Good Samaritan Mr Yu

Shen Yu didn't know what kind of ecstasy soup was poured, and sent a message to An Wei in a daze. After learning that the other party was still chatting with friends, he followed Zhong Simo to the underground parking garage and drove more than ten minutes to reach a quiet environment. Hidden Thai restaurant.

Zhong Simo seemed to be very familiar with the Chinese-Thai mixed-race owner in the store. After entering the door and talking in a low voice, the other party smiled and asked the waiter to take them to a well-decorated closed box on the second floor.

"Look, what do you want to eat." Zhong Simo sat opposite Shen Yu and handed him the menu.

In order to pursue the original taste of this Thai restaurant, the menu is also marked in Thai and accompanied by pictures. Shen Yu turned a few glances and quickly gave up.

"Director Zhong, I haven't eaten Thai food and can't understand the menu. Come on." Shen Yu smiled and shook his head, trying to pass the menu back, but Zhong Simo reached out and pressed the menu in mid-air.

"Thai cuisine pursues a balance of color and fragrance. The most important feature is sour and spicy. The most commonly used ingredients are fish, shrimp and crab." Zhong Simo's fingers traversed the menu, symmetrical and slender, his voice was low and sweet, and he was clearly introducing the dishes. But it makes people feel very serious.

"The most famous Thai food is Tom Yum Goong, which is hot and sour seafood soup. This is a meal that every Thai restaurant will make. In addition, the owner of this restaurant is also their chef and is very good at making curry crab. Mango rice is their signature dish. Although it is not spicy, you can try it."

The daylight in the box was very dark, with goose-yellow lights lit, the air exuded the smell of exotic fragrance, and the faint sound of xylophone was floating. Zhong Simo's hand moved with the introduction on the menu, white and slender, with distinct bones, half-rolled shirt cuffs showing half of his muscular forearm and a uniquely designed watch on his wrist.

Shen Yu moved his gaze up like a ghost, seeing the other party with his head half-down, his eyebrows drooping, and his long eyelashes distinct.

"What's wrong?" Zhong Simo's eyes blinked, and suddenly looked up.

"Nothing." Shen Yu was inexplicably guilty, and changed the subject at the beginning, "Director Zhong seems to be familiar with many people from all walks of life."

"Well, I worked hard by myself before and met a lot of friends." Zhong Simo knew how to advance and retreat, and did not pay close attention to Shen Yu's gaze, and followed his words with a smile.

"Work hard, how did you know the owner of this restaurant?" Shen Yu is really interested in the past of Zhong Simo, the **** man, just like understanding the past of a celebrity.

"I think about it," Zhong Simo recalled, "I have known Ah Yun for seven years. He is a Chinese-Thai hybrid and likes cooking. Unfortunately, without the support of his family, he sneaked to Thailand. As an apprentice. That year I went to Thailand to film a new movie and happened to be in the restaurant where he was."

"Then you think he cooks particularly delicious, so you met," Shen Yu speculated.

"No, I thought his cooking was terribly unpalatable at the time, so I called the restaurant owner to ask why I spent money to buy this kind of food." Zhong Simo replied confidently.

""Shen Yu was speechless, "Did he beat you?"

"How come, it was their fault to serve the dishes made by the apprentices." Zhong Simo shrugged, "In order to solve the problem, the boss asked Ah Yun to come up and apologize to me. Ah Yun's personality is very interesting. Chinese, we got acquainted as soon as he came and went. Later, he returned to China to open a restaurant, and I came to join him from time to time."

Shen Yu listened to Zhong Simo's story many years ago with relish, and gradually spied a man with a free and easy personality and flesh and blood. Suddenly, Zhong Simo turned around as if thinking of something.

"Speaking of why do you think I'm going to be beaten"

"Director Zhong, don't you think you are really a little bit awkward when you talk?" Maybe the atmosphere is too good. Zhong Simo put away his aura again, and Shen Yu unknowingly let go of what he often had in the face of Zhong Simo Nervously, he said half-jokingly, "I really thought for a moment this afternoon that Zhou Chuzhi would rush up and punch you."

"He deserves it," Zhong Simo said nonchalantly, "I just don't bother to chew my tongue behind him like he did, and if I have anything to say in person."

Shen Yu can only express his admiration for Zhong Simo's powerful willfulness.

"Do I sometimes owe you a bit when I speak?" Zhong Simo repeated Shen Yu's evaluation.

"Well, sometimes it's a bit too shocking." Shen Yu didn't realize that he was jumping into the hole.

"In that case, do you ever want to beat me up?"

Shen Yu Wenyan looked at Zhong Simo, the other party was leaning back in the chair relaxedly, looking at him with a smile, a warm light and shadow reflected in his dark eyes. Shen Yu relaxed, a little helpless.

"Never." Shen Yu seeks truth from facts.

"Why?" Zhong Simo was reluctant.

"Because I think everything that Director Zhong and I said is reasonable." Shen Yu smiled calmly.

This line seemed to be the same as the compliment Ping received daily, but Shen Yu said it very seriously and surely. Zhong Simo raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, chuckled, and couldn't hold back a silent laugh.

"What happened at the beginning of the week today," Zhong Simo finally talked about the business just one second before Shen Yu was seen to be embarrassed and ran away. Under the circumstances, forgive him for not daring to turn over any flowers."

