Wen Ying said hello to the cameraman who was following him, paused the recording, and walked towards Zou Weidong.
In front of the frozen food cabinet, Zou Weidong was bending over to pick up three packs of quick-frozen dumplings and put them into the cart. He was wearing a shirt and no tie today, with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He was much younger than last time, and he looked like a good-natured man. , In the context of the supermarket, it is surprisingly harmonious.
Wen Ying walked to his side: "Why are you eating frozen food again, where is Mrs. Li?"
In my memory, the CEO doesn't like extravagance and waste, and he won't call a shop that can't be lined up like in the book, ordering an expensive takeaway. But when the original owner was still with him, he hired a nanny, and he would only buy some quick-frozen food to prepare at home when the nanny was on vacation.
"Something happened to her family and she returned home." He glanced to the side, saw that it was her, and answered naturally. Compared with the barking teeth and claws in the hotel, the atmosphere between the two of them is a rare familiarity.
It may have been her constant texting with him during this period that played a role.
She flipped through one of the dumplings, and squinted at him, "You don't care about the date, this bag is about to expire, buy it back and eat it as crotons?"
The CEO glanced at her hand, and was rarely speechless for a moment, never expecting that he would make such a low-level mistake.
Wen Ying put this bag back, and took the other two bags out of the car and put them back.
"Is there any problem?" He wondered.
"It's not nutritious. If you want to eat dumplings, I'll make some for you and put them in the refrigerator. It's definitely better than the ones made in the factory."
Zou Weidong's expression changed subtly, she noticed it, and the atmosphere changed immediately.
She tilted her head up and smiled charmingly: "I heard that a famous director is casting a role recently, and Mr. Zou invested in the filming. Why, don't you allow me to curry favor with the investors?"
He frowned, and his tone became cold, "It's up to you."
Wen Ying still bought flour and dumpling stuffing, and mentioned Fang Xing's house together. Both Fang Xing and Zou Weidong have a small villa in Jindu Garden, which is why they met in the nearby supermarket.
Fang Xing's assistant opened the door for her, "Brother Fang Xing is still on the set, let me open the door first, and I'll be back in a while."
Wen Ying raised the ingredients in both hands and shook him at him: "It's just right, I'll cook first. Xiao Wu, right? You are not allowed to report to him, or I will let him deduct your salary!"
The threat from the "lady boss" came too suddenly, the assistant nodded repeatedly, expressing that he would not!
As soon as Fang Xing came home, knowing that the surroundings were probably covered with cameras, he still unruly fell on the sofa, so tired that he didn't want to move a finger. He would only lazily call out: "Xiao Wu, hasn't Yingying come yet?"
As he finished speaking, there was a sudden exclamation from the location of the restaurant.
Fang Xing jumped up from the sofa in a jerk, and ran to the kitchen to see that Wen Ying was clutching her left index finger, as if she had been cut.
Her facial features were originally sharp and bright, but at this moment, her brows were frowning, and there was a faint mist in her eyes. When she glanced over, he was caught off guard, and his heart suddenly collapsed.
At the beginning, Wen Ying heard the sound of him entering the room, and wanted to scare him, and also wanted to laugh at him after he was anxious.
Unexpectedly, he strode forward with a big stride, his thick eyebrows were furrowed tightly, and the aura that was condensed due to the prudence and nervousness at that moment made her startled for a moment, and when she didn't pay attention, his fingers were caught in his mouth.
After being stunned, Wen Ying chuckled: "Hey, you are stupid, at least check to see if I'm really injured?"
Only then did he come to his senses, and he let go of her finger like an electric shock, and saw that it was as smooth as ever.
He pretended to be chic and spread his hands: "That's really a pity."
Wen Ying gave him a white look, "Let's go! The kitchen is now my territory, and you are not allowed to come in again." She chased people away with a spatula. Her image has always been glamorous, and it is rare to see her with a plaster and oil stains on her apron.
"That's a bit unreasonable..." He was pushed out in the rebuttal.
As soon as the kitchen door was closed, Fang Xing's expression changed immediately.
The cameras installed in the restaurant successfully recorded Fang Xing's performance: His face seemed to be in control, and suddenly turned red, and he slapped himself on the forehead. The expression on his face was clearly engraved with the word "idiot" to laugh at himself. . Then, feeling that it wasn't enough, he knocked his head on the marble dining table, looking completely regretful after doing something stupid.
