Xia Rao's suggestion moved Song Yaoyao a little.
When eating, she didn't expect the food here to be so delicious, so she accidentally ate some more. As a result, her belly was bulging in the end, comparable to the pregnant Xia Rao.
"elder brother."
Song Yaoyao whispered to Huo Yunque's ear, "I'm going to the bathroom."
"I'll accompany you."
"No no no!"
Song Yaoyao blushed slightly, "I'm not a child anymore, I'll go by myself."
The three men were chatting, although Mu Jing and Yi Ting were mostly talking and Huo Yunque was listening, but the atmosphere was harmonious, and people instinctively didn't want to break it.
Huo Yunque smiled, "Pay attention to your step and walk slowly."
"I know, I know."
Song Yaoyao was so embarrassed that she didn't dare to look at Lin Shuang and Xia Rao's teasing eyes, and ran away quickly.
This private restaurant is very quiet, with very few customers. Song Yaoyao guessed that it should be private in nature, and not many people are qualified to eat in.
Coming out of the bathroom, Song Yaoyao didn't rush back, but walked slowly along the wooden corridor.
There is a small fish pond on the left and right, and the moonlight is bright and clear. Occasionally, the koi raised in the pond will come out of the water to take a breath, making circles and ripples on the water surface.
Song Yaoyao bent over the railing, "Little koi, good evening~"
Zhong Li came out to breathe, and turned his head to see a girl bathed in the moonlight, with long black and soft hair hanging behind her head, like a little deer girl.
He leaned lazily on the wooden pillar, shook out a cigarette from the cigarette case and lit it, squinting at her.
If I remember correctly, this should be the second time he saw her.
Amidst the smog, the moonlight refracted the scales on the koi's body beautifully, golden yellow flashed, bringing a string of water droplets, and gently kissed the girl's delicate fingertips.
"Wow-"
Song Yaoyao looked at the wet fingers in surprise, and the koi in the pond were swimming around in the pond, "Are you giving face like this?"
I don't know who put the small bowl next to it, and there is some fish food in it.
Song Yaoyao sprinkled some in it, and sure enough, she saw more and more koi floating on the surface of the water, and began to grab food lively.
"Slow down, slow down, everyone has a share~"
"Ah… "
The girl's childish words made Zhong Li laugh. He snorted lightly, seeing Song Yaoyao pause and look at him.
Know that you are exposed.
He pinched out the cigarette and stood up lazily.
Cursing her lips, "We meet again, Miss Song...?"
Song Yaoyao blinked, and doubts appeared in her eyes at the right time, "We... know each other?"
Zhongli's coquettish smile froze at the corner of his lips, "What?"
"You may have mistaken the person." Song Yaoyao told him solemnly.
She poured the remaining fish food in the bowl into the pool, put down the bowl and clapped her little hands, "Sorry, I should go back."
The girl lifted her chin slightly, her delicate and charming face was filled with just the right amount of pride. When passing by, there is an inexplicable sweet fragrance on his body.
Very special taste.
This is the woman Huo Yunque loves so much? Undoubtedly—too small.
He reached out abruptly.
"Snapped-"
A slap was slapped on his arm, and the girl looked up at him indifferently, "What are you doing?" There was a coldness that could not be ignored in her soft voice.
The place where he was slapped was hot and painful, Zhong Li was stunned, and then he laughed a few times as if thinking of something interesting.
"We met last time at Huo's house. The place is the greenhouse. Miss Song, do you still remember?" He raised his hands and said, "I don't mean any harm, I just want to talk to Miss Song."
Song Yaoyao frowned slightly, then clapped her little hands, and smiled sweetly.
"Oh~ So it's you!"
She frowned pretending to be apologetic, "I'm sorry, I didn't hurt you, did I? Actually, I didn't use any force."
After all, force and force are mutual, just now without thinking, I didn't want Zhong Li to touch her, so I forgot that I was also afraid of pain. When apologizing, she raised her small head, her black and white apricot eyes were clear, and the water glinted in her eyes. She didn't know, she thought it was her who was beaten.
Looking at her expression, Zhong Li couldn't express his heart.
After a long time, he said generously and decently: "It's okay, Miss Song's strength is indeed very small, and it doesn't hurt at all."
His bones are about to break.
Song Yaoyao's dimples were deep, her eyelids curved into crescents, "Is it? It's good that you don't hurt." When she spoke, she put her little hands behind her back and rubbed them quietly.
Woo, it hurts...
Big loss!
"Miss Song also came to Yiranju for dinner?"
"Uh-huh."
Song Yaoyao's eyes fell on the small fish pond, and she dealt with it indiscriminately.
"I heard that Ms. Song is the director. I just returned to China recently and am planning to invest in some projects. However, as an outsider, I don't understand many things. Can I ask Ms. Song for advice?"
"Huh? Really?"
Song Yaoyao tilted her head, "But I only know how to make movies. Mr. Zhongli, why don't you ask the seniors in the industry for advice? I think they will be happy to explain your doubts."
Wearing a dark blue shirt and black trousers, the man who seemed to blend in with the night lightly smiled, "I don't know—does Ms. Song's new play lack investors?"
His facial features are profound, and a pair of long and narrow eyes fixedly stared at Song Yaoyao when he was talking. He should be of foreign origin, and there was a slight blue glint in the black pupils.
In terms of appearance, he is indeed handsome.
But it is completely different from Huo Yunque, Huo Yunque is restrained, you will never guess what he looks like when he loses his temper. He is always gentle and elegant, like a university professor who has read poetry and books.
Such as snow-capped mountains, bright moon.
But the man in front of him is different, he sticks together with the night, seemingly regardless of each other.
Song Yaoyao kept his appearance in her eyes calmly, nodded harmlessly, "Okay."
She seemed very happy that someone could invest in her new drama, and said, "I wonder which drama Mr. Zhongli prefers?"
Zhong Li pursed his lips and whispered softly, "I believe in Miss Song's level."
"Is that so?"
A glint flashed in Song Yaoyao's eyes, "I do have a new script recently, but it's not a costume drama, it's also an idol drama, but—"
Zhong Li turned his head and couldn't help looking at her.
"A sci-fi thriller."
Zhong Li couldn't laugh anymore.
Song Yaoyao was very happy, clapping her little hands and said: "Mr. Zhongli, in order for you to understand better, let me tell you what my script is mainly about?"
Zhong Li stood in a dimly lit place, his expressionless face froze.
After what seemed like a long time, he nodded slightly, "Okay."
"The background of my script takes place in the present, the end of the world. More than half of the people in the world have been infected with the virus and have become human-eating zombies. The only ones left are called survivors. Oh, by the way, Mr. Zhongli, "Song Yaoyao blinked and asked, "Do you know what a zombie looks like?"