MTL - I Have Amnesia, Don’t Be Noisy!-Chapter 26 Complaint
"What's wrong with this?" Back home, Zhong Yibin is still not very emotional, sticking Chu Qin does not let go. Chu Qin dragged his big plaster on his back to wash his face and wash his face. He dragged him into the kitchen and asked him while cutting vegetables.
It was raining today, not so hot, but it was a little moist. Chu Qin thought about stewing a miscellaneous soup to drink, sitting on the rainy window and drinking hot soup, it must be very comfortable.
Zhong Yibin buried his nose on Chu Qin's shoulder and said with a sullen voice, "I used to, is it outside, screaming outside?"
Chu Qin piled the cut lotus roots and potatoes into a large glass bowl, slightly sideways, and squinted at the big guy on the shoulder. "What's wrong? Is anyone upset you?"
Hearing this statement, Zhong Yibin is even more nervous. Does his "other lover" still go to the company to entangle it? "No, just... inform the paparazzi, it’s a young woman..."
Although the manager of the media public relations department later said that he was arrogant, the president has always been a self-cleaning person, but he feels untrustworthy. The subordinate only sees that he is not happy, will he say so.
Chu Qin was silent for a moment and snorted: "I know who it is."
"Who?" Zhong Yibin asked nervously on his shoulder.
Chu Qin did not speak, bowed his head and cut his flesh. The hard-boiled pork belly is cut into thin slices and thrown into a hot pot to make a sound of thorns and thorns.
"Chu Qin!" Zhong Yibin took his hand to cut vegetables, took the knife away, let him turn to look at himself, want to say something, and did not know what to say. If there is something that is hard to face in the past, he must also know that Chu Qin’s whitewash can’t be fooled.
Chu Qin saw that he had painful eyes and suddenly felt distressed. When he mentioned some people, he was angry and forgot for a while. This is a two-meal cake. Slightly lifted his foot and kissed him on the tight lips: "A fool, if you dare to blame, I will sweep you out."
After listening to this, Zhong Yibin sighed with relief, and after a day's heart, he finally put it back in his stomach. The committee screamed and screamed: "I will not scare me in the future."
Chu Qin grinned, reached out and pinched his face, and pinched the tall pig's mouth into a chicken mouth: "Our two cakes are so handsome, some people always do not give up."
"Flesh floats!" Zhong Xiaoji rushed the oil pan to lift the chin, and the pot had already had a burnt smell.
Chu Qin quickly let him go, to fry meat. Zhong Yibin automatically and consciously posted it on the back of Chu Qin. Chu Qin had some helplessness, but he also posted it, and fished the fried yellow oil residue, sprinkled a little salt, and picked up a head that was handed to the shoulder.
Zhong Yibin happily opened his mouth and ate the fried yellow oil residue. He took a look at the slender fingertips: "Good fragrance!" The rich children did not eat the remaining residue of the lard. I feel very fresh.
"Before I cook, you also like to come over, just to eat this." Chu Qin smiled slightly, fry the ingredients, throw it into the pot, add water and seasoning, cover the lid and cook over low heat. Take a big plaster on your back and go to the living room to rest.
There is still rain outside, and there is a tendency to get bigger and bigger. The whole city is shrouded in the lead-gray sky, and it looks lonely and cold. Only the warm body temperature around it can make people feel at ease.
"Who is it? Even if it is my mother, you should tell me." Zhong Yibin asked without hesitation, pulling Chu Qin's leg over and putting it on his lap, and recording the show was an afternoon. The legs are often sore and sometimes edema.
"I guess, it is Zhou Zimeng." Chu Qin licked his lips and finally said the name. They went to the world to play songs, only those people knew that the rest were there, only Zhou Zimeng left early. Moreover, this kind of thing, she has not done it before.
Seeing the group from the first day, Chu Qin saw it. Zhou Zimeng liked Zhong Yibin and was full of hostility towards him. He used to think that it was the little girl's jealousy, and he didn't take it seriously. When I was a little angry, I mentioned it with Zhong Yibin. This person still doesn't believe it. He feels that he is more heart-warming. Over time, Chu Qin did not like to say his group of friends in front of Zhong Yibin.
"Why is she doing this?" Zhong Yibin frowned slightly, because he couldn't remember these friends. He had prepared for these people from the bottom of his heart, and he saw their unfriendly to Chu Qin at the first time. Among those friends, Zhou Zimeng is the most hostile to Chu Qin.
