The alley is very long, and the exit on the other side is facing a comprehensive shopping mall.
He Baimian walked behind Di Qiuhe with a sullen face and asked, "Where are you taking me?"
Di Qiuhe pressed the brim of his hat, raised his slender fingers, and pointed to the mall across the road, "Go to the supermarket, buy steak, go home and cook."
He Bai was surprised, "Can you cook?"
"It was you who invited me to eat steak." Di Qiuhe turned to look at him, his mouth curled up, and his voice was low and gentle, but He Bai felt very damned, "So of course you do it. Also, I pick steak and you pay. "
"… I do not know how to cook."
"Then learn." Di Qiuhe patted him on the head, like he was taking pictures of his own wayward puppy, comforting his heart, "Don't be afraid, I will find you cooking tutorials. If you blow up my kitchen, it doesn't matter. , Pay for it, I'll give you half the price."
"Thank you for your generosity and generosity." He Bai waved his head and shook his hand away.
Di Qiuhe raised his eyebrows, pulled his hair lightly when he retracted his hand, and smiled contentedly, "You don't have to keep showing me your admiration for me, I would be embarrassed."
"..." Can't communicate with shameless people.
After buying the ingredients as quickly as possible, Di Qiuhe paid the bill, took He Bai through the alley and returned to the car.
He Bai immediately took the camera bag into his arms after getting in the car, took out his phone from the inside and looked at Di Qiuhe, and said, "Tell me your account number, and I will transfer the money for grocery shopping to you." , He wouldn’t fall back on the bill. It was an accident that Di Qiuhe had just asked Di Qiuhe to pay. His wallet, mobile phone and camera bag were left in the car together, and he couldn’t pay.
"I only accept cash." Di Qiuhe leaned over to help him fasten his seatbelt, then sat down and took care of himself and started the car, "and just new paper money."
The handsome face of the other party approached and left, and a faint smell of men's perfume was smelled between his nose. He Bai held the wallet for a moment, then gritted his teeth, "Di Qiuhe, you did it on purpose!"
"You finally found out." Di Qiuhe turned the car and drove towards his residence, and gave him a smile. "So are you going to continue beating me now? Puppy, I have some pain in my shoulder, which may affect the future. The progress of the filming, do you have to pay for my lost work?"
He Bai put away the phone with a sullen face and decided to change a pile of coins to kill the bastard.
The car drove into the underground garage of a high-end residential complex, He Bai carried a camera bag and a computer box, Di Qiuhe carried food, and stood side by side at the elevator entrance waiting for the elevator.
Click.
He Bai turned his head sensitively and looked at a dimly lit corner of the garage.
"What's the matter?" Di Qiuhe turned his head to look at him, took off his hat and pulled his hair, his posture was very relaxed, "Is the computer too heavy? Give it to me, and I will help you get it."
There was another faint shutter sound, He Bai frowned, and decisively stuffed the computer into Di Qiuhe's arms, took out the camera and adjusted the exposure, turned on the flash, and pressed the shutter crazily against the dim place.
With a ding sound, the elevator arrives.
Di Qiuhe realized that something was wrong, and then looked at the dimly lit place, squinted his eyes, and asked, "Is someone taking a sneak shot?"
"Well, if I didn't play with the camera myself, I was very sensitive to the shutter sound, and I might not be able to detect it." He Bai nodded, put the camera down, and turned to look at him, "Should you call for security?"
"Of course." Di Qiuhe took out his mobile phone and called the property, then smiled as if thinking of something, and put him on his shoulder affectionately, and said as he walked into the elevator, "Puppy boy, Do you want to have fun?"
With a heavy shoulder, the other's body temperature was transmitted through the two layers of clothes. Two people who are not so familiar with each other made such intimate movements. He Bai felt very uncomfortable, but he was afraid that Di Qiuhe did it deliberately. The person who took the camera watched it patiently and waited patiently for the elevator door to close before stepping away from his hand, frowning and asking, "What are you going to do?"
Di Qiuhe retracted his hand along the way, pressed the button on the top floor, looked up in the direction of the elevator camera, and curled his lips, "Of course it is better to start first."
He Bai also followed to look at the location of the elevator camera, something vaguely appeared in his mind, and quickly disappeared. He rubbed his forehead suspiciously, and unconsciously grasped the camera bag strap. Candid photos, elevators, Di Qiuhe... How do you feel as if you have heard these three connected words somewhere
The apartment that Di Qiuhe lives in is very large and has a duplex structure. Most of the first floor has a large living room. There is a small room in the corner of the living room. It is Di Qiuhe’s bedroom. The second floor is completely empty and the decoration is very deserted. It doesn't look like a home, it's more like a temporary stopover hotel.
He Bai stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows and looked at the vast city scenery outside, feeling hatred in his heart, then turned to look at Di Qiuhe who was walking here with the fruit, and was silently jealous again.
He has wide shoulders, narrow waist, big long legs, and a handsome face with a fair face and rich face.
"First eat some fruit to cushion your stomach, I'll search for you cooking tutorials." Di Qiuhe put down the fruit, walked to him, suddenly put his shoulders on his shoulders, took out his mobile phone and took a selfie with the two of them.
"What are you doing?" He Bai avoided his arm sideways.
"I said, you must start first." Di Qiuhe retracted his arm before he completely avoided, walked to the sofa and dragged a laptop, tapped on it a few times, and then turned the screen to face him. Click to play the video, "Okay, the tutorial for frying steak is searched out. Let's cook after reading it."
