From collapsed house idol to entertainment superstar

This closing banquet didn't last very late, and it wasn't a social banquet, just enjoy it.

Except for Wang Qianyuan, who was half confused after drinking, not many of the others drank particularly well. After all, they just pay attention to the atmosphere. Many people still have to get up early tomorrow to catch up on work. Workers are not immune to customs everywhere, including the entertainment industry.

Same.

Around 8 or 9 o'clock, everyone had almost dispersed. Those who were prepared to renew the stall organized another one in private, while those who had no plans went back to their respective homes.

A few of them who were familiar with each other also came to ask Ding Zhi if he would go to renew the stall, but he declined politely because he had something to do.

Finally, Ding Zhi watched as Wang Qianyuan's assistant arrived and helped him into the car, and then he also got into his RV.

"Brother Zhi, go home?"

Xiaopang put on his seat belt and looked at Ding Zhi through the rearview mirror.

"Um."

The RV started, Ding Zhi closed his eyes and pinched his eyebrows.

Although he was not drunk, he had drunk a lot of wine and was still a little dizzy.

Street lights flashed outside the car window. He lowered his hand, took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket, and scrolled through the columns of WeChat. He suddenly paused.

Only then did Ding Zhi belatedly realize that he didn't seem to have Zou Yutong's contact information.

It's strange to say that the two have been together for a long time. They are in the same company and have the same agent. They act as a couple on the show and often stay together outside the show. However, they have never exchanged contact information.

Ding Zhi thought about it carefully. He had mentioned it a few times, but Ms. Zou cleverly changed the subject. He didn't pay much attention at the time. Anyway, they were filming together and they didn't see each other all day long, so it was nothing more.

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As a result, the scene was finished, and when I was about to look for her, I realized I was embarrassed.

After hesitating for a moment, Ding Zhi still had no intention of asking Liang Qiong for his contact information.

"Little Fatty, stop!"

He suddenly spoke out.

"Ah? Oh oh!"

Xiaopang looked at Ding Zhi through the rearview mirror with some surprise, while he obediently parked the RV on the side of the road.

There is a night market just outside the car.

"I'm going to buy something, you wait here."

"Brother Zhi, what do you want to buy? I'll buy it for you!"

The little fat guy reached out to unbuckle his seat belt.

"No, I'll go by myself, just wait."

Ding Zhi reached out to hold him down, took out a black mask from his pocket, put it on, and got out of the car.

Xiaopang watched curiously as Ding Zhi disappeared around the corner. After a while, he saw him coming out with a bag of things, including beer and snacks such as duck neck and duck tongue.

"Let's go!"

Then, Ding Zhi named another place and asked Xiaopang to follow the navigation.

Xiaopang has a very strange brain circuit, but his advantage is that he is honest and obedient.

Even though his mind was full of doubts, he didn't ask any more questions, just pulled the handbrake, turned around and drove to the address given by Ding Zhi.

The address reported by Ding Zhi was naturally Zou Yutong's residence.

As I said before, Brother Zhi is very good at extracting home addresses from clues, and Miss Zou's house is no exception.

I have no contact information, but I know where you live. This is not surprising to Brother Zhi.

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...

Zou Yutong was nestled in bed, with a fever-reducing patch on his forehead and scrolling through his phone in a daze.

She just got a fever-reducing injection in the afternoon and took medicine. Now her fever has gone away, but she still feels a little bit sick and can't sleep despite tossing and turning.

I looked at the crew members posting photos of the wedding banquet in their circle of friends, and then opened someone's WeChat circle of friends, only to find that there was no movement and everything was empty, and I couldn't help but curl my lips.

He really looks like an old man who has no social life.

"Ding Dong~Ding Dong~"

Suddenly, a smart video conversation doorbell rang next to the door.

Um?

Miss Zou was a little confused.

Assistant Xiao Zhang left not long ago. Could it be that she looked back again? Did she forget something?

Zou Yutong struggled to get up and moved forward to connect the call.

She glanced at it and saw only a man wearing a black mask in the video, revealing a pair of beautiful red phoenix eyes.

"!!!"

Zou Yutong's droopy eyebrows instantly raised, and he covered the camera with lightning speed.

She instantly recognized who it was, it was Ding Zhi!

Why is it him!

How does he know where I live??!

How did he know my house number??!

But she finally calmed down and slowly moved her palm away. After all, she didn't have an ostrich-type personality.

"Why is it you?!"

Ding Zhi opened his mouth to speak...

"Forget it! Wait for me!"

Miss Zou immediately hung up the video.

Then he looked at the full-length mirror at the door.

Ah! I have no makeup now, my hair is unkempt, my eyes are swollen, and I have a Crayon Shin-chan patterned child fever patch on my forehead.

This image is a complete mess.

To die!!

I'm going to die!!!

She gritted her teeth, put on her coat, put on her cotton slippers, and walked to the elevator.

snort!

Why should I pay attention to my image in front of him? He is not mine!

But Zou Yutong didn't notice that as she hurried downstairs, the slightly upturned corners of her mouth revealed her mood at this time.

"Click~click~"

The building door opens.

Poking out her cute little head, Miss Zou had already adjusted her expression and asked with a look of surprise and confusion.

"Hey! Why are you here?"

At first glance, he looks like an old actor.

"I heard you were sick and came to see you."

Zou Yutong glanced at the bag in Ding Zhi's hand.

"so what?"

Ding Zhi opened the bag calmly, revealing the beer and snacks inside.

"So I'm here to make up for you with a wedding banquet!"

"That's it~"

The girl muttered and rolled her eyes, but she saw a fat face quietly looking over at the driver's seat of a RV not far away, with a look of shock and gossip on her face. She happened to be opposite Zou Yutong.

Eye.

Xiaopang quickly retracted his big head and raised the window.

Zou Yutong reached out and grabbed Ding Zhi and pulled him through the door.

Xiaopang, who was left alone and still peeping at all this through the window, began to worry.

"Oh~ what can we do?"

"What if Brother Zhi doesn't come out tonight, should I leave or stay?"

Xiaopang thought about it for a while, and decided to stay in the car tonight, just stay in the car for one night, and he could also help Brother Zhi look out!

Although there are no paparazzi staring at Brother Zhi yet, what if it happens?

I, Peng Jianxing, will be Brother Zhi’s last barrier!

He rolled down the window, stuck his head out, and began to carefully look at everyone passing by in the community.

After an unknown amount of time, a thin-haired man who enjoyed good fortune until around nine o'clock late at night dragged his exhausted body from get off work. When he returned to the community, he suddenly found a head staring at him in the darkness, which frightened him. Jump.

After taking a closer look, I realized it was a fat man sticking his head out of the car!

"are you crazy!"

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...

"Do you know how rude it is to rush into a girl's house without saying hello?"

Miss Zou pushed away the messy hair in front of her eyes, raised her head, and scolded Ding Zhi with a serious face.

As she spoke, she pursed her lips and suppressed the smile on her lips.

"Ah? That's it! I'm sorry!"

Ding Zhi raised his eyebrows. He didn't think much at that time and just came here. Thinking about it now, he felt that Zou Yutong was right, so he apologized neatly.

"How did you know I lived here?"

Only now did Zou Yutong realize that something was wrong.

She thought about Liang Qiong, but quickly rejected the idea. Liang Qiong was definitely not the kind of person who would easily leak information about his artists, even if the person inquiring was another of her artists.

"You told me yourself!"

Ding Zhi said confidently.

(Also, don’t wait, you’ll see it when you get up tomorrow. I’ll have a midnight snack first...)