Whose Little Eyes Haven’t Seen the Actor Yet

After Jiang Zicheng had lunch in the first class, the plane landed smoothly at Beijing Airport. This time, all the actors from the crew of "Blame You Are So Cute" returned to Beijing at the same time. This schedule was announced on the crew's Weibo a few days ago. Therefore, the entire airport pick-up hall was crowded with the pick-up brigade. Fans are waiting here enthusiastically, waiting for the idols to appear.

This time, they did not take the VIP channel, but under the **** of security and assistants, they walked into the crowd and interacted with everyone. Jiang Zicheng was also picked up by fans before, but they were all stragglers who made little troubles, and it was incomparable to the big scenes now. As soon as several actors walked out of the arrival hall, cheers like a tsunami greeted them.

The sisters at the front-line station picked up long guns and short cannons, and the overwhelming flashes blazed off. Lu Xia kept smiling and waved, while sticking to Jiang Zicheng, spitting out with her lips: "Jiaohua, do you think we Like the Rockets?"

Jiang Zicheng said shyly: "Oh, how did you know that I was called the slam dunk little prince in high school."

"..." Lu Xia had a headache, "I mean the one in the cartoon."

"...????" Jiang Zicheng looked around, looking blank, "Where does it look like it, we don't have any cats."

Lu Xia: "Don't you think we are being attacked by 10,000 bikachus with lightning, which makes my eyes blind."

Jiang Zicheng comforted him: "It's good to be the Rockets, at least the'cute and charming villain', we accounted for the first five characters."

Among the fans present, the fans of Jiang Zicheng and Lu Xia each accounted for four-tenths of the country, and the remaining 20% ​​were loyal fans of several supporting roles.

Seeing that the number of hands in the crowd is very few, the male number two said half-truth: "Zicheng, you are still good, and the fans call you the loudest."

Jiang Zicheng bared his eight teeth, and slid the topic briskly: "Well, it's just that my fans have a larger lung capacity. In fact, I am quite envious of you. The little girl who just called you'husband' is so affectionate. Real feeling; unlike me, fans call me "Sister Zicheng", calling me a bit of masculinity."

In fact, there are only a few clay sculpture powders, and Jiang Zicheng deliberately exaggerated them, preempting themselves to be black.

After everyone squeezed out of the crowd in embarrassment and waved goodbye to the fans, Jiang Zicheng took the time to propose: "By the way, everyone has nothing to do tonight? Let's work hard for a few months, and Hengdian will be bored with it. Why don't I invite you tonight? Everyone eat hot pot?"

Nothing can strengthen the relationship more than eating hot pot.

Everyone discussed it and they were all free, so they decided to gather at the entrance of Tianxin Hot Pot at 8 o'clock tonight, and then let the proprietress take them through the employee passage at the back into the private room and sneak into the village without shooting guns.

…

The assistants sent the artists back to their respective residences. Several others had their own houses. Only Jiang Zicheng lived in the dormitory of the artists miserably. Fortunately, Ricci Entertainment is very generous, and the dormitory for artists is in good condition (although the water pipe just burst last year), and the small apartment with fine decoration of 50 square meters can just meet the needs of his singles.

After Jiang Zicheng got home, he kicked his shoes and fell on the bed. He threw the large suitcase in the living room, and he didn't bother to take care of it.

Brothers Tony and Kevin helped him clean up the dusty floor and table, and took out a handful of suitcases and arranged them neatly.

Jiang Zicheng blushed, feeling like a vicious stepmother oppressing Cinderella, and said hurriedly: "You two don't toss, I'll just clean up by myself!"

tony: "No, you will never clean it up, you do it every time, it takes half a month to throw the suitcase on the ground!"

kevin: "You won't open the suitcase and plan out the dirty clothes until you join the group next time!"

…The word "planing" is really useful.

After all, this is Jiang Zicheng's family. The brothers are not familiar with the placement of many things, so they can only ask him where they are placed while packing them.

"Brother Jiang, the head of your electric toothbrush is going to be changed. Where is the new one?"

"In the cabinet behind the mirror."

"Brother Jiang, your sock is broken. Let me fix it for you. Where is the needle and thread?"

