After being on variety shows, I will draw big cakes for the actor
Chapter 62 You Are Drunk
Whose mental problem has reached the point of suicide, and how can they speak out so easily and indifferently?
She's really kind of weird.
Yan Cheng’s previous thoughts reappeared—after a person has been traumatized and experienced a serious car accident, it is indeed possible for the brain to have a self-protection mechanism, to force oneself out of that pain, and to look at one’s own life from the perspective of a bystander. past.
There are various types of brain injuries, even though I have never encountered something like Zhong Jiuyin's, it doesn't mean that there are none.
Perhaps her contradictions are all due to this reason.
He spoke softly, stroked the wall of the cup with his fingers, and asked kindly, "So did you find that person?"
"It counts." She took another sip of honey water.
"Is it your agent?"
"No," she brushed her hair with her chin resting hand, and hurriedly pinned it behind her ear, "at most, he is an accomplice of a fool."
Yan Cheng's fingers stroking the ear of the cup paused, maybe because of the night wind blowing, he was a little inexplicably sensitive to her lazy voice that was different from the daytime.
She usually speaks quickly and neatly in the show, and occasionally dragging her voice is also a threat to others.
Rather than the current laziness of falling asleep and waking up, as if the ending sound will be broken at any time in the middle of a word.
"Are you drunk?" he asked.
He drank two glasses of white wine before eating food, and he was easy to get drunk. At that time, he actually thought that she could drink well because of her unrestrained actions, so he never thought about this problem.
Zhong Jiuyin glanced at him: "No."
Then he frowned and said, "You should continue to ask the real culprit in the last sentence, and you shouldn't change the topic randomly. Ask again."
Yan Cheng: ...and said he wasn't drunk.
A smile flickered across his eyes, he took a sip from his cup, and followed her direction and asked, "So who is the real culprit?"
"Someone in the company who doesn't look as good as me."
Just don't forget to praise yourself.
Yan Cheng wiped off the dripping water from her cup with a piece of paper, and then asked, "Have you thought about how to deal with her?"
Zhong Jiuyin frowned again, and looked at him with "why are you so ignorant".
"At this step you should ask who she is. Ask again."
"...OK. Who is he?"
"I won't tell you your name. But I can tell you something interesting about her." She folded her feet and slid down on the chair, sitting like an old and damaged steel bar.
Yan Cheng: "What's the matter?"
Her eyes narrowed to the size of a village publicity committee member, and she said, "You don't know, she has an affair with the boss of our company."
Yan Cheng: "...Oh?"
Zhong Jiuyin patted the armrest of the chair, winked, and curled her lips with confidence.
Although it was just a guess, according to her current observations, there was no other choice for her murderer except Feng Qing.
It would be much easier to trust her intuition and check it again. She estimated that she would be able to check it in the near future.
President Su also has to verify it.
"Let me tell you, our boss, the neckline is here——"
She swiped her hand exaggeratedly, from the neck to the belly button, and then waved her hand in disgust.
"Don't abide by masculinity."
Yan Cheng remained silent in a very stylish manner.
The neckline was open to the navel, and what she saw was probably not the Chanel logo that was pulled open.
She didn't know that she still felt that it wasn't enough, so she licked the corner of her mouth and added three words: "Not as good as you."
Yan Cheng continued to remain silent.
She couldn't seem to stop, and continued talking.
"But he is powerful and powerful. If you climb up to him, even if he has no works like me, he can still get resources one after another. Well, maybe not being popular is the fate of an honest person like me."
When others make this kind of complaint, the focus is on "can't compare to someone who goes through the back door", and the emotions are usually helpless and frustrated.
She was fine, and she was proud in her last sentence.
Yan Cheng couldn't think of what to say to take her words, so he simply took another sip of honey water.
Watching him drink, Zhong Jiuyin also drank.
The sweet drink drank into her mouth, not to mention the taste, the first thing she tasted was the word sticky.
It seemed that the wine he drank before had become viscous, which aggravated the belated dizziness, and his brain dangled like floating on the sea.
The sea is good, there is no limit to driving a boat for eight hundred miles.
The words that came out of her mouth were also unrestricted, and the floodgate of the control filter in her mind was opened, and all the words that had passed her mind were blown out.
"She has a backer, and she still wants to persuade me to find a backer and commit myself to depravity. You don't know, that stupid accomplice asked me to find you, it's very boring."
Yan Cheng paused: "What do you want me for?"
"Be a backer! You are blown up like an emperor who sends people to the dragon bed every day to enjoy. He said that if he pleases you and you go further, he will have a steady stream of resources. Just kidding! Am I this kind of person? "
"..." Yan Cheng lowered his head and pinched the center of his brows.