"I just guessed that you should check it yourself. After all, she is your friend..." Chu Qin did not like to complain to him when Zhong Yibin resumed his memory one day, so it would be better for him to see it himself. Get up and go to see the pot, but was dragged into the arms by Zhong Yibin.
"If you don't like anyone, just tell me that nothing is more important than you." Zhong Yibin's voice is a bit low and dumb. Those who have no memory and things are not important to him.
Chu Qin took a moment and slowly reached back and hugged him. "Yeah." It is narrow-minded. If he doesn't like it, he doesn't like it. Zhong Yibin is his boyfriend. You should stand with him and be polite. Push people out.
The miso soup is cooked. The thick paste soup contains fried lotus root, fried potatoes, vermicelli, pork belly, and green cabbage leaves. Two bowls are served, a few drops of balsamic vinegar are added, and a little sesame oil is added. It is delicious. Zhong Yibin did not raise his head. After eating, he ran to the kitchen and brought the pot over, adding a bowl to Chu Qin.
With a fried browned taro piece, Zhong Yibin ate three bowls of soup before being able to let go. After eating, I took a pot and a bowl and washed it happily. When Chu Qin got the fruit after the meal, he remembered it and forgot to stop him from doing housework.
With the general direction, it is easy to check. Zhong Yibin made people adjust the monitoring outside the song of Shengshi. When he saw that Zhou Zimeng was out of the door, he did not take the car directly. Instead, he stood in the same place for a while and went to the east. There is a public telephone booth in the east of 200 meters.
"Check the manipulator of the Weibo marketing number, let him come out and talk." Zhong Yibin squinted, Zhou Zimeng to clean up, this marketing number can not let go. Several marketing numbers on the Internet about entertainment gossip are all insiders, basically in the hands of major entertainment companies. Therefore, only some scraps will be reported, but this "entertainment circle" has no connection with Shengshi.
"This, look for the old wave of the high-level to check, or else, you say hello to that person?" Jin Secretary looked at the face of the public relations manager, to help him out.
The old wave is the operating company of Weibo, and Zhong Yibin has a vein in it. The matter of checking people's information was previously made by Zhong Yibin. But the problem is that he doesn't remember who the contact is now, and he can only call his brother.
The omniscient Zhong Jiabin, even this one knows. The friend of Zhong Yibin, in the old waves, can be said to be able to speak, but when it comes to big things, it is a little powerless.
"I have classmates at the top of the old wave, you... Do you want to know?" Zhong Jiabin seems to be hesitant.
"Okay!" Zhong Yibin readily agreed, many people have a lot of connections, and people who know their own brothers are definitely more reliable than those they know. Zhong Yibin, who has a new understanding of his interpersonal relationship, is skeptical about his own connections.
Hanging up the phone of his younger brother, Zhong Jia’s brother is still a little embarrassed. In the past, my younger brother was most annoyed with his introduction of contacts. He felt that he was showing off, and now he promised so much.
"President, this is the project budget." Secretary Jin took a file and signed it to Zhong Yibin. This included the funds of the turbid palace drama. The headquarters approved the money, but very few, only in low cost. In the direction of Lei Opera, Vice President Li has signed and agreed.
Zhong Yibin looked at the budget table, frowned, and Lei Lei was such a thing that he couldn't easily shoot it. If he couldn't stop it, the whole company's reputation would be cheaper. "Let Vice President Li come over."
"Headquarters does not give money, what can we do?" Li is nearly 40 years old, with a moderate body and a pair of glasses. It looks like Svens, but the words are very tough.
"I have to go to the headquarters to discuss the issue of money. I will wait for this budget first." Zhong Yibin squinted and refuted the budget.
"The schedule of the actor is very tight. You'd better make a decision sooner." Vice-President Li was somewhat upset. This was when Zhong Yibin took a vacation and he urged the planning. In his opinion, as long as you can make money, you can manage it. doing what.
At this time, the front desk called an internal call. "President, Miss Zhou came to see you, already went up."
"Which Miss Zhou?" Zhong Yibin asked coldly.
"Of course it is me!" The voice did not fall, Zhou Zimeng pushed the door in. "Walk around here, come up for a cup of tea."
Vice President Li saw Zhou Zimeng, picked up the budget bill and sighed: "The president has something, I have passed."
After the matter had not been finished, Zhong Yibin raised his hand to stop Vice President Li from leaving. He said to the front desk on the phone: "You are not going to work tomorrow." After that, he put down the phone and told Jin Secretary to clear Zhou Zi. .