Some fans commented after seeing this scene: "What to do, I think we woke up stupidly, as if we really fell in love with Wen Ying, ahh, I really want to cry. But his heart-beating expression is so loving hahahaha Haha. Please give me a dozen if you are so stupid!"
When Wen Ying put the dishes on the table, Fang Xing had returned to his unrestrained and handsome appearance, posing as a gourmet, and reviewed the dishes one by one. When he actually started to eat the food, he just took a bite when he had a "difficult to describe" expression on his face.
Wen Ying smiled brightly and threatened: "Try to spit it out?"
He barely swallowed it, and she held a chopstick and fed it to his mouth, "Open your mouth, ah—"
Fang Xing: "..."
After lunch, the two laughed and laughed together, cleaned up, and played games for a while, from Three Kingdoms to Monopoly and then to uno cards, all the way to fight like a raging fire!
After the recording was over, he sorted out the cards, and she went to the kitchen to bring out a bag of flour, took the bag and was ready to leave,
He sat on the floor with his legs bent, and asked seemingly casually: "Zou Weidong also has a house in this area, did you know?" In fact, what he wanted to ask was, have you ever been there.
"Um."
Her attitude was so calm that he mistook his gaze for a moment and landed on the bag of flour. He asked, "Why did you buy flour and what are you using it for?"
Wen Ying replied with a smile: "Here, let's go home and make dumplings."
Wen Ying wore sunglasses and a mask, pressed a hat and rang the doorbell of Zou Weidong's house.
When she met Zou Weidong in the supermarket, she knew that the suggestion to let the program crew make a "surprise lunch" was not in vain. The original owner was still too stupid, he gave everything that should be paid, but what he should get was snatched away by Zhou Pei's lips.
Zou Weidong opened the door for her remotely, and when she walked into the room, a trace of sarcasm curled up on her lips: "Shame on you?"
"For the sake of being your cook, please show mercy to Mr. Zou." Wen Ying rolled her eyes and smiled at him, and swayed into the kitchen.
Zou Weidong leaned against the door frame and looked at her.
He has always thought that he knows this woman, is ambitious, and is willing to let go of his figure, but he is not smart enough or resilient. Once such a person suffers a blow and falls from the apex, he will be smashed to pieces and begin to collapse psychologically. When he decided to support Zhou Pei, he had thought about her ending—probably shutting himself at home all day, hoping that her manager would help her solve the problem, or turn around and beg him.
I never thought that he would have a day when he was blind.
Zhou Pei called him two days ago due to the pressure of public opinion, and confided to him: "I just want to play my own role well, even if I can't compare to her, don't I even have the qualifications to work hard?"
After he promised to solve it as soon as possible, he unconsciously paid attention to the movements of his little canary.
As an outsider, he doesn't understand the improvement of acting skills. She has changed a lot in terms of public relations attitude and wording alone. He didn't know how many times he paid for her "amazing words". The fight on the reality show made him look at her with admiration.
In the middle of her work, Wen Ying saw that the CEO was in a daze, so she sneaked over, scratched his face with a hand covered in flour, then turned and ran away.
Before he could take two steps, he was hugged by someone.
Her waist is particularly sensitive. He has rubbed it countless times before, and she suddenly smiled and limp in his arms, trying to stand up straight and break free: "I'm just joking, why are you so stingy!"
"Huh?" His slightly hot breath sprayed on her neck, and his tone revealed another danger, "Who are you kidding?"
She surrendered: "I was wrong, I was wrong, let me go, I won't have the energy to cook for you."
"Then don't do it." He tightened his arms, lowered his head and kissed her neck, and sucked out a hickey skillfully in an instant. Turn it down the neckline and onto the shoulders.
She went numb all over, but her fingernails dug into his arm, and she shouted in a low voice, "Zou Weidong!"
He let go of her hand, let her stand unsteadily to support the cooking table, went to unbutton the top button of the shirt, and said slowly: "Isn't this what you want? Is the audition right? I will remember to follow Director Zheng."
Wen Ying turned around, watched his actions, closed her eyes, and the slight weakness she showed was covered up in an instant. But she knew that the other party must be able to see it.
"If it was Zhou Pei, would you do the same to her?"
Zou Weidong stopped moving his hands, and his eyes turned cold, "Don't mention her, she is different from you."
"She's different from me?" Wen Ying sneered, "Yes, she's different from me. I have to sell myself to have a chance to climb up. She doesn't have to do anything, and Mr. Zou will help her pave the way!"