She kept on talking: "That guy, you just have to teach me how to subdue you. It's the same for heroes to save beauties in the world. If the beauties of other families can fall in love with heroes, you will definitely fall in love with me, too. , add a contact information and try to find a common topic~ Try to make me fall in love with you~ Finally, a happy ending~"
As he spoke, he returned three bets, and hummed a tune along the way.
After all, Yan Cheng was someone who had experienced a lot of madness and illness. After taking a deep breath, he maintained a calm tone: "You are drunk, drink two more sips of honey water to hangover, and I will let your assistant later..."
"I told you I'm not drunk, I'm whining." She slapped the armrest of the chair, causing herself to hiss in pain.
Yan Cheng looked at her expressionlessly.
Zhong Jiuyin didn't notice his eyes at all, and shook her hands to emphasize her sense of rhythm in talking about the mountains.
"Don't interrupt me, I know what's on my mind."
"...OK. You go on."
"Of course, I didn't hear a word of the nonsense he said, including asking about your preferences and wearing the clothes you like... Hey, speaking of this preference, do you know what he said to me?"
When Yan Cheng didn't answer, she patted the table dissatisfied: "You don't know."
"…do not know."
"You're right if you don't know! He said that you like pure, gentle, caring and gentle people, but I don't believe it. I think you are suitable for those who are passionate and bold. Doesn't this ice have a chance to melt when it meets fire? What a fit!"
The person opposite took several deep breaths, wanting to stand up and leave.
Zhong Jiuyin: "What's even more funny! He insisted on pulling these characteristics onto me, and even deliberately found a synonym, saying that pure and gentle is equal to being beautiful and temperamental. Of course I know that I am beautiful! But being temperamental is not to fabricate false information to deceive people What?!"
Hearing the last two sentences, Yan Cheng still couldn't help but speak up: "It's good that you know."
Zhong Jiuyin flicked her hair: "Hey, self-knowledge is just one of my ordinary advantages... hey!"
The movement of brushing his hair was too big, knocking the cup next to him and shaking, but fortunately Yan Cheng had quick eyesight and grasped it quickly, only a little spilled out.
It was when he held the cup that he grabbed it together with a few strands of her hair, causing her to grimace in pain.
"I'm sorry." Yan Cheng took out a few tissues for her, stood up, and planned to end the drunkard's horse racing topic, "It should be over, go back. Your manager may be looking for you."
She's really kind of weird.
Yan Cheng’s previous thoughts reappeared—after a person has been traumatized and experienced a serious car accident, it is indeed possible for the brain to have a self-protection mechanism, to force oneself out of that pain, and to look at one’s own life from the perspective of a bystander. past.
There are various types of brain injuries, even though I have never encountered something like Zhong Jiuyin's, it doesn't mean that there are none.
Perhaps her contradictions are all due to this reason.
He spoke softly, stroked the wall of the cup with his fingers, and asked kindly, "So did you find that person?"
"It counts." She took another sip of honey water.
"Is it your agent?"
"No," she brushed her hair with her chin resting hand, and hurriedly pinned it behind her ear, "at most, he is an accomplice of a fool."
Yan Cheng's fingers stroking the ear of the cup paused, maybe because of the night wind blowing, he was a little inexplicably sensitive to her lazy voice that was different from the daytime.
She usually speaks quickly and neatly in the show, and occasionally dragging her voice is also a threat to others.
Rather than the current laziness of falling asleep and waking up, as if the ending sound will be broken at any time in the middle of a word.
"Are you drunk?" he asked.
He drank two glasses of white wine before eating food, and he was easy to get drunk. At that time, he actually thought that she could drink well because of her unrestrained actions, so he never thought about this problem.
Zhong Jiuyin glanced at him: "No."
Then he frowned and said, "You should continue to ask the real culprit in the last sentence, and you shouldn't change the topic randomly. Ask again."
Yan Cheng: ...and said he wasn't drunk.
A smile flickered across his eyes, he took a sip from his cup, and followed her direction and asked, "So who is the real culprit?"
"Someone in the company who doesn't look as good as me."
Just don't forget to praise yourself.
Yan Cheng wiped off the dripping water from her cup with a piece of paper, and then asked, "Have you thought about how to deal with her?"
Zhong Jiuyin frowned again, and looked at him with "why are you so ignorant".
"At this step you should ask who she is. Ask again."
"...OK. Who is he?"
"I won't tell you your name. But I can tell you something interesting about her." She folded her feet and slid down on the chair, sitting like an old and damaged steel bar.
Yan Cheng: "What's the matter?"