"Pumping under the TV cabinet...wait, can't I even afford a new pair of socks?!"

"Brother Jiang, let me put this box of condoms beside your bed."

"..." Jiang Zicheng sat up, "Don't let it go! Throw it away!"

Kevin looked at the whole box of condoms that hadn't been opened in his hand regretfully: "This is brand new. I brought it back from the Hengdian Hotel. It is several times more expensive than the supermarket."

Hey hey, who is this to blame.

tony: "I haven't used it, I threw the whole box away, it's too wasteful."

Jiang Zicheng said in air: "If you don’t throw the whole box away, do you have to unpack it and throw it away? If you encounter the kind of illegitimate fan who sneaks through the idol’s trash can, I find that I threw twelve unpacked ones in one go. Condom, what would she think of me?"

Tony pondered: "Um...she will be very proud of you, after all, her idol has a good kidney."

Jiang Zicheng blasted the brothers out of the room.

Of course, the box of condoms that they had brought back all the way was also thrown out.

What's the matter with the twin stupid sons of this landlord family? When they were more than a hundred line artists before, they didn't realize that they had the talent to complain. At the beginning, the former owner was really wrong about their positioning. They should have a stage for them, and then hundreds of spectators, and watch their passionate demolition performances live. The venues are absolutely full.

Jiang Zicheng lay back on the bed angrily, rolled up the big quilt into a bucket, and rushed in. He was another hero.

…

He slept until 7 o'clock in the evening and almost missed the hot pot game of his own group. He casually washed his face, put on a mask and hat, and took a taxi to Tianxin Hot Pot Restaurant.

The road was a bit jammed, but fortunately, I arrived at 8 o'clock in the end. The other actors had already arrived. Lu Xia was looking through the Dianping app with great interest, thinking about what to order in a while.

Seeing him coming, Lu Xia waved her hand excitedly: "Okay Zicheng, you can actually book a box in such a popular store? I originally wanted to come to eat during the Spring Festival, but when I waited for more than 100 tables, only I can eat something else."

It is less than three months since Tianxin Hotpot Restaurant officially opened, and the diners’ reviews have approached the three thousand mark. You should know that many of the top ten restaurants that can be included in the annual must-eat restaurant have only five or six thousand reviews in the past few years.

As one of the capital shareholders, Jiang Zicheng stood up and said: "This store was opened by my former owner. Seriously, if they hadn’t spent too much time in the entertainment industry, Hai O Lao wouldn’t be able to be it. The first hot pot restaurant in the country."

The group of people avoided the crowd of passengers at the front door and walked into the box along the staff passage.

The proprietress greeted him early. She treated Jiang Zicheng as her own child, and took his hand to look left and right: "I'm thin, so thin. I think your stomach lacks goose intestines, pig brains, duck blood, hairy belly, spicy beef."

Jiang Zicheng waved his hand proudly: "Well, the boss, please follow the menu to us! I brought all the actors from our crew today. Haven't you been thinking about taking more celebrity photos? Look at these. Is it enough?"

The proprietress turned a pair of beautiful eyes on the artist behind him, and asked in a low voice, "Why didn't ‘Who’ come?"

"...Who?"

"Just ‘the one’." The lady boss winked her eyes, "Your... ‘agent’."

Jiang Zicheng was confused: "You mean Brother Hu?"

The proprietress covered her mouth and smiled: "Still pretending to be in front of me. I'm talking about the tall, handsome, and good-bodied'agent' who shook his head and looked at him with a domineering look. ."

Damn, after going around such a big circle, it turned out to be Xie Beiwang.

The last time Jiang Zicheng brought a man, he said cheeky that he was his own manager, or after the variety show was broadcast, the lady boss knew Mr. Xie’s identity.

Jiang Zicheng pretended to be innocent: "Actually, I am not familiar with Mr. Xie."

"Well, it doesn't matter if you are unfamiliar," said the proprietress. "If you are unfamiliar, throw it back in the pot and rinse it off. It's all friends, and he won't despise you."

"..." Is this a kind of unfamiliarity? !

