Master’s a Byoukidere and Needs Pampering!

"Then you send a chicken and a box of milk."

Zhou Xufang thinks it can.

The milk Jiang Zhi drank was an imported brand. Zhou Xufang ordered two boxes on the official website and it took a week to arrive. There was also the brand of marshmallow she liked, which was also out of stock online.

She put on a black windbreaker with a big hat and went to the supermarket in the community. At this point, only Wen Baiyang was in the supermarket.

She asked Wen Baiyang, "Is there no marshmallow in pink packaging?"

Wen Baiyang wrote: "It's out of stock." Her handwriting is beautiful and her writing is very correct, "It seems that production has been discontinued."

No wonder I couldn't buy it online. Zhou Xu twisted his eyebrows and took another brand of marshmallows. At the checkout: "I will also work part-time here in the future, from 11:00 to 1:00 in the evening."

The salary of a professional runner is very high, but she does not always have tasks. She has very spare time and can do a lot of work.

Wen Baiyang grinned, showing a few white teeth, because her face was always red, she smiled a little silly, very simple, after looking for the change, she took out an egg from the canvas bag for a long time. Pass it to Zhou Xufang.

Zhou Xufang was still wearing his hat, and only half of his face appeared: "Give it to me?"

Wen Baiyang nodded and wrote on the paper: "It's a native egg."

What a nice person.

Zhou Xufang is actually a bit afraid of others, because he has no social interaction and is very guarded. Only Wen Baiyang makes her feel relaxed. She likes her, and likes the two plateau reds on her cheeks most.

"Thank you." She took her native egg, but did not touch her hand. "Do you know where to buy native chicken?"

Wen Baiyang nodded.

Zhou Xufang added her WeChat account, not counted as the group leader of the crew, this was the first friend she added.

For a week, Zhou Xufang did not receive any group performance. After October, the cold snap hit.

On Monday, the group leader sent a message that 20 group performances were required. Zhou Xufang signed up, packed the bought chicken and milk into a black travel bag, and carried it back to the crew early in the morning.

The gathering time notified by the group head was 9 o'clock in the morning, and she arrived at the studio at 7 o'clock. Because she didn't know when Jiang Zhi would arrive, she was waiting at the entrance.

At about half past eight, a sports car that was not low-key at all drove into the studio.

Ah Wan drove very slowly and slowly. In the rearview mirror, his employer was sitting in the back seat as if he was sleeping instead of sleeping. Maybe he didn't sleep enough, and he looked uncomfortable.

Behind the seat, there is a beautiful and exquisite glass box filled with cotton candy.

Jiang Zhi took one and threw it in his mouth. Before chewing it, he squeezed his brows, immediately wrapped it in a handkerchief, and vomited it out. He felt irritated from getting out of bed, and his complexion was even worse.

"Changed the brand?"

Ah Wan said: "The previous brand is sold out."

"Change it back."

It's totally involuntary, and it sounds pretty unreasonable.

Ah Wan's slumped mouth, because of her big size, she was shrunk in the co-pilot of the sports car, which looked very dissonant and a bit funny: "I asked a lot of things, but no more."

Jiang Zhi didn't even lift his eyelids: "Change it back."

"..."

Ruthless and unreasonable making trouble.

A Wan: "Oh." It's not easy to support a family. A Wan glanced out the car window sadly, "Shao Jiang."

"Yeah." Jiang Zhi didn't wake up from sleep, feeling melancholy.

"The one with the film." Ah Wan didn't know the name of the one with the film.

Jiang Zhi lifted his eyelids, with sleepy eyes, and saw a man squatting next to the street lamp, dressed in black, carrying a large travel bag, with a hat on his head, and unable to see his face, revealing a black head.

Dress like a thief all day long!

Jiang Zhi straightened up and changed his sitting position: "Stop over."

Ah Wan stopped the car.

Jiang Zhi rolled down the car window.

Ah Wan honked the horn again.

Zhou Xufang only raised his head and habitually pulled his hat down. He was a little paralyzed, his face was always expressionless and his eyes were empty.

She stood up, looked around, saw no one, walked over, and stood one meter away from the car window: "Are your hands all right?"

The voice was slightly cool, there was no ups and downs.

wack!

Jiang Zhi said.

She looked around again, then took off the backpack: "This is for you." She stepped forward and passed it over, "Apologize."

Jiang Zhi glanced at the black backpack, and then his gaze fell on the back of her hand. Her sleeves were long and the back of her hand covered most of it, exposing that part, which was white and glowing under the sun.

It's no wonder that she wraps herself up like this all day long, without seeing the sun, as white as a ghost.

Ah Wan, the main driver, coughed to remind the employer that he had been staring at the girl's hand, and he asked for instructions with his eyes only when the employer took his sight away.

Then, unexpectedly, the employer nodded.

Ah night got off the car and took the backpack, which was quite heavy.

After Zhou Xufang gave the gift, he left without saying a word.

Ah Wan put the backpack on the seat next to him: "Young Master Jiang, do you want to open it?"

Except for two coughs, there was no sound. Ah Wan glanced in the rearview mirror. The employer yawned and lay down lazily, with a strand of short hair that was not taken care of.

When the car drove into the parking space, Ah Wan heard the person behind say: "Open."

"Oh."

Ah Wan stopped the car, picked up the backpack, put it on his lap, and opened the zipper——

"Oh!"

Ah Wan was dumbfounded. On her leg, a pair of eyeballs stared at him with big eyes. The thing stretched her neck and yelled at him: "Cuckl, chuck..."

A smell of chicken **** came out.