He Bai, who was waiting to see him make the excitement, couldn't help but stare, "This is what you used first to make a strong point?" It arouses curiosity but is not satisfied. This is something that beasts can do!
"Immediately." Di Qiuhe picked up the phone and quickly took a picture of him staring at him, then pointed to his camera bag on the sofa, and said, "I want to borrow the photo you just took, don't mind."
This kind of careless and leisurely, impatient person will probably be pissed to death.
He Bai tugged at the corner of his mouth, stepped forward and pulled the memory card out of the camera, then took out a card reader to insert the card and put it in front of him, "Use it as you like, as long as you don't delete my photos."
"Good." Di Qiuhe reached out to touch his head.
He Bai decisively picked up a pillow and pressed it on his face.
Di Qiuhe pulled down the pillow, lowered his head and smiled softly.
The laughter was clear and sweet, reverberating in the living room, and matched with the handsome side face he showed when he lowered his head, it was as perfect as a painting.
He Bai's hands were itchy and couldn't help but pick up the camera and press the shutter at him. Then when he found that he could not shoot without a card, he rolled his eyes and sat opposite Di Qiuhe, dragging his computer to watch the cooking tutorial.
"I will shoot you when I'm done, don't be angry." Di Qiuhe pushed the fruit tray in front of him, then pulled out another computer from the mezzanine of the coffee table, turned it on, plugged in a card reader, and quickly started operation.
The tone of the sentence just now seems to have a gentle and friendly taste... No, it's all an illusion, such a bad guy has nothing to do with the word gentle! He Bai rubbed his forehead, trying to keep his sight on the video.
Eight minutes later, the cooking video ended, and Di Qiuhe's typing sound stopped.
"Okay." Di Qiuhe snapped his fingers.
He Bai looked up at him.
"Look at this." Di Qiuhe turned the computer in front of him, then got up and went to the kitchen.
He Bai dragged his computer over with curiosity and touched the touchpad with his finger.
On the computer screen is the Weibo page, Di Qiuhe's account is logged in, and there is a new message on it.
Di Qiuhe: When I came home from the show, I ran into my younger brother, so I invited the younger brother to go home for a gathering, but didn’t want to meet the reporter to follow along. The younger brother who was studying in the journalism school played together and took a few photos with the reporter. How do you think he can score in this matchup? 【Picture】X9
He Bai opened the pictures one by one and found that the first eight photos were all paparazzi photos taken by him, and they were all stamped. The remaining one was a selfie of him and Di Qiuhe, only his face stamped.
After a few minutes, the bottom comments have been brushed to hundreds of them. He clicked and scanned them roughly. After summing up, he found that the bottom comments were divided into four types: first, straightforwardly scoring the photos; second, accusing the paparazzi of shame. Di Qiuhe’s younger brother did a good job; 3. Analyze the location of the photo shoot, and finally concluded that the photo was taken in the garage, and the paparazzi was the one who took the photo of Di Qiuhe’s house; 4. Scolded Di Qiuhe for being too careless and using the influence of the artist Expose the appearance of the paparazzi, fan fans to scold the paparazzi, make a fuss, have a small belly, and abuse online violence.
The bustle is bustle, but it's just that? Send a Weibo to let others scold him
He Bai said that he didn't understand Di Qiuhe's brain circuit, and was about to ask, when he found that there were a few pages next to him, he moved his finger to open it in confusion.
Another Weibo page stayed on the homepage of a marketing account, with a newly released revelation at the top.
I love gossip and I am proud: aniseed! A certain little fresh meat with the surname D was refrigerated by the old owner, and angrily terminated the contract! Reminder: Xiao Xianrou, surnamed D, had an affair with the new host of a certain TV station, and it is rumored that Xiao Xianrou is actually the eldest master of the old club. However, if you have a stepmother, you will have a stepdad, so... you know .
He Bai opened his mouth slightly, and clicked on the remaining pages again.
There are a total of seven or eight pages, except for the first one which is Di Qiuhe’s homepage, the rest are all the homepages of various marketing accounts. Foresee how lively Weibo will be in the future.
"Did you finish reading?" Di Qiuhe came out with two glasses of juice, put a glass in front of him, sat opposite him and smiled, "This is the first batch, and the second batch will follow right away, until the end. I would be scolded miserably, then log out of Weibo under "sadness", and disappear from public view until the new work is released."
The vague things in his mind suddenly became clear. He remembered the personal interview with Di Qiuhe he had watched before his rebirth. It was mentioned that Di Qiuhe had been forced by his boss because of some negative news. After refrigerating, he quit Weibo sadly, and did not reappear in the public until "Xiantu" was released, and then used a real hammer to clean up the negative news of the year.
The negative news of the year seemed to be something like "When Hong Xianrou was suspected of being out of control due to drug abuse, he pulled the reporter into the elevator, and seriously injured him to death." I just paid attention to the review, but just so casual attention, I probably know how badly that fresh meat was bullied by the media in those days.
So, if he didn't come back with Di Qiuhe today, then Di Qiuhe might be blocked in the elevator by the reporter who was secretly photographed, creating the sensational "seriously injured reporter" incident in his previous life? And what Di Qiuhe's so-called act first is better, does it mean that the reporters should get rid of themselves one step at a time
"Are you sick in your brain?" he couldn't help asking.