…

Everyone was seated in a lively manner, and the proprietress was really generous and gave them all the dishes on the menu. Because everyone is an entertainer and will join the group after a while, all the proprietresses specially served them a Mandarin duck pot, and the spicy pot half was adjusted slightly spicy. Even so, everyone was sweating profusely and was so addicted.

The meal was eaten from eight o'clock in the evening to the early morning. Everyone sang, danced, ate and drank in the box, and drank two dozens of beer alone.

As a hostess, Jiang Zicheng was naturally filled with alcohol by everyone. Every pore of Jiang Zicheng was filled with alcohol. When he looked at people with big eyes, he felt a vague drunkenness.

When they were full, everyone planned to leave.

The actresses pay attention to their image and go to the bathroom to fix their makeup. VIP private rooms like them have their own small toilets in the rooms, which pay attention to privacy and do not require VIP guests to show up and run outside. The small toilet has limited space, and Lu Xia can only wait outside.

As a result, I waited and waited and waited until the hot pot was cold, and a layer of caked oil appeared on the hot pot soup, and several actresses had not come out yet.

Lu Xia didn't touch up her makeup. She went to the bathroom in a hurry, reading her watch frequently: "Damn, are they going to touch up makeup or repair the sky?"

Seeing that she was anxious, Jiang Zicheng led her to the shared bathroom outside.

"There is a toilet next to the stairs on the first floor. Go there if you are in a hurry."

"Thanks Lao Jiang!"

Standing at the top of the stairs, Jiang Zicheng heard her stepping on her high heels and running down the stairs. Ten seconds later, she ran up again.

Jiang Zicheng felt that she was not as fast as she could pee while standing. "you…"

"Don't you or me, you come soon!" Lu Xia took him and ran to the first floor.

Jiang Zicheng drank too much alcohol, Mimi Zangzeng was dragged by her to run, and when the two ran to the shadow wall at the entrance of the hot pot restaurant, Jiang Zicheng's alcohol woke up.

"This, this..." Jiang Zicheng stood under the high shadow wall, raised his head, his neck bent backwards, and looked at the entire wall of photos in shock.

In such a short period of time, the proprietress has fulfilled her first wish, gathered a lot of celebrity photos, hung high on this wall. Under each group photo, "XX stars come to our store in X month" is written, and a hundred flowers bloom and it is very lively. Among the "flowers", the horizontal photo in the middle was expanded to half a person's height, framed firmly with a thick gold-rimmed photo frame, and hung in the most eye-catching place.

In the photo, Xie Beiwang and Jiang Zicheng are sitting next to the hot pot, looking at each other through the vast heat. The man leaned forward and stretched out his chopsticks to pick up dishes for the young man. The young man was full of joy, holding a bowl with a cute appearance.

A line of small characters under the photo—"Ricci Entertainment Group President Mr. Xie Beiwang and his artists came to our store"

Jiang Zicheng: "..."

Jiang Zicheng: "???"

Jiang Zicheng: "!!!"

Jiang Zicheng was angry: "What's the matter with the swelling! Why did I become a ‘subordinate artist’? The third-tier celebrities must have names too!"

Lu Xia: "...Is this the point? Didn't you keep saying that you and Mr. Xie are not acquainted? I just said, why did Mr. Xie suddenly appear on the crew during the New Year? You must say that he came to take Dabai back home. He obviously went to see you!"

"...He isn't, he doesn't." Jiang Zicheng guarded his shaky straight man's set. "He was on a business trip in Canberra at that time, and he would drop by to Hainan when he returned to China."

These words deceived himself. It's a private jet, not a private car. How can it be possible to change the route at will.

Jiang Zicheng stood under the photo with his head up. He didn't know whether it was drunk or other reasons. The more he watched, the more he felt hot all over his body. Because this photo is a snapshot, the two people's undefended attitude and movements are clearly recorded.

Jiang Zicheng thought in a daze, it turns out that they looked at each other with this look...

Lu Xia asked badly: "Why are you blushing?"

"The wine is over..."

"Oh? I thought it was the base situation."

"..."

Jiang Zicheng blushed and called the lady boss, desperately asking her to take down the picture.

