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

In the cramped rented room, Feng Qing had already gone crazy once, and the living room was full of mess.

However, when he was on the phone with Guo Mingli, he still couldn't control his emotions, screaming and cursing, using extremely vicious words.

Guo Mingli didn't feel any better, he could hear the curses without the loudspeaker.

Neither of them could be said to be arguing, but more like venting their anger by insulting each other through the channel of the phone.

She blushed and her neck rose from cursing, her mind went blank, and when she was only relying on her memory of swear words, Feng Qing suddenly broke down and cried.

"Do you know that this is my last chance! I am being harassed maliciously by so many people chasing after paying back the money, I am looking forward to that chance! Are you going to force me to die!"

Guo Mingli: "If Zhong Jiuyin cried and told me this kind of thing, I would still feel guilty, but you deserve it! You fucking caused me to be beaten by everyone now, and you still want to seize this opportunity to get up? You want to kill everyone It's all rotten here!"

Feng Qing: "Guo Mingli, don't forget! I didn't force you to cooperate with me, but you did it voluntarily for that little status and little money! It's you! Why do you treat me like this?!"

Guo Mingli's voice was grim: "Who doesn't understand the truth, but I'm a rotten person now, and I just want to drag people to be unlucky with me. Unless I live a good life again, don't try to get rid of me!"

"Ah!" Feng Qing grabbed her hair and screamed, "I'll be happy if you want to kill me! You all forced me! Zhong Jiuyin did it on purpose, she just wanted to force me to death! Forced me to commit suicide by cutting my wrist like her Just be happy!"

Her throat was so hoarse, her brain was short of oxygen for a moment, and she could only open her mouth wide to breathe.

Then she thought of something, hung up the phone, and dialed Zhong Jiuyin's number with red eyes.

Beeping and waiting for the audio and video calls to insult her and urge her to pay liquidated damages made her heart pound.

The phone rang for a long time, and finally picked it up, Feng Qing immediately tapped the recording, and asked viciously: "Zhong Jiuyin, do you just want to force me to death!"

"Miss Feng, you have to be responsible for talking nonsense." It was Yan Cheng who spoke.

Feng Qing was stunned, and then pinched the phone more vigorously, hating to death: "Yan Cheng, is it you! Is it you, you and Zhong Jiuyin, you deliberately leaked my information to let those people come to the door..."

"As I said, you have to be responsible for talking nonsense. Don't think that you can't be held criminally responsible for past events, so you can harass the victim again and again. We are too busy to pay attention to you."

After finishing speaking, I hung up the phone, and my ears were finally quiet.

In the room, Zhong Jiuyin asked lazily, "Who is it?"

"Feng Qing's harassing call." Yan Cheng simply put on a shirt and put that number into the blacklist with a normal expression.

Then he took a glass of water from the living room into the bedroom and handed it to the person leaning against the bed.

The air conditioner was turned on in the room, and Zhong Jiuyin half-lyed and half-reposed with a flushed face, saying that she didn't want to move, so she didn't take the water glass.

But her fingers poked in from the hem of his shirt, and touched his waist twice.

"Feng Qing? What did she say?"

Yan Cheng pretended not to notice her small movements, and held a cup to feed her water, saying: "Old-fashioned cursing. Why do you still keep her number?"

"Wait for her to report her current living situation from time to time, although it is through cursing."

Zhong Jiuyin moistened her throat and asked again, "How is she doing?"

Yan Cheng: "Sounds like going crazy."

"That's right. As I said earlier, she and Guo Mingli are villains who will be tortured by villains. I don't need to do anything, and they can embarrass each other to death."

She licked the corner of her mouth, feeling a little painful, and looked at Yan Cheng's mouth along the way.

"You don't have work arrangements recently, do you?"

"No." Yan Cheng turned to put the cup away, "The workload at the end of the year will be specially reduced, and there will be no other arrangements except for the film festival."

"That's good." It was as if his mouth had been bitten off. If he was in the mirror, he would definitely be seen.

"Are you still going to the movies? It's eleven o'clock now, isn't your ticket overtime?"

Yan Cheng looked at her and said, "If you still have the energy, you can go too. There shouldn't be too many people in the middle of the night."

Zhong Jiuyin lifted the quilt and took a look inside, saying, "Forget it, I just want to sleep."

Forget it, Yan Cheng went to bed and lay beside her, stroked her hair and said, "Then go to sleep."

He turned off the floor lamp, and the two slept next to each other with their eyes closed.On the first night of living together, such a process and scene were all in his imagination.

Maybe when he wakes up tomorrow morning and he makes breakfast, she can sit at the dining table dazedly in her pajamas and praise him, or maybe they don't want to get up early, so they just lean on the bedside and talk for a while, discussing what to have for lunch, Do you want to go to the supermarket, when to go to the movies.

In short, it is the same as the daily life of ordinary couples after living together.He has never experienced it, and can only rely on his only knowledge to come up with these popular contents. He does not know what details will be enriched into these 24 hours when he actually experiences it.

Thinking about the warm things that will happen after dawn tomorrow, Yan Cheng's consciousness slowly sank, following the breathing of the people around him...

"I'm still a little energetic, what should I do?" Zhong Jiuyin murmured in his arms, and the voice sounded quite sober.

Yan Cheng's drowsiness disappeared: "..."

His hand slid down, offering a thoughtful suggestion.

"Come again?"

"Don't always worry about those unhealthy things," Zhong Jiuyin said with a deep sense of speechlessness, "The spirit I'm talking about is serious and not wanting to sleep, not the kind of not wanting to sleep."

Yan Cheng: "So what do you want?"

Zhong Jiuyin: "How about going out to watch a movie?"

Yan Cheng: "..."

She also said: "Go at two or three o'clock in the middle of the night, there should be fewer people. After watching it, you can go to the tallest Universal Building to watch the sunrise. What do you think?"

"If you're really energetic, why don't you make a phone call with my parents? It should be morning with them."

There was a brief silence in the room.

Then Zhong Jiuyin pulled up the quilt, turned around and said, "I'm asleep."

Yan Cheng smiled angrily, and turned around.

After a while, Zhong Jiuyin seriously held down the hand under the quilt.

"What are you doing? I'm going to bed."

"I've changed my mind."

"If you are energetic, go for a run and watch a movie."

"Who is my spirit to blame?"

"It's not me anyway."

"...Are you going to the hospital for a reexamination tomorrow? Go buy some anti-myocardial infarction medicine."

"I bought it wrong, you should buy anti... Hey, hey, on the first day, don't go too far."

"Who is it that is too much?"

"It's all said, it's not me anyway."

There was a whisper of rustling under the quilt, and then Zhong Jiuyin quickly got out and crawled outside.

"Tomorrow, tomorrow..."

"What do you want to eat tomorrow? Let's steam the pork ribs." An arm came out from behind to hold her down, and the quilt enveloped them again.

"tomorrow…"

"Well, tomorrow, I will eat steamed pork ribs tomorrow, starting at eleven o'clock, and eating at twelve o'clock."

"...Yan Cheng, I want to deprive you of the qualification to live in my house."

"I didn't do anything wrong. Cooking, washing dishes and laundry, and serving you, will I be kicked out if I do so much?"

"I beg you to do less."

"Then I won't do the dishes tomorrow."

"...I'm not talking about doing less of this!"