The Ghostbuster and the Almighty Man

Chapter 203

The smile on the director's face froze.

"Director, Mr. Wei said he didn't want to film his private life, or reduce his private recording time?" Zheng Quzhi said tactfully.

The director can't help but look at the people who are ignored by him. Lin niansi introduced him to him. Recently, there has been a lot of black material. Because it can attract the audience and earn more traffic and heat together with Lin niansi, he agrees.

"Mr. Zheng and Mr. Wei know each other?" Asked the director.

"Well." Zheng Quzhi nodded conservatively, without saying too much about his relationship with Wei Yan.

Hearing his name and Zheng Quzhi put together, Wei Yan turned back and said to other people: "what he just said is what I want to say to the program group."

Words, go out. See Zheng Quzhi did not follow up, and can not help but frown: "you do not plan to eat?"

"Ah? Oh, oh Zheng Quzhi reacted and said hello to the director group, and then went to chase Wei Yan.

The director group who stayed in the room:.... "

Can't help, can only remove the camera and cameraman, so as not to offend the boss and break the contract.

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there is lunch in the hotel, but Wei Yan doesn't like the hotel set meal. Zheng Quzhi looks for a hot pot restaurant around the hotel and takes Wei Yan, who is full of reluctance, to have a hot pot meal.

Zheng Quzhi likes to eat hot pot in winter, which makes people feel warm. But Wei Yan didn't seem to think so. Looking at the boiling water in the pot was like watching a dangerous object that would attack at any time.

"You haven't eaten hot pot, have you?" Zheng Quzhi's eyes turned slightly, and suddenly looked up at Wei Yan and asked.

Wei Yan glanced at him, and was still expressionless and tightly pursed his lips. He said faintly, "I don't like to eat such food."

Finish saying, choke by hot gas, low cough a few.

Zheng Quzhi shook his head regretfully: "that's really a pity. It must be because you haven't eaten it, so I don't like it. When you eat it, you will love it."

Wei Yan is not sure about this.

He will compromise and follow in, which means he is willing to give Zheng Quzhi a try. It is useless to say more.

The order was quickly sent up by the waiter. Zheng Quzhi didn't feel much about the order. He put down some of his favorite things and asked Wei Yan, "what do you want to eat first?"

Wei Yan poured down the cabbage silently.

Zheng Quzhi:

Uncle Wei really can't do without cabbage anywhere.

It seems that ever since I taught Wei Yan how to cook, she said that she liked cabbage. Every time she went out to eat, Wei Yan would order cabbage???

Wait

Zheng Qu knows that the chrysanthemum is tight. He raises his eyes and looks at Wei Yan in a complicated way. He should not really have anything to him Unrealistic ideas?

Wei Yan raised her eyes just after putting the cabbage. Her voice was low and magnetic: "how?"

Zheng Quzhi lowered his eyes and held back his words. After a few seconds, he raised his head again and said, "nothing. It's just that I can eat hot pot with people like Mr. Wei. I feel a little flattered."

"Is that surprising?" Wei Yan looked at Zheng Quzhi, who was sitting lazily on the opposite side. In her dark eyes, she was quiet: "what should I do in the future?"

Zheng Quzhi immediately sat up straight: "mm-hmm?"

Boss, what are you going to do to me!!!

Wei Yan didn't speak. He bent his head and rolled up his sleeves to show his good-looking wrist. Another gust of hot air came, Wei Yan's face changed slightly, and he began to cough in a low voice.

Zheng Quzhi's eyes flashed slightly. He turned the pot in a direction and raised his chin toward the side of clear soup: "you eat this way."

"Why?" Hearing the speech, Wei Yan frowned. Why let him eat the other side? Dislike him? Isolate him?

"This is the mandarin duck pot." Zheng Quzhi dutifully explained to Wei Yan: "you can't eat spicy food, so you can't eat spicy food. I like spicy food, so eat spicy side."

"Mandarin duck pot?" Wei Yan raised her eyes and saw a dark color at the bottom of her eyes.

Zheng Quzhi nodded carelessly and quickly put the cabbage in Wei Yan's bowl, "dip in some sauce, it's delicious."

Said, he put a piece of cabbage in the hot soup that bubble, also ignore also very hot, bared teeth of the spicy cabbage half swallow half bite swallow down.

Wei Yan watched for a long time, and finally picked up his chopsticks to pick up the cabbage and bit it gently. It is different from ordinary dishes, mixed with strange flavor, not bad to eat, and not his favorite flavor.

On the other side, Zheng Quzhi has already picked up a potato chip and put it into Wei Yan's bowl. He squints and recommends: "of all the vegetarian dishes, I like this potato chip best. It's really delicious. You must eat it."

"Well." Wei Yan nodded, her face also took some idle and lazy, but the bottom of her eyes was very serious.

A hot pot meal was quite enjoyable, except for Wei Yan, who didn't touch the meat very much. When he came out of the hotpot shop, Zheng Quzhi was already a little overwhelmed. He took Wei Yan's shoulder in one hand and squinted and laughed: "it's been a long time since I was so happy to eat hot pot!"In fact, since the beginning of performing arts, many delicacies have been banned. Smoking, drinking and eating hot pot are absolutely not allowed. You can drink a few times occasionally, but eating hot pot is a big taboo.

Zheng Quzhi suddenly remembered something, and his eyes suddenly widened.

The reason why Lian Kan refuses to let him eat hot pot is that every time he eats hot pot, his face will swell the next day

Swollen face!

Face swelling!!

It's going to be a fuckin 'show tomorrow!!!

Aware of Zheng Quzhi's emotional change, Wei Yan turned his head: "what's the matter?"

"Wei Yan, did I eat too much just now?" Zheng Quzhi's voice is trembling slightly. If his face swells to record the program tomorrow, let alone liankan, he will kill him. He wants to crash into the wall!

The most terrifying thing is that the face swelling is only light, if there is still a long acne

Hearing this, Wei Yan lowered her head to think for a moment and nodded without hesitation: "well." In terms of Zheng Quzhi's past food intake, it has been several times more.

After a long silence, Zheng Quzhi sighed: "God's will! This God is deliberately against me, do not let me red His face was full of indignation, and he had completely forgotten that the man who died was himself.

Wei Yan didn't understand what he meant by this sentence. For Zheng Quzhi's sudden depression, he only understood it as a sudden emotion. Therefore, he didn't pay much attention to Zheng Quzhi's red lips after eating spicy food.

He moved his eyes, coughed low, and said solemnly, "it's late, go back."

Zheng Qu knew that he had moved his hand on Wei Yan's shoulder, and the warm feeling was gone. He only felt cold all over Wei Yan's side, and could not lift his spirit. He perfunctorily answered, "well."

Seeing Zheng Quzhi's appearance, Wei Yan pursed her lips and whispered in a bewitching voice: "it's not impossible for you to be red."