The proprietress is naturally unwilling. This photo wall is the treasure of their store. There are so many photos of the artists on it. The treasure of the treasure is the photo of President Xie Beiwang and Xie, even the worthless entertainment industry giants. It's so much face-saving to eat in their store!

Jiang Zicheng scared her half-truth: "In fact, Mr. Xie has a small heart and a very bad temper. The boss took a secret photo of you. If you let him know, you will definitely say that you violated his portrait rights. Ritz can raise a floor of lawyers! If they do, we don’t even want to open a branch within a year!"

Upon hearing this, the lady boss was indeed bluffed by him, and hurriedly called to the staff to take down Mr. Xie's photo.

The photo stood nearly 1.5 meters tall, and the lady boss said heartily: "Put it in the warehouse...no, no, no, let’s take it outside and throw it away. I’m not firm and I’m looking at the warehouse every day. I’m afraid I can’t bear it. Live and hang up again."

Jiang Zicheng thought he must be fake wine! Otherwise, why would his body be out of control, and he actually stopped the proprietress and asked her to hand over the photo to him for "processing"...

…But what can he do?

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"Master, just park your car on the side of the road."

The taxi stopped slowly under the street light, the front passenger seat opened, Jiang Zicheng jumped down, went around to the back seat, bent down and got in, dragging out the giant picture frame inside.

Jiang Zicheng asked the proprietress to borrow a tablecloth, wrapped the photo frame, and wrapped the four corners of the photo frame with a rope so that he could drag the big frame of more than 20 kilograms home.

At this moment, he is not him, he is not Jiang Zicheng, he is the Yu Gong of Yishan, he is the little snail who moves the house, he wants to climb home step by step...

Jiang Zicheng dragged the big picture frame and wanted to throw the picture frame on the spot countless times, and countless times he thought that throwing such a large garbage outside was too much trouble for the sanitation workers. In the end, he still felt that it was better to work hard for him alone and benefit thousands of families.

He walked a full ten minutes from the gate of the community to the hundreds of meters downstairs of the apartment.

Fortunately, their community is a low-density high-end community, and now it's the latter half of the night, no one will see him sneaky.

When he finally walked downstairs, the sweat on his body was densely covered. He was so tired, he leaned against the photo to blow the air, trying to let the cold night wind blow away the heat on his face.

However, at this moment, an unexpected voice rang behind him.

"Jiangzicheng."

The dark gray woolen coat wrapped the upright body of the man, and the straight suit did not have a trace of wrinkles. Xie Beiwang walked out from the shade of the trees slowly, his leather shoes stepped on the floor tiles, and his voice was clear.

He also didn't know how long he had been in the cold wind, his hair was a little messy, but he still couldn't hide his handsomeness.

Jiang Zicheng looked at the man who shouldn't have been here, like a rabbit wading through mountains and rivers back home with a carrot in his mouth, and ended up in a wolf trap.

"Mr. Xie...Why are you here?"

Xie Beiwang's tone was light: "Nothing, I want to invite you to dinner after the meeting, but you didn't answer the phone, I want to come to your dormitory."

…I watched it for several hours at a glance?

Xie Beiwang said again: "Let's not talk about this. Jiang Zicheng," he frowned slightly, his eyes falling behind Jiang Zicheng, "Why did you bring my picture?"

Jiang Zicheng: "?????!!!"

He looked back abruptly-after dragging all the way, the tablecloth that was originally wrapped around the frame was frayed at a corner, and the tablecloth slid down the glass, revealing a small half of the photo. The dimly yellow road lantern covered the picture, adding a sense of ambiguity to the two people who looked at each other in the space.

When Tianxin Hotpot was still Tianxin Film and Television Company, the company had a limited budget and could not afford to hire professional photographers. 80% of the time was the owner’s guest taking pictures. Maybe girls had a natural sense of composition. She could shoot P, just press The shutter is very eye-catching. This photo is obviously a plain scene of eating hot pot, but in her viewfinder, it shows a different kind of tenderness.

Jiang Zicheng hurriedly said: "Mr. Xie, listen to my explanation!"

"Explain it." Xie Beiwang put his hands in his pockets, gestured lightly, "I won't listen."

"..."