After the hidden marriage, the actor is thinking about making it public every day

Chapter 7

In the second half of the night, she curled up on the bed in the same position as before, until she heard the sound of someone creeping onto the bed, and she didn't know how long it took, before she completely lost consciousness, she vaguely heard someone's hoarse voice behind her: "You can do whatever you want with anything else, I have no opinion, but I don't agree with this matter."

As soon as Wang Yi felt that he hadn't slept for a long time, the alarm clock rang on time.

She closed her eyes, lying on the bed, unable to tell whose cell phone it was, and fumbled for the cell phone that was ringing tirelessly with both hands.

Before she could find it, the ringtone stopped abruptly before her.

Only then did Wang Yiyi feel the continuous heat coming from her body. She opened her eyelids in displeasure, and what she saw was Zhou Ze lying on his side with one arm still on her body.

When she woke up, she still remembered the current state of the two of them. It was a cold war no matter what. She wrapped herself in the quilt and moved to the side.

As soon as she moved, the people around her also moved, like the most natural physiological reaction, they did not forget to raise their arms to hug her sideways, and said grandly: "No quilt, it's cold."

As soon as Wang Yi sat up, she was about to start swearing, but she was suddenly speechless. It can be said that most of the quilts on the bed were indeed piled up on her side, and only a single point was hanging pitifully on Zhou Ze's body.

Wang Yi opened his mouth and closed it with a guilty conscience.

Then he thought about it, who made him have a home and wouldn't come back, but he would be crowded here, and besides, there is a constant temperature heater in this room, so it won't be cold no matter what.

Even so, she didn't feel sleepy at all, and she lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

Zhou Ze put it away when he saw it, got up too, followed her into the bathroom, leaned against the door frame, and after a while, squeezed in front of the sink, Wang Yiyi didn't bother to argue with him, and stepped aside.

Zhou Ze glanced at her and asked, "When are you leaving?"

Wang Yi took out a paper towel, wiped off the water droplets on his face, and wiped the wet place on the counter, and asked, "Don't you know?"

"How would I know?" Zhou Ze answered as a matter of course, then turned around and remembered that she accidentally mentioned her today's arrangement yesterday, and explained: "I will know the premiere because the judges will be there."

Zhou Ze was really afraid that someone would be overly sensitive, so he added: "There is no conflict of interest between the two competition units. Mr. Wang from the judging panel has a good relationship with your director. They agreed to join in."

Mr. Wang is one of the most experienced seniors in Zhou Ze's competition unit jury.

"Oh", Wang Yi threw the tissue in his hand into the trash can, pushed away the person who was in the way with disgust, and walked out: "You want to go too?"

"I won't go, I'm afraid some people will jump again if I go." Zhou Ze followed the person's buttocks step by step, and his mouth was hard for less than two seconds before he unconsciously began to explain the itinerary: "My plane will leave in a while. A public welfare short film is going to be shot."

Wang Yiyi is a person with very serious obsessive-compulsive disorder, especially in her field, everything within sight must be sorted and sorted.

As soon as she came out, she saw Zhou Ze's clothes casually thrown on the sofa, the lunch box that was eaten yesterday was not cleared away, and a chopstick was lying on the corner of the table. She knew who made it all night: "Oh, let's go!" Don’t forget to take all your things with you when you leave.”

Zhou Ze announced the turning point in this regard, and was immediately angered by her indifference and indifference, and snorted angrily: "You can figure it out, throw away the ones you think are useless."

"Okay", Wang Yiyi felt that this person was simply inexplicable, and he was going crazy early in the morning, so he simply made a mistake: "When I come back this time, I will go to your house to pack things. If you are free, pack the courier and send it here can."

Who is afraid of whom, you see, she will also say weird words.

"Either you forgot what I said last night, or you fell asleep and didn't hear it. I'll say it again, don't even think about it, I don't agree."

Zhou Ze took it for granted, but Wang Yiyi didn't think so.

She picked up the single chopstick at the corner of the table, slapped it vigorously on the marble table, and made a clear voice, "Why do you have the final say on what happens between us!"

Zhou Ze also has dimples, but they are not obvious, and can be faintly seen when he laughs, or when he is so angry and unspeakable like now, because he speaks too much and pulls the muscles on his face, he has a half-smile: "Just Because I never make fun of marriage matters."

Wang Yiyi looked at him quietly, covered the lids of the lunch boxes one by one, packed them into bags, and threw them into the trash can.

After completing this series of actions, he went in and changed his clothes. When he came out, he was holding Wang Yiyi's storage bag that had been missing for a long time, and then he threw all the dirty clothes in.

During the period, Wang Yiyi noticed that he allowed the phone screen to turn on and on. For the last time, he picked it up, interrupted a lot of chatter that was going to be said, and said, "I'll be down in 10 minutes."

Zhou Ze walked up to Wang Yiyi. Wang Yiyi saw resentment and unwillingness in his eyes, and finally turned into helplessness. He sighed indistinctly, and his tone softened: "I know you came back yesterday. I asked my aunt to leave the house. After cleaning, if you have to stay in Shanghai for a few more days, you can go home, I don't worry about you staying in a hotel alone."

"The filming will take about half a month, and no matter where you are, I will come to you."

"Also, I made an appointment with the hotel yesterday for today's breakfast, and it should be here soon."

"Don't forget to eat and sleep well."

Sudden gentle offensive, and Zhou Ze knows what Wang Yiyi likes best.

Even if she quarreled unilaterally halfway through, but parting is imminent, and the next time we meet again, I don't know when it will be, so I can't help but feel sad.

She lowered her head and expressed a temporary truce: "Understood."

Zhou Ze heaved a sigh of relief, suddenly frowning, and smiled slyly: "Hug."

As soon as Wang Yi raised her head, she was startled, and the next second, she was pulled into her arms.

In the familiar, long-lost embrace, Wang Yiyi relaxed all of a sudden, the strength he had held up until now, and the grievances he had desperately held back, all collapsed and became extremely fragile at this moment.

Wang Yiyi tightly grasped the clothes on Zhou Ze's back and twisted them into a fist.

Zhou Ze felt her uneasiness, and gently, like coaxing a child, patted Wang Yiyi's back again and again to comfort him.

Wang Yiyi suddenly despised himself very much. One second, he was on edge, but the next second he became inseparable because of parting.

But between them, slap a sweet date, and forget the pain after the scar is healed, it seems to be like this all the time.

10 minutes passed in a flash, and a new round of phone calls came again.

As soon as Wang Yi let go of him, he straightened his hair unnaturally, "I won't go back, the premiere will be over tonight, and I'll go back to the set."

"Okay, I've asked Yang Bowen to investigate the person who broke the news, and I'll tell you if I have any news."

(End of this chapter)