After being on variety shows, I will draw big cakes for the actor

Zhong Jiuyin glanced along.

Standing beside that President Wang, Ai Yuanyuan poured down a glass of wine without saying a word, her eyebrows furrowed in discomfort for a moment, but then turned into a smile in a blink of an eye.

Guo Mingli saw that her face was full of deep thought, and asked in a low voice: "Have you seen it? If you want to change the situation you have been in the center of the earth before, you have to be ruthless and accept what you don't want to accept. Whatever you are thinking now, press what to do."

Zhong Jiuyin: "I'm thinking, sure enough, there may be no reason to be popular, but there must be a reason not to be popular."

Guo Mingli: "..."

What the hell I want is a how-to guide, what the hell do you have in mind for reading it? !

He rather hates iron for being weak, and demonstrated it himself, holding a wine glass to build relationships.

Quite positive, those who didn't know it thought that his heart and eyes were all about the development of his own artists.

Zhong Jiuyin took a sip of wine by herself, slowly thinking about which day would be an auspicious day, so that she could find a capable manager.

...

After drinking for three rounds, everyone who should be socialized has finished socializing. This matter is not too important. Three investors left early, and only Mr. Wang remained.

The atmosphere in the private room was a little loose. The director and several other middle-aged men were dizzy from drinking, chatting loudly about industry topics as if no one else was around, and they were always on hand.

The lingering smell of smoke was disturbing, so Yan Cheng went out to get some air.

Sister Xu is used to playing with him. At this time, there is no serious business to discuss at the dinner table. I just wait for Mr. Wang and the director to calm down after being drunk so that they can be carried back to the hotel.

So he can go out to breathe for half an hour, wait for sister Xu to call him, and then just take his things and leave directly.

There is a very long terrace on the second floor of the clubhouse, the wall is half the height of a person, and there is a flower wall on it as a cover, which is well concealed.

There are small tables for two under the flower wall, and a waiter behind the narrow bar is operating a softly buzzing juicer, providing drinks to those who are drunk and want to relieve their discomfort.

Yan Cheng lowered the brim of his hat, went to the innermost part of the terrace and sat down to rest.

The games during the day exhausted too much physical energy, and I was drinking and socializing in the private room just now, and it was rare to calm down, only to feel the exhaustion and trance coming up.

The wine he drank was not enough to make him drunk, even speaking, the wine was more like a relaxing drink, and a little drunkenness made him more casual.

The mask covered his lips and nose, and the feeling he used to take for granted was a little hard to breathe. He hooked his finger on one ear, and the mask dangled in the air, revealing half of his face.

When he raised his hand and rang the table bell to ask for coffee, his drooping eyelashes merged into one tail, as if he was resting with his eyes closed, but his magnetic voice was clear and steady.

"Please give a glass of honey grape juice to table nine."

Zhong Jiuyin came out to use the bathroom, and happened to touch the bar after finishing work, and heard the table bell go off.

The voice was very recognizable, she turned her head and looked along the long and narrow balcony, and saw the figure with broad shoulders and narrow waist under a single lamp.

The posture looks quite relaxed, but there is a halo of light on the edge of the ear pinna, which is not clear.

Zhong Jiuyin stayed where she was, and followed the waiter to table number nine after a while.

The waiter looked back at her several times. If she hadn't known that she was a famous celebrity on the Internet in the past two weeks, she would have thought that she was a follower with ulterior motives.

The juice cup was gently placed on table number nine, the waiter turned his mind away, endured the excitement of seeing the idol, and said "use it slowly".

Yan Cheng replied "Thank you", and pinched the ear of the cup with his fingers to drink, but found that there was still a person standing beside him with a stick in his sight.

He looked up, and was facing Shang Zhong Jiuyin's bright eyes.

"...Why are you here? Looking for me?" He put down the glass and didn't drink.

Zhong Jiuyin pulled away the chair opposite the small round table, sat down and rested her chin and continued to look at him.

She didn't answer the question, she poked the wall of the cup with her index finger and asked, "It smells a little sweet, is it good?"

What kind of "ignorant human beings who have just entered the big city" are they playing?
Yan Cheng didn't respond, he pressed the table bell and ordered another cup.

Then asked again: "Are you coming out to breathe too?"

He decided to just talk about meaningless everyday questions, so that she wouldn't have to say some caveman's answer again.

Zhong Jiuyin really didn't have anything to show for it, she held her chin and nodded casually, "Mmm", her eyes wandered aimlessly.

Without eye contact, without taking advantage of the situation to ask any more questions, Yan Cheng paused, but did not continue.

In a short time, this little space became quiet.

Yan Cheng picked up the cup again, and drank the sweet and sour honey grape water with downcast eyes.

The person in front of him didn't speak, just stared at the flower wall in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.The noise in the clubhouse was weakened by layers of walls and doors, leaving only a muffled muffled sound on the terrace. On the contrary, it was downstairs in the clubhouse, and pedestrians passing by brought a burst of loud conversation.

They were not familiar with each other at all, and they had no common language. No one took the initiative to stir up the topic, so they could only keep quiet and be strangers who shared a table temporarily.

The waiter brought up a second glass of honey grape juice. Two or three ice cubes were added to the purple liquid, and a little water dripped from the glass wall.

Zhong Jiuyin was overwhelmed by the coldness as soon as he held it, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he let out a comfortable sigh.

There was wind blowing in from outside the flower wall, so she sat in a different position, holding the cup and facing Yan Cheng sideways, just like a grandpa, drinking honey water to feel the summer evening breeze.

Glancing at the cup from this angle, Yan Cheng could easily see a few scars on her wrist again.

The flesh color of the wound is actually very similar to the skin color, but it's like painting a few new strokes with the same color paint on a canvas, the difference of one percent is also obvious.

"Your wrist," he said suddenly, "on the show during the day, I accidentally touched a few raised marks, are they wounds?"

Zhong Jiuyin turned her head and let out an "ah" before reacting, turning her wrist to expose that section of skin to the light.

"You mean this? It's a wound."

After she finished speaking, she yawned and raised her hand to cover her mouth. She didn't seem to take those wounds seriously.

Yan Cheng looked at her face and asked again: "May I ask, how did these wounds... come from?"

He put down his glass and added thoughtfully: "Of course, if you don't want to talk about this, you don't have to."

"Fortunately, there's nothing I can't say. You can tell where the wound came from just by looking at it, right? It must have been scratched with a knife." Zhong Jiuyin took a sip of honey water, put down the glass and said casually.

"Probably?" Yan Cheng frowned, staring into her eyes.

She spread her hands: "Because I forgot too."

"...Because of a car accident?"

"Yes," she held her chin again, speaking slowly, "I've said it all, it was a very——serious car accident."

... Serious enough to really bump back to when I was just a human?
Her reaction was a bit strange, so Yan Cheng asked a few more questions: "Then you never thought about finding out? If you can do something that hurts yourself, what happened should be more serious."

Zhong Jiuyin: "Ang, I know this, it's just that someone messed with me, pressed my head so that I couldn't get up, gradually lost hope and went crazy, and then I was too mentally stressed and wanted to quit, I felt ashamed to see Jiang Dong's elders, and planned to kill myself Ascend to heaven and fight again."

Yan Cheng: "...It seems like I'm telling someone else's story."