Walking very shamelessly, Shen Yu wanted to laugh a little. Zhong Simo really took the poisonous tongue to the extreme, but Shen Yu didn't hate this feeling at all. Instead, he felt that the poisonous tongue clock leader was inexplicably interesting.

Is the fan filter too thick? Shen Yu thought, a little embarrassed.

"Of course this kind of person will never give up. If nothing else, he should find a way to pressure me privately." Zhong Simo didn't notice Shen Yu's rich inner activities, and then said.

"Then Master Zhong, will you be implicated?" Shen Yu asked worriedly when he heard this.

"Oh, what is his ability? It's nothing more than the wealth of the family and the people in the company set up to behave around," Zhong Simo smiled and shrugged, "If I can be controlled by him, these years will be really for nothing."

"However, at the beginning of Zhou’s thinking, the person’s thinking is different from that of normal people. I’m not sure what he will do. He must be hated by him about your reception today. I will pay close attention to this aspect in the next few days. News, you should be careful yourself. If you have any questions, you can contact me directly, or you can ask An Wei to find ary."

Zhong Simo said a long string of words, and Shen Yu listened carefully, remembering one by one in his heart.

"It feels like I have caused you a lot of trouble." Shen Yu said tangledly.

"It's not all because of you," Zhong Simo shook his head relieved when he heard the words, "I didn't get along with Zhou Chuzhi. He thought I didn't know his tricks, but I was just waiting for settlement together."

"What's wrong with him" Shen Yu wanted to know, but didn't know whether to ask.

"There are some forces in his family who are looking for relationships to pressure me for the role of this play, and at the same time they keep emphasizing their superiority and disdain behind their backs."

To put it another way, it is to stand and act again.

"If I let him act in my play, it would be a joke."

"There is no shortage of popularity and strength at the beginning of the week, why bother?" Shen Yu frowned, not understanding.

"People who are accustomed to the backdoor want to do everything they want," Zhong Simo explained casually, "and he is not that strong."

"Isn't he the emperor and the nominated actor?"

Shen Yu puzzled.

"Although the Muxi Award is the highest award in the TV drama industry, it is actually not particularly strict with regard to acting skills. The design of the show itself and the audience's fate play a decisive role. As for the nomination for the Golden Snake Award, it is just selling him a face. Zhou Chuzhi His acting skills can only be seen in the past. It’s just that his agent can market, and if it’s a bit good, he encourages fans to exaggerate, and if he comes a few more times, it gives passers-by the illusion that his acting is superb."

Shen Yu had to smile wryly when he heard Zhong Simo's depreciation of the beginning of the week was almost worthless. In fact, although Zhou Chuzhi's strength is not as powerful as the outsiders' praise, it is definitely higher than most people, but Zhong Dao's vision is too high to look down on him at all.

"The director Zhong thinks whose acting skills are worthy of praise"

"Jin Ke, she is really good at acting when she is born," Zhong Simo first gave out a name without thinking, and then immediately guessed what Shen Yu was thinking, and said with a chuckle at Shen Yu, "In fact, your acting skills It's not bad, and it's very malleable, and there is still much room for improvement."

"Director Zhong praised me so much, it made me feel a little bit that you are going to make me appear in your drama." Shen Yu was a little embarrassed and joked.

"If you are uncertain, why should I take the time to invite you to dinner." Unexpectedly, Zhong Simo took the words casually.

"Zhong Gui"

Before Shen Yu was relieved from his surprise, the waiter happened to push the prepared meal into the box. Zhong Simo smiled and picked up a cup of coconut juice and placed it in front of him.

"Don't talk about it, just concentrate on eating when you eat."

In the following time, Shen Yu was completely attracted by Caixiang and Zhong Simo's interesting introduction to the mixed memories of various dishes, unconsciously relaxed, and chatted with each other happily.

When Zhong Shen and the two ate happily, they went straight back to their residence Zhou Chuzhi in a fit of anger, but they had not yet come out of the rage.

"Kang Dang"

Another cup was broken to the ground, with the sound of kicking the sofa. The babysitter stood nervously downstairs, afraid to speak.

The more Zhou Chuzhi thought of Zhong Simo's embarrassment in front of everyone today, the more heartbroken and angry. Zhong Simo, how dare he, how can he be qualified to say that he is what he is?

"You039reonthehoneithyourgirfriend"

The melodious singing suddenly rang out of time, and the mobile phone placed on the cabinet rang. Zhou Chuzhi picked up the phone irritably, took a deep breath after seeing the caller ID, and tried to restrain his emotions.

"Hey, mom"

"Of course there is something you don't know what the **** Zhong Simo said about your son at noon today."

"I'm angry I can't wait to kill him"

"Okay, don't worry about it, I'll go to Zhao Tian and ask later. It's a big deal, let's not act, who does he think he is?"

The phone was hung up roughly, and Zhou Chuzhi had no intention of saying anything to his mother after he lost his temper.

In a luxury villa somewhere in the suburbs of Beijing, a plump woman straightened up from the sofa sadly, weeping, she thought about it for a while, swiped the phone with her stout fingers with pigeon eggs, and found a number to dial. Past.

"Hey, Sister Qianhe? I'm Mrs. Zhou. The last time we met, we said that the same surname is destined, giggles."

"By the way, do you remember what you told me when we were enjoying the flowers, about your former son Zhong Simo?"

"I have something to ask you for a favor."