"Are you complaining? You think I get benefits from this, and I give it voluntarily. I didn't force you." He raised his brows, "Zhou Pei didn't think about getting anything from me. When we met, she still Being your stand-in for a whole year, she knows who I am and what I can bring to her, but her attitude towards me has never changed."
There are too few female stars in the entertainment industry who simply harbor dreams and refuse to fall into the quagmire. Because of this, after he and Zhou Pei had a deep friendship, he couldn't help but want to help her.
Of course, he did have a crush on her. He appreciates smart women. Zhou Pei is very cunning, knows what he wants, and knows where the bottom line is.
"If I had known that I could get everything by chatting with you for a year, why should I sleep with you?" Wen Ying raised her head, revealing her white neck, and the dark flower that he just fell on it seemed to be mocking She, she also laughed, "You're right, I'm different from her, I'm far less intelligent than her."
He wanted to refute again, but seeing her sad appearance, he suddenly couldn't bear it.
Men are like this, they appreciate smart and thoughtful women, but they feel pity for a somewhat naive woman like Wen Ying.
Wen Ying's innocence at this moment even made him feel stupid and cute.
"After all, you have been with me for a few years. This time I used your fame to hype things up. I did too much. If you want an audition opportunity for Director Zheng, I will go to him personally and tell him as compensation for you. "He softened his tone.
Wen Ying listened, covered her face and slid down the cooking counter wall.
"I know, I know that you are laughing at me just like them. Obviously I was greedy for shortcuts and wanted to reach the sky in one step, and I didn't keep what I bought with my body. But I have to complain about others here. You are willing to help Zhou unconditionally Pei, who do you want to treat is your choice, who am I? What qualifications do I have to intervene? "
He looked down at her squatting at his feet, curled up, which made him want to reach out and touch her head.
"But, I'm just not reconciled." She seemed to be crying, but also seemed to be laughing, "Haven't I ever been stupid? You thought that the time I spent with you was a money transaction, but—to say that I overestimated my abilities Well, at that time, I really, really took you as my boyfriend. I was hypocritical and lied to myself that we were dating, and I didn't betray myself. In order to lie to myself, I broke up with my boyfriend who had been dating for three years. "She giggled, "I'm really stupid, why would I set up an archway when I'm a bitch? If I didn't tell Lu Ze, I would have a movie star boyfriend now."
He was faintly touched.
She bit her lip and wiped away her tears with her hands behind her back, her curly hair sticking to her face, she looked very embarrassed, "Later I realized that I was too naive. I went to deliver your meal, but the receptionist wouldn't let me in. I gave Your secretary answered the call when you called, and he told me that not any messy woman can see you whenever she wants, and advised me to be good, and not to bother you whenever I have something to do. I suddenly understood. "
Zou Weidong sketched out the scene at that time in his mind, heaved a long sigh, knelt down and hugged her.
"Why didn't you tell me." Although he didn't care about her, he wouldn't let others show her face.
"I thank her." She was held in his arms, neither resisting nor obeying, "I woke up after that, people have to see their position clearly, I can deceive myself, but I can't deceive others. Lu Ze scolded I'm right, I'm a disgusting and dirty woman who will do anything to become famous."
"Sakura Sakura..."
He called her by her nickname in a low voice, which he never called her before unless he was beside the bed.
She shook her head, wanted to stand up, and said, "I'm really sorry for Mr. Zou today. I probably can't make dumplings, and you keep letting me complain." She got up too quickly, and her numb legs trembled. She supported the cooking table.
But Zou Weidong picked her up quickly, and said before she struggled: "Don't be brave, I don't mean anything else." He glanced at her lightly, and suddenly smiled, "My face is almost covered with mud, I can't get out of it." mouth."
When she wiped her tears, she wiped all the flour on it, but she was about to rub it out.
Wen Ying was startled, then buried herself in his arms, and bit his shoulder sullenly, "Don't laugh!"
For a moment, he suddenly had some inexplicable emotions in his heart.
Wen Ying packed up her makeup and walked out of the villa. The sun was already setting and the setting sun was like blood.
As soon as the iron door was closed, she turned her head and froze in place.
Fang Xing leaned against the white wall by the iron gate and lowered his head, with a cigarette between his fingers. Hearing the "squeak" sound of closing the door, he raised his head and looked at her. The half-burned soot shook and shattered in the grass.
"You are indeed here."