just for the first year of the first year of the new year, and the rest of the fifteenth was left to the fans to make up their own minds. There is absolutely no problem with our interaction, it's open and aboveboard. You just think too much. —"
It seems... is this the truth? But can you think about it too much? I myself am our CP rice!
After listening to his seemingly well-founded explanation, my heart was a little settled.
I poked the fried rice noodles on the plate with the tip of my chopsticks, and hesitantly tried: "...why do you have to sing the lady?"
"Huh?" He looked at me puzzled, "Didn't the fans order it?"
311.
So you are very skilled except for the lady who doesn't understand? !
A steamer who doesn't even know the name of the CP can actually sprinkle every bite of sugar with precision, what kind of good fortune is this!
312.
I looked up at the sky, and I thought it was over, I would trouble Sister Man, let her work harder, and control the direction of public opinion, and then I look forward to what emergencies in the entertainment industry will happen tomorrow. Cover it up, if you can't find a few more paragraphs of my scandal, let the lady's popularity drop, and after a while, Gu Yiliang and I will be able to have a good relationship with each other.
Gu Yiliang saw that my face softened a little, and he breathed a sigh of relief. He smiled and said, "Is it really so unhappy? Is it so uncomfortable to sell rot with me?"
I bit the barbecue and whispered, "How can I do it? It's mainly because my business skills are too poor and I'm not a good family, so I'm not worthy of you."
He bent his eyes and smiled: "Didn't I tell you to teach you to act? You should work hard."
What does this mean... is it set
I was so fascinated by his laugh that I even forgot that the company didn't necessarily plan to let us sell CPs for a long time, so I replied stupidly, "Oh, okay."
He nodded, took off another skewer for me, and picked all the brittle bones into my bowl.
313.
I watched his movements, and my heart was slightly touched.
She pinched her face and rubbed her head and shoulders, and said everything along my way. I coaxed me when I found out that I was unhappy, and I didn’t think that my professional level was not enough, and said that I wanted to help me improve.
He will shout to care about me, give me benefits secretly, adjust the camera at my request, force me to eat dinner, help me iron and disinfect tableware and chopsticks, and notice that I like to eat Brittle bones.
This business object of mine is really perfect, and the candy he sends is especially delicious.
314.
Then I suddenly realized.
These are not required by the company, nor are they in front of the camera