The Ghostbuster and the Almighty Man

The smile on the director's face froze.

"Director, Mr. Wei said that he didn't want to film his private life. How about reducing Mr. Wei's private recording time?" Zheng Quzhi said euphemistically.

The director couldn't help but look at the people he ignored. Lin Niansi introduced him. Recently, there has been a lot of ill-information, because it can attract audiences and earn more traffic and popularity with Lin Niansi, so he agreed.

"Mr. Zheng and Mr. Wei know each other?" the director asked.

"Yeah." Zheng Quzhi nodded conservatively, without saying much about his relationship with Wei Yan.

Hearing the names of himself and Zheng Quzhi put together, Wei Yan turned around and said to the others faintly: "What he just said is what I want to say to the show crew."

Stop talking and walk out. Seeing Zheng Quzhi didn't follow up, he couldn't help but frown, "Are you not going to eat?"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

The director group staying in the room: "..."

There is no way, but to withdraw both the camera and the cameraman, so as not to offend the boss and break the contract and leave.

***

The hotel has lunch, but Wei Yan does not like to eat hotel packages. Zheng Quzhi found a hot pot restaurant around the hotel, and took Wei Yan with a reluctant face to eat hot pot.

Zheng Quzhi likes to eat hot pot in winter, which makes people feel warm when he looks at it. But Wei Yan didn't seem to think so, and refused to say it with a face full of resistance. Looking at the boiling water in the pot was like looking at a dangerous object that attacked at any time.

"Have you never eaten hot pot?" Zheng Qu asked with his eyes turned slightly, and suddenly looked up at Wei Yan.

Wei Yan glanced at him, still pressing his lips blankly, and said lightly, "I don't like eating such food."

After speaking, I was choked by the hot air and coughed a few times.

Zheng Quzhi shook his head regretfully: "That's really a pity. It must be because you haven't eaten it before, so I don't like it. Later, if you eat it, you will definitely like it."

Regarding this, Wei Yan was noncommittal.

Compromise and follow-up means that he is willing to give Zheng Quzhi a try. It is useless to say more.

The food ordered was quickly brought up by the waiter. Zheng Quzhi didn't feel the order of the order. He put down a few things he liked and asked Wei Yan without looking up, "What do you want to eat first?"

Wei Yan poured the cabbage down silently.

Zheng Quzhi: "..."

Mr. Wei really cannot do without cabbage everywhere.

It seems that since I was teaching Wei Yan to cook, he said he likes to eat cabbage. Every time he goes out to eat, Wei Yan must order cabbage? ? ?

and many more……

Zheng Quzhi tightened the chrysanthemum, raised his eyes and looked at Wei Yan with complicated eyes. Does Mr. Wei really have any... unrealistic thoughts about him?

Wei Yan, who had just finished putting the cabbage, raised his eyes, his voice was low and magnetic: "What?"

Zheng Quzhi lowered his eyes, resisted not asking what he said, then raised his head again after a few seconds, showing his face: "It's nothing, it's just that I can eat hot pot with people like Mr. Wei, I feel a little flattered."

"Is this shocking?" Wei Yan looked at Zheng Quzhi who was sitting languidly opposite, his dark eyes were silent: "What should I do in the future?"

Zheng Quzhi instantly sat upright: "Hmm?"

Boss, what are you going to do to me! ! !

Wei Yan remained silent, lowered his head and rolled up his cuffs earnestly, revealing a nice wrist. Another hot air came on her face, Wei Yan's face changed slightly, turning around and coughing in a low voice.

Zheng Quzhi's eyes flickered, turned the pot, and raised his chin toward the clear soup: "You eat here."

"Why?" Wei Yan frowned upon hearing this. Why let him eat the other side? Dislike him? Isolate him?

"This is Mandarin Duck Pot." Zheng Quzhi dutifully explained to Wei Yan: "You can't eat spicy food, so you can eat spicy food. I like spicy food, so I eat spicy food."

"Mandarin duck pot?" Wei Yan raised his eyes, and a dark color was drawn under his eyes.

Zheng Quzhi nodded casually, and quickly picked up the cabbage and put it in Wei Yan's bowl, "Dip some sauce, it's delicious."

As he said, he picked up another piece of cabbage and put it in the spicy soup, so he didn't care that it was still very hot, and swallowed the spicy cabbage with a grin.

Wei Yan watched for a long time, finally picked up the chopsticks and picked up the piece of cabbage, and took a bite. It was a little different from the usual dishes, mixed with weird tastes, not unpalatable, and not what he liked.

On the other side, Zheng Quzhi has already picked up a piece of potato chips, first put it in Wei Yan’s bowl, and squinted his eyes comfortably. “Among all vegetarian food, I like this potato chip the most. It’s really delicious. ."

"Yeah." Wei Yan nodded, his face also had some idleness, but his eyes were serious.

A hot pot meal is a good one, except that Wei Yan doesn't touch the meat very much. When he came out of the hot pot restaurant, Zheng Quzhi was already a little bit overwhelmed, holding Wei Yan's shoulder with one hand, while squinting his eyes and smiling: "I haven't been so happy to eat hot pot for a long time!"

In fact, since setting foot on the show business circle, many delicacies have been forbidden. It is absolutely inevitable to smoke and drink to eat hot pot. Drinking can occasionally take a few drinks, but eating hot pot is a taboo.

Zheng Quzhi suddenly thought of something, his eyes widened suddenly.

The reason why Lian Liankan refused to let him eat hot pot is because every time he eats hot pot, his face will swell the next day...

Swollen face!

Swollen face! !

The **** is going to be recorded tomorrow! ! !

Perceiving Zheng Quzhi's emotional changes, Wei Yan turned his head: "What's wrong?"

"Wei Yan, did I just eat a lot?" Zheng Quzhi's voice trembled slightly. If the **** face is going to record a show tomorrow, let alone even Lian Kan will kill him, he himself wants to hit the wall to death!

The most horrible thing is that the swelling of the face is only mild, if there are still acne...

Hearing this, Wei Yan bowed his head for a moment and nodded without hesitation: "Yeah." In terms of Zheng Quzhi's past food intake, it has been several times more.

Quack--

Zheng Quzhi only felt that his heart was broken into pieces, and he was silent for a long time before sighing: "God! This **** is deliberately working against me, not to make me red..." His angry face was completely forgotten. That person is himself.

Wei Yan didn't understand what he meant by this sentence. For Zheng Quzhi's sudden depression, he only understood it as a sudden emotion, so he didn't pay too much attention to it. The attention was focused on Zheng Quzhi's hotness because of the spicy food. Lip.

The throat couldn't help rolling slightly, he looked away, coughed lowly, and said solemnly, "It's not early, go back."

Zheng Quzhi moved the hand that was resting on Wei Yan's shoulder, and the warm feeling had disappeared. He just felt that he was cold and cold and couldn't lift the spirits by his side, so he responded perfunctorily, "Yes."

Seeing Zheng Quzhi's appearance, Wei Yan pursed his lips and whispered softly as if bewildered: "It's not impossible if you want to be red."