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Chu Qiu followed the director downstairs to shoot the commercial.

The fan girl recognized Zhang Dali and showed him the picture of Chu Qiu that she had quietly taken, and asked if he could post it.

Zhang Dali deleted a few of the photos with architectural backgrounds and clearly visible where they were, and then returned her phone to her, and asked, "Are you a fan of Chu Qiu?"

The girl took her phone back, nodded, and smiled brightly on her face.

Zhang Dali is rather curious: "How do you know him?"

Chu Qiu had been on TV twice before, and they were all small shows. Basically, there were no shots on him. In addition, he didn't like to talk, and he couldn't catch others if he didn't talk. So the post-editing only gave him After he cut a few shots, Chu Qiu's presence was almost zero.

"He may not remember it, I actually met him."

The girl said with a smile.

"His announcement was a guest of a charity event. I happened to be a volunteer at that time. Although he was nervous to death, he was particularly patient with children with withdrawn temperament and mental illness."

As the girl said, she pulled out a few photos from her mobile phone, and they were all taken at a not too close distance, but Chu Qiu's face was unconcealed, and she could still see very clearly.

Zhang Dali noticed that the shooting time was six months ago.

"Chu Qiu is good-looking, gentle and patient. I saw him at a glance." The girl said with a smile, "I thought Chu Qiu would be popular at that time. I am happy that he quit Fenghuang, Angel. Entertainment has never given him better notices, but I hope he will not change after he becomes popular."

Zhang Dali listened and nodded.

This kind of fans who are in the pit and affectionate in the early stage are very rare. Zhang Dali and Yan Yue are chatting and chatting with girls, and they are selling Chuqiu's Amway between the lines.

In the business of acting as an agent, you are the most agile, and you can't cooperate if you don't want to talk about it.

To say that conversation is an art, that Dali mouth has probably brought this art to its fullest and bloomed.

The girl chatted with Zhang Dali very happily, chatting with Zhang Dali and chatting with Chu Qiu are totally two worlds.

When Chu Qiu's lens was finally called out by the director, and when she came back to rest in sweat, the girl had already left with the volunteer team.

Zhang Dali patted Chu Qiu on the shoulder with great comfort, and said with emotion: "Angel entertainment people are still useful!"

It is estimated that only one or two thousand yuan in revenue at a time, in exchange for a wealthy old fan, this wave is not at all losses!

It's a big profit, okay!

Chu Qiu had a question mark on her face.

Zhang Dali waved his hand and followed Chu Qiu into the teaching building. After discussing with Aunt Chu, he clumsily tried to get along with the child.

Seeing the joy of the children who had been given a few candies, Zhang Dali smiled and walked over, trying hard to put on a gentle look, struggling to get the children's favor.

-Zhang Dali’s face is the most standard image of a bad person described by the aunts, brothers and sisters.

But a group of children in the yard, there are always a few bold ones.

They took Zhang Dali, a burly man and a big horse, as a big tree. Some climbed on their backs, some who wanted to ride a horse, and they had a swing on each side of their arms.

Zhang Dali also ran to the baby room for more than an hour, feeling the hardships of bringing a child very deeply.

"When your sister Liu gives birth, I'd better ask two aunts to take care of the baby in shifts." Zhang Dali clumsily changed the baby's diapers, and said to Chuqiu, "It's too difficult to bring a baby."

Chu Qiu was standing aside, holding the other baby with skillful movements, and laughed as he watched Zhang Dali's face collapsed.

The two ate dinner at the orphanage together with the director and filming staff.

After the meal, Chu Qiu watched the director and the little brothers who had been photographed and happily boarded the van that he had been unfamiliar with before carrying the equipment.

Zhang Dali got into the driver's seat of his car, turned on the air conditioner and got out again, then walked into the communication room with Chu Qiu to enjoy the air conditioner, and waited for the temperature in the car to cool down before going up again.

Zhang Dali looked at the schedule on the phone and said, "It's the weekend tomorrow. Why don't you go to my house tomorrow?"

Chu Qiu was okay anyway, and simply nodded.

"Physical and vocal lessons can't be lost. I have posted you the course schedule. If you are interested, you can also go to dance and the like."

Chu Qiu nodded, and found out the phone he hadn't touched much all day.

Then he found out that Boss Qi Da sent him a message four hours ago.

Chu Qiu saved the schedule sent to him by Zhang Dali, and then clicked on Qi Tianrui's message.

Qi Tianrui: Have you rested?

Chu Qiu replied, and was about to take back the phone.

In the end, Qi Tianrui returned in seconds.

Qi Tianrui: Are you free on weekends? Have a meal together?

Chu Qiu paused and replied:

Chu Qiu: I will go to Dali's house tomorrow.

Qi Tianrui looked at the news from Chu Qiu, and felt that if Zhang Dali was in front of him, he would definitely kick it over.

All day long, I know to add chaos!

Qi Tianrui thought fiercely.

Then he responded to Chu Qiu very quickly.

Qi Tianrui: I will also go tomorrow, and he also made an appointment with me.

Qi Tianrui: See you tomorrow then.

Chu Qiu was stunned, then turned his head and handed the phone to Zhang Dali, who was browsing some information on the phone next to him.

Zhang Dali glanced: "..."

go away! Lao Tzu did not date you.

Mr. Zhang Dali, who was thinking this way, nodded under Chu Qiu's gaze, and said, "Yes, I made an appointment with him."

Chu Qiu had always believed in Zhang Dali, and after hearing his affirmation, he took back the phone.

But he thinks that Qi Tianrui likes him, Zhang Dali must know it.

It wasn't a big deal anyway, Chu Qiu lowered his head and nodded to watch the schedule.

Zhang Dali asked him: "What do you like to eat?"

Chu Qiu replied: "Potatoes."

Zhang Dalixin said that the child Chu Qiu was really easy to feed.

It was Qi Tianrui who came to pick up Chu Qiu the next day.

Chu Qiu was stunned for two seconds, and finally recognized this fact silently.

He stretched out his hand to open the back seat door. Before his hand touched the doorknob, the co-pilot door bounced open.

Chu Qiu: "..."

Qi Tianrui sat in the car and looked at him with a smile.

Chu Qiu breathed a sigh of relief, stepped away and sat in the passenger seat.

"Dali was beaten by Sister Liu at home." Qi Tianrui explained.

Chu Qiu felt that Qi Tianrui did not need to explain specifically.

He turned his head and glanced at Qi Tianrui, his eyes swept over his hand holding the steering wheel.

The grip was very tight, and his lips pressed slightly.

Qi Tianrui was nervous.

"Yeah." Chu Qiu nodded, drew the car door, and pulled the seat belt.

While Chu Qiu lowered his head, Qi Tianrui took a closer look at Chu Qiu. After seeing that he didn't show any unhappiness, he breathed a sigh of relief and his expression relaxed.

Chu Qiu fastened his seat belt and Qi Tianrui started the car.

The inside of the car was very silent, but the atmosphere was not stiff.

Chu Qiu saw the small bottle hanging under the rearview mirror.

Only then did he realize that the aroma in the car had changed.

Before Qi Tianrui's car was hung with a sweet and greasy green tea scent, today it is apple scent.

—It is the fragrance that makes Chu Qiu feel relaxed.

Chu Qiu looked at the small green bottle, was stunned for a while, and suddenly said, "Thank you."

Qi Tianrui concentrated on driving, but didn't hear what Qiu said, "Huh? What?"

Chu Qiu raised her voice a little, and repeated: "Thank you."

He paused and added: "Fragrant."

Qi Tianrui smiled upon hearing the words, "Being sharpened a lot, Xiao Qiu."

Chu Qiu knew that Qi Tianrui was comparing him with him in the previous life. Thinking of the previous situation, Chu Qiu couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

Qi Tianrui was very happy.

The traffic jam couldn't stop his good mood. Mr. Qi turned on the car stereo and played a song on the traffic jam.

Most of the songs received by Qi Tianrui are from Chen Miao.

Many musicians say that Chen Miao's voice has a magical power, which can make people feel the burst of vigor and vitality.

Chen Miao doesn't like to sing love songs. Most of her songs are life-saving and inspiring. There are a few love songs that are all golden songs.

Chu Qiu also likes listening to her songs. When he was so tired that he felt that he could no longer support it in his previous life, he just listened to the encouraging and blessing audio recorded for him by the fans, and Chen Miao's songs, and he survived forcibly. .

It is like breaking a cocoon, tearing through obstacles, although the pain is difficult, but crossing this hurdle is a completely different new world.

Qi Tianrui was in a good mood, so good that he could sing to the music.

Chu Qiu relaxed leaning on the back of the chair, listening to the music in his ears, looking down at the analysis of the characters in the original books at the bottom of the page of "Tai Jing".

It would be nice if you can always get along like this.

Chu Qiu thought, lightly tapping the screen to turn the page.

But this way of getting along does not seem to be limited to love.

The traffic jam passed, and the song suddenly changed and became one of Chen Miao's several love songs.

This song is about secret love that can't be expected.

Chu Qiu wanted to continue turning the page for a while, and couldn't help turning his head to look at Qi Tianrui.

Qi Tianrui drove the car intently, the joy and tenderness between his brows and eyes did not hide at all.

It’s just meeting, is that so happy?

Chu Qiu pursed his lips, and silently retracted his gaze.

Zhang Dali’s family, Chu Qiu, has been there many times, and Qi Tianrui has gone to countless times.

When the two of them arrived, they opened the door vigorously. The rough man Zhang Dali surrounded the apron facing a little yellow chicken. There were stains of water and light blood on the apron. There was a knife in his hand. Once the door was opened, it was fierce. He glared at Qi Tianrui.

Chu Qiu was taken aback by his outfit that combined the image of a human being, a gangster, and a murderer.

Qi Tianrui was also bewildered for a moment, and then quickly reacted.

He took Chu Qiu a new pair of disposable slippers from the shoe cabinet on the side. He also put on a pair of slippers himself, and looked at Zhang Dali: "What are you doing?"

Zhang Dali said in a bad breath: "Cut the fish!"

Qi Tianrui likes to eat fish. If he hadn't brought Qi Tianrui, his wife would not buy fish back, and he would not have to cut it.

Zhang Dali is willing to wash vegetables, choose vegetables, cut vegetables, and cook, but he doesn't like to slaughter living ingredients by himself.

In his words, it is: "A living creature was strangled by my own hands, and I felt a pain in my conscience."

Zhang Dali led them into the living room. Sister Liu came out of the kitchen and wore the same apron with Zhang Dali. A small yellow chicken with a pouting bottom was printed in the middle of the apron.

"Is that Xiaoqiu! Dali often mentions you, just sit down."

Chu Qiu bent the corner of his mouth and said hello: "Hello, Sister Liu."

Qi Tianrui stretched his head to the kitchen and took a look, then was pushed out by Sister Liu.

"Relax and have your steamed fish and rice tofu with minced pork."

Qi Tianrui smiled and turned to make two cups of tea by himself, one for himself and one for Chu Qiu.

When Chu Qiu heard Sister Liu's words, he was stunned for two seconds, thinking of the food the other party ordered when he had dinner with Qi Tianrui last time.

The last time Qi Tianrui was completely accommodating his taste.

Chu Qiu took the cup and said thank you to Qi Tianrui.

Qi Tianrui was stunned for two seconds and asked, "What are you thanking for this time?"

Chu Qiu said, "Last time I ate."

Qi Tianrui smiled all of a sudden: "You don't understand this. It depends on people to eat things like this."

"If the object of eating together is you, no matter what it is, it suits my appetite." Qi Tianrui said.

After kicking a straight kick, Mr. Qi only felt that his body was comfortable, his waist was not sore, his legs were no longer painful, and people were not counseled anymore.

He feels that with these words, he can talk to Zhou Yixing who spit him for a year!

Chu Qiu was holding the cup and looked at him stupidly.

Is it so pleasant to be with someone you like?

He once again wondered in his heart.

Although Sister Liu's craftsmanship is not as professional as Zhou Yiyue's last year, she is still very good.

It smells like home.

Chu Qiu quietly ate the familiar fried pork with shredded potatoes, while watching Qi Tianrui take a small bowl of fried rice tofu with minced pork in one go.

Sister Liu looked at Chu Qiu, while enthusiastically picking up dishes, while chatting about the homework.

Such as how old is it? Where did you go to university? Have you ever fallen in love? Are there any objects?

Chu Qiu was very helpful to such concern and answered truthfully.

When talking about the ideal type of looking for a target, both Zhang Dali and Sister Liu Ruoyouruuo glanced at Qi Tianrui, who was sullenly eating while pretending to hear nothing.

Their little movements were discovered by Chu Qiu.

Chu Qiu blinked and wondered if Qi Tianrui would choke on the idea that his ideal type is a white rabbit toffee manufacturer, and then attack the food industry in anger.

Out of kindness, Chu Qiu still shook his head and said that he didn't know.

Qi Tianrui felt very delicate when he heard this answer.

It's not too happy to say that I'm happy, but at least I'm not disappointed.

Sister Liu didn't ask in depth. Seeing that Chu Qiu drank half a bowl of soup and added a big spoon, she smiled and changed the subject: "You like to drink seaweed and rib soup?"

Chu Qiu was a little shy and nodded.

"Dali said that you passed the audition for "Taijing". When I look back, I will be with the team and make soup for you."

What Sister Liu said, Chu Qiu was always good, and from time to time he gave a shy smile.

Chu Qiu's attention wasn't all on Sister Liu.

Qi Tianrui made a sound occasionally, and Chu Qiu could see that there were always a few pieces of fish and a few spoonfuls of rice tofu in Qi Tianrui's bowl.

Chu Qiu made a small calculation.

It's not that he doesn't know how to cook. The orphanage teaches children to cook as a child. After all, there is no parent spoiled by it. It is necessary to learn basic life skills.

Qi Tianrui is not short of money, naturally he does not need Chu Qiu to repay him with money.

Chu Qiu thought that if he cooked Qi Tianrui's favorite dishes for him, Qi Tianrui would be very happy.

—After all, he was only here to pick him up. Qi Tianrui was already so happy that he was so happy that he just came to pick him up. If he could receive the food he made, he would be happier.

It would be nice if Qi Tianrui was not so rich.

If Qi Tianrui is not so rich, he can work hard and earn more money to return Qi Tianrui's investment.

Zhang Dali settled the account for Chu Qiu. As of the last life Chu Qiu got the trophy, the income he brought to Fenghuang had just exceeded the previous investment-of course, this investment also included Qi Tianrui's private investment.

Chu Qiu thought to himself, and ate a piece of kelp.

But when you think about it, cooking Qi Tianrui seems too intimate.

Chu Qiu gnawed his bones and thought, but hesitated.

The difficulty of cooking for the boss who is interested in you is still a bit high.

…It's better to make money to pay off debts.

This difficulty factor is relatively low.

Chu Qiu said silently.

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