Ah Wan was dumbfounded: "It's... a chicken."

Jiang Zhi: "..."

At nine o'clock, the actors had changed their costumes and put on their makeup, and waited for the director to start filming.

As a new weaver girl, Fang Ideal’s costume team is very attentive. Her costumes are all tailor-made. Don’t look at her cuteness and flexibility. She adds her cheongsam and holds a feather fan for dancing girls. , Walking on the catwalk, it is also amorous.

As expected, the great director had a sharp eye, picking one out.

Fang Ideal, wearing her new costume, turned around in front of Zhou Xufang, with two pear vortices at the corners of his mouth: "Well?"

Zhou Xufang wore linen clothes: "Yeah."

"Xu Fang, don't you play Weibo?"

She shook her head.

"Have you brought your phone?"

She touched her trouser pockets: "I brought it today."

Fang Ideal took out her mobile phone: "You add me." She has an unforgettable expression of wealth and honor, and she is very proud. "Whoever defaults on your wages in the future, just tell me, Ullalah Ideal for you support!"

She is now a famous weaver girl. Zhou Xufang is not good at socializing and has no friends. She is alone, like a poor little girl who has been abandoned by the whole world. She has to cover her as a weaver girl!

Zhou Xufang nodded, lowered his head and said nothing.

After adding friends, Ullalah Ideal was wearing a cheongsam and squatting in Asia. When he opened Weibo, he was shocked: "Oh my god!" Ullah slapped his thigh and said, "Big companies are awesome and bought me a lot of zombies. Fan."

After Fang Ideal became the second female of "Wuye", many agency companies approached her to sign. Fang Ideal is an ideal girl, and without thinking about it, she directly signed Baoguang, the leading company in the film and television industry.

Speaking of Baoguang, the most talked about is Baoguang’s boss Xue Baoyi.

"Our boss and Dao Jiang are still young." Fang Ideal is a gossip. After four years of running the game, he learned various gossips.

In Zhou Xufang's desolate eyes, there was a little look.

It was rare that she was interested in something, and Fang Ideal began to chat with her: "Has Er Ye from the Xue family, the imperial capital, ever heard of it?"

Zhou Xufang shook his head.

Fang Ideal made popular science with her: "You can see him next to Weibo."

Zhou Xufang doesn't use the Internet very much, so he is not very clear: "Is he also an artist?"

"No." The assistant lady in the clothing group asked if he could eat chicken feet, Fang Ideal took one and chewed unceremoniously, and said, "The people on his pillow are all artists."

Zhou Xufang didn't know how bad he was.

Fang Ideal took another bite of his paw, and sighed: "Hey, I don't know how many girls are the victims." She is a just and awe-inspiring girl, and angrily bit off her chicken paw, "God will take him sooner or later!"

Zhou Xufang didn't answer the conversation, looking up at one place, keeping his eyes intent.

Fang Ideal followed her gaze, oh, the director finally arrived: "Are you watching Director Jiang again?"

She squatted in an inconspicuous corner with a calm expression: "He looks good."

She likes to look at beautiful things, such as her cotton candy box.

For director Jiang Da’s appearance, Fang Ideal is convinced, just that face, looking at the entire showbiz, no one can be more beautiful, that is--

"Jiang Damei is a star in the sky. It's good to be seductive, and you can't take it off." Fang Ideal threw the chicken paws and wiped his hands. "Just where Jiang Meiren lay, I don't know how many sons have been bent, but no. Who can pick his beauty flower? Moreover, he is delicate and in poor health. The Jiang family set up a pharmacy research institute specifically to provide him with nursing care. It is very expensive, and we ordinary people cannot afford it. ."

Zhou Xufang thought, she has a lot of money, but she wants to buy Moon Bay and can't raise beauties.

"Moreover, Dao Jiang is gay." Fang Ideal covered his mouth and told Zhou Xufang in a low voice, "There are rumors in the circle that he is a couple with Erye Xiao Xue."

Zhou Xufang was once again unclear.

Ten minutes later, Deputy Director Zhao raised a loudspeaker and announced: "The shooting will start right away, ten minutes to prepare."

The chatting extras broke up.

Deputy Director Zhao patrolled for a week and the machines were all ready. He saw a chicken in the corner and asked Xiao Li, "Why is there a chicken here? Who put it here?"

Xiao Li said: "I didn't pay attention, it should be put by the props team."

Assistant Director Zhao looked around: "Did you see that extra actor carrying the burden?" He told Xiao Li, "Put the chicken in his burden."

Xiao Li grabbed the chicken and put it into the burden of the extras. The **** the chicken paw was loose and he didn't pay attention. Then, there was a burst of footage in this scene.

"Gluck giggled giggled..."

It's a rooster. It's about two or three catties. It's flying all over the field.

Assistant Director Zhao Khan came out: "Director Jiang, this—"

Jiang Zhi threw the script in his hand and leaned on the recliner with a thick blanket: "Did the props team bring your head over today?"

He coughed, and the corners of his eyes were reddish. Although he was sickly, his eyes were cold. Deputy Director Zhao didn't dare to say anything, the air pressure was so low that he could not breathe well.

Jiang Zhi licked his blushing lips: "Where is the chicken?"

Suddenly, Ah Wan replied: "Yours."

"..."

Jiang Zhi threw a milk jug over: "What are you still doing?"

Ah Wan rolled up his sleeves and joined the ranks of catching chickens.

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Zhou Xufang: I will stew local chicken for you to replenish your body.

Jiang Zhi: Do you dislike my performance yesterday?

Zhou Xufang:...