Her eyes narrowed to the size of a village publicity committee member, and she said, "You don't know, she has an affair with the boss of our company."
Yan Cheng: "...Oh?"
Zhong Jiuyin patted the armrest of the chair, winked, and curled her lips with confidence.
Although it was just a guess, according to her current observations, there was no other choice for her murderer except Feng Qing.
It would be much easier to trust her intuition and check it again. She estimated that she would be able to check it in the near future.
President Su also has to verify it.
"Let me tell you, our boss, the neckline is here——"
She swiped her hand exaggeratedly, from the neck to the belly button, and then waved her hand in disgust.
"Don't abide by masculinity."
Yan Cheng remained silent in a very stylish manner.
The neckline was open to the navel, and what she saw was probably not the Chanel logo that was pulled open.
She didn't know that she still felt that it wasn't enough, so she licked the corner of her mouth and added three words: "Not as good as you."
Yan Cheng continued to remain silent.
She couldn't seem to stop, and continued talking.
"But he is powerful and powerful. If you climb up to him, even if he has no works like me, he can still get resources one after another. Well, maybe not being popular is the fate of an honest person like me."
When others make this kind of complaint, the focus is on "can't compare to someone who goes through the back door", and the emotions are usually helpless and frustrated.
She was fine, and she was proud in her last sentence.
Yan Cheng couldn't think of what to say to take her words, so he simply took another sip of honey water.
Watching him drink, Zhong Jiuyin also drank.
The sweet drink drank into her mouth, not to mention the taste, the first thing she tasted was the word sticky.
It seemed that the wine he drank before had become viscous, which aggravated the belated dizziness, and his brain dangled like floating on the sea.
The sea is good, there is no limit to driving a boat for eight hundred miles.
The words that came out of her mouth were also unrestricted, and the floodgate of the control filter in her mind was opened, and all the words that had passed her mind were blown out.
"She has a backer, and she still wants to persuade me to find a backer and commit myself to depravity. You don't know, that stupid accomplice asked me to find you, it's very boring."
Yan Cheng paused: "What do you want me for?"
"Be a backer! You are blown up like an emperor who sends people to the dragon bed every day to enjoy. He said that if he pleases you and you go further, he will have a steady stream of resources. Just kidding! Am I this kind of person? "
"..." Yan Cheng lowered his head and pinched the center of his brows.
She kept on talking: "That guy, you just have to teach me how to subdue you. It's the same for heroes to save beauties in the world. If the beauties of other families can fall in love with heroes, you will definitely fall in love with me, too. , add a contact information and try to find a common topic~ Try to make me fall in love with you~ Finally, a happy ending~"
As he spoke, he returned three bets, and hummed a tune along the way.
After all, Yan Cheng was someone who had experienced a lot of madness and illness. After taking a deep breath, he maintained a calm tone: "You are drunk, drink two more sips of honey water to hangover, and I will let your assistant later..."
"I told you I'm not drunk, I'm whining." She slapped the armrest of the chair, causing herself to hiss in pain.
Yan Cheng looked at her expressionlessly.
Zhong Jiuyin didn't notice his eyes at all, and shook her hands to emphasize her sense of rhythm in talking about the mountains.
"Don't interrupt me, I know what's on my mind."
"...OK. You go on."
"Of course, I didn't hear a word of the nonsense he said, including asking about your preferences and wearing the clothes you like... Hey, speaking of this preference, do you know what he said to me?"
When Yan Cheng didn't answer, she patted the table dissatisfied: "You don't know."
"…do not know."
"You're right if you don't know! He said that you like pure, gentle, caring and gentle people, but I don't believe it. I think you are suitable for those who are passionate and bold. Doesn't this ice have a chance to melt when it meets fire? What a fit!"
The person opposite took several deep breaths, wanting to stand up and leave.
Zhong Jiuyin: "What's even more funny! He insisted on pulling these characteristics onto me, and even deliberately found a synonym, saying that pure and gentle is equal to being beautiful and temperamental. Of course I know that I am beautiful! But being temperamental is not to fabricate false information to deceive people What?!"
Hearing the last two sentences, Yan Cheng still couldn't help but speak up: "It's good that you know."
Zhong Jiuyin flicked her hair: "Hey, self-knowledge is just one of my ordinary advantages... hey!"
The movement of brushing his hair was too big, knocking the cup next to him and shaking, but fortunately Yan Cheng had quick eyesight and grasped it quickly, only a little spilled out.
It was when he held the cup that he grabbed it together with a few strands of her hair, causing her to grimace in pain.
"I'm sorry." Yan Cheng took out a few tissues for her, stood up, and planned to end the drunkard's horse racing topic, "It should be over, go back. Your manager may be looking for you."
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