I earn merit in the entertainment industry

Zhou Jingyun said no more and returned to the same posture as when he got into the car, folding his arms and closing his eyes to rest.

He looked like he didn't want to pay attention to him.

Zhan Haiyang didn't want to ask for trouble, so he looked out the car window.

But he was surprised to find that the car was still heading back to the community where the company's dormitory was located.

Does Mr. Zhou also live nearby?

It wasn't until the car drove into another entry and exit gate of the community that he remembered what Jiang Bailin had said some time ago when he always ran to his dormitory.

The property security of the community where they live is good, and Mr. Zhou also lives in the same community as them.

It's just that he lives in the king's building with a large apartment.

We usually don't take the same way in and out, so we can't touch each other.

The car drove directly into the underground parking garage and stopped in front of the entrance to the eighth building.

When the two got off the bus, the driver asked if he needed to wait before taking Zhan Haiyang back to his dormitory.

Zhou Jingyun waved his hand towards him.

"In the same community, he is so powerful, just let him walk back by himself. You go back and rest first."

Zhan Haiyang stood nearby, not daring to make a sound.

What does it matter if you are cowardly in front of a boss who pays your own salary?

Zhou Jingyun probably turned on the heater in the room with his mobile phone before. When the elevator door opened on the tenth floor, the heater inside was already flowing in.

Zhou Jingyun pointed towards the sofa in the living room and said, "Sit down."

Zhan Haiyang sat over obediently.

It seems that he is the only one living in Zhou Jingyun's home.

The decoration style of the house is extremely warm.

Fabric sofas, warm yellow lights and large leafy green plants everywhere are seriously inconsistent with the image of its owner.

Zhan Haiyang looked at the house curiously, and Zhou Jingyun had already taken out a medicine box from the cabinet on the wall.

"There are iodine and cotton swabs inside. Apply it yourself and leave as soon as you're done."

He threw the medicine box on the coffee table, then walked to the tea table and poured himself a glass of water.

It was obvious that he was not prepared to entertain his guests.

Zhan Haiyang originally didn't dare to expect his boss to come over and help him apply the medicine.

At most, he was just worried that his wounds would be delayed if he didn't take care of them properly, so he just let him apply the medicine.

He took off his warm coat and looked down at his arms.

The sleeves of his shirt were covered in his coat and were still a little damp.

The wound seemed to be in good condition and no more bleeding occurred.

Zhan Haiyang skillfully took a cotton swab and dipped it in iodine. The medicine was applied without even frowning.

After packing the medicine box, Zhan Haiyang was ready to stand up and say goodbye.

Zhou Jingyun, who had already sat down on the sofa, nodded, "Just put the medicine box there. You can go back first."

Zhan Haiyang suddenly became confused when he saw that he wanted to kick him out immediately.

"Mr. Zhou, are you feeling sick to your stomach?"

Looking back, he realized that Zhou Jingyun had been protecting his stomach with his left hand intentionally or unintentionally since he was in the car just now.

His face has always been ugly.

He thought he had wet his shoes and pants, and his boss was unhappy.

Thinking about it this way, it must be a stomachache!

When Zhou Jingyun heard this, he raised his eyelids and glanced at him, but did not deny it.

But it's also a "none of your business" look.

Zhan Haiyang’s grandfather had stomach problems.

However, he is still a drunkard. Every time he drinks too much, he will get a stomachache. After the pain is gone, he will drink again.

Tonight, the Lin family's family banquet provided several kinds of wine and placed them on the dining table.

There are also waiters walking around holding wine and food trays at all times, making it convenient for guests to pick up wine at any time.

He met Zhou Jingyun when he went to get food, and saw that when he was talking to others, he kept holding a red wine glass in his hand.

I don’t know how much I drank.

"Boss, do you want me to help you get medicine?" Zhan Haiyang asked.

Stomach disease is a chronic disease, and people who suffer from stomach pain usually have medicine at home.

Zhou Jingyun did have a stomachache.

A few days ago, he went to the hospital to see a doctor and get medicine.

The doctor told him to have a gastrointestinal endoscopy when he had time.

But he was always busy and couldn't get out.

When he was living on campus in junior high school, he suffered from stomach problems because he often didn't eat according to meal times.

Later, I learned to drink from others in high school. Because I was young and didn’t know the severity, I once drank until my stomach bleeds.

When he first started his business, everyone envied him for having the Zhou