I’m Really a Superstar

[It’s a bit of a creak these days. 】

...

weekend.

in the morning.

There was a lot of noise on the Internet, but Zhang Ye, the person involved, slept late at home. It may be that he was tired these days. He also snored when he seldom snores. He slept very soundly with the towel in his hand. Even if the halazi flowed on the pillow towel, he didn’t know his sleeping position Not so pretty.

The door opened.

Mom came in, "Xiao Ye."

"Huh?" Zhang Ye answered vaguely.

My mother said: "Get up for dinner."

Zhang Ye turned over and covered his head, "Stop eating, go to sleep."

The mother said: "I have bought breakfast, soy milk fritters."

"I won't prepare today. I'm too sleepy. Call me again at lunch." Zhang Ye said.

Dad and the outbuilding heard this, and said: "Did you not say last night that you would accompany your mother to the mall during the day? You have finally returned home to rest for a few days, don't sleep."

Zhang Ye cried, "Dad, I really can't get up, I'm tired."

Chenchen also strolled into the bedroom and glanced at the bed, "Zhang Ye, you are so lazy."

My mother glared at him, "Look, even Xiao Chenchen said you, you are not ashamed."

Zhang Ye hummed, "No one says I can't get up."

Mom said: "Hurry up, the food is cold."

"Don't eat." Zhang Ye lazily lay down in bed: "Mom, it's not that I can't afford it. I really can't get up. My buddy is all tired and hurts. I have to sleep until the afternoon. I can't get out of bed even when I get down.

My mother couldn't wake him at sight, so she was helpless to leave.

At this moment, Zhang Ye's mobile phone on the pillow side chirped.

Zhang Ye woke up again, picked up his phone impatiently and answered, "Who is that?"

Opposite is a mature and gentle female voice, "It's me."

"Oh, old Wu." It's Wu Zeqing, "have you up?"

Old Wu: "Are you still asleep?"

Zhang Ye: "Well, are you not going to work today?"

Old Wu: "I'm resting, what can I do today?"

Zhang Ye: "I'm fine."

Old Wu "I wonder if the two of us haven't seen each other for a long time. It's rare to have a two-day rest. If you are not busy, come to my eldest sister for a while? Or do you sleep more? Someday?"

Hearing this, Zhang Yeteng sat up from the bed immediately, "...I'll be full early, I'll be there soon!" After hanging up the phone, he got out of bed, "Parents, I'll go to a friend's house for a while, go That's it!"

Mom: "..."

Dad: "..."

Chenchen: "..."

Several people are speechless!

Aren't you unable to get up when the sky falls down? ?

...

More than eight o'clock in the morning.

The east gate of Taoranting, a high-end community.

When Zhang Ye drove the car, he found that the fence gate of Wu Zeqing's villa was open, and he didn't have a parking garage, so he drove the car directly into the yard, knowing that it was the gate that Old Wu left for him. When he got out of the car, Zhang Ye saw Lao Wu in the yard, sitting on the side of the small flower bed, slowly sticking something in the soil, as if playing with flowers.

Wu Zeqing also looked over, and the two looked at each other.

How long hasn't seen Old Wu? Zhang Ye didn’t remember clearly. Anyway, I knew it was a long time. It took a month or two months. Wu Zeqing had just assumed the post of Deputy Director of Radio and Television and was busy with work. Zhang Ye later also took on a set of CCTV programs. The work with the college entrance examination questions is even more busy, so the two of them mostly communicated via text messages and phone calls. They have never had time to meet. Now when I see Wu Zeqing again, Zhang Ye’s heart is pounding, very excited, too. I miss it very much. Otherwise, Wu would not call and he would get out of bed.

Zhang Ye walked over quickly, "Why is this?"

Wu Zeqing smiled, "I, let the flowers loosen up the soil. I was on a business trip a week ago. I only returned to the capital yesterday. I haven't paid attention to flowers for a long time."

"I'll help you." Zhang Ye volunteered.

Wu Zeqing said: "Don't touch your hands, this is all done."

"I'm idle, too." Zhang Ye picked up a tree branch from the ground, and decently loosened the soil for the flowers, and also helped to water them.

They talked while working.

Old Wu said: "I heard that many candidates scold you now?"

Zhang Ye said, "Khan, do you have it?"

Old Wu looked at him, "Yes, it's all in the newspaper."

Zhang Ye said, "Hey, don't mention it. I'm still too panic about this matter. I haven't dealt with it yet. I was asked by the Beijing High-tech Enrollment Office. I must reform. How difficult is the question, how difficult is it, when I hear it? OK, chant! This is great, when the paper comes out, the candidates will all blame me, why don’t the other questioners say it? Why don’t they scold me? You said I was wronged! So, I don’t show up at all now. Let me hide from the limelight for a few days. After this moment, my buddy is a good guy again!"

Clapping the soil on his hands, Wu Zeqing got up, "Okay, it's done, you can go in and sit for a while, I will clean up the rest, by the way, there are a few boxes on the sofa, you can take a look."

Zhang Ye was curious, "What?"

Wu Zeqing smiled, "I went shopping when I was on a business trip. I bought you two clothes. Try it out. I think it should be good."

Zhang Ye said hey, "You are so busy, what clothes can you buy for me?"

Wu Zeqing smiled and said, "Try it."

Zhang Ye said hypocritically, but he was actually quite beautiful in his heart. He wandered into the villa, looked for it on the first floor, and saw the packaging boxes on the sofa. They opened them one by one. So he took the clothes upstairs and changed them on himself.

Go downstairs.

"Alright." Zhang Ye appeared.

Wu Zeqing also cleaned up the flower bed and went back to the house, "Let me see." After watching him up and down a few times, he nodded slightly and smiled: "It's not bad. The colors and styles are all suitable for you. Does it fit you?"

Zhang Ye liked it too, "fits well."

"That's fine." Wu Zeqing walked over and squeezed the collar for him. "It's just a little wrinkled here. Take it off when you turn around. I'll iron it for you."

"Yeah." Zhang Ye also looked in the mirror. "It's better for you to look good. I'm worried about running out of clothes recently. I haven't bought clothes for months."

Old Wu said: "It's pretty plain."

Zhang Ye said with sweat: "It's not plain. I don't have a chance to buy it. I have to be recognized when I go to the mall if I don't know it. It's not convenient to buy anything. Like other artists, there are brokerage companies to help Zhang Luo. There is also a company that specializes in custom-made clothes for them. I have neither a broker nor a brokerage company. I do have a work unit, but CCTV has a lot of pick-er-force. The clothes for the show are prepared for them, but they can be downloaded. You have to take off the show, you have to sign, and you can’t find the clothes without signing, and we have to pay for it ourselves."

Wu Zeqing looked at him in the mirror and said: "If you want to buy clothes in the future, you just tell me, I'll take a look for you. You are a public figure and an associate professor. You must be exquisite in dressing so that people can see. Ah, at least he looks like a professor, right?"

"Row."

"Had breakfast?"

"No, how about you?"

"I just ate it and I still have some porridge. Do you want to drink it?"

"What porridge?"

"Millet porridge."

"drink."

"Do you want to eat eggs?"

"Eat, I eat poached eggs."

"Haha, wait."

"Thank you, old Wu."

"It's not hard."

Zhang Ye was also not welcome, just as he arrived at his own home, he lay down on the sofa carelessly, and waited for breakfast with his knees back, his eyes squinted in great comfort.

When he was with Lao Wu, Lao Wu never let him work. Zhang Ye used to argue a few words before, but then he was not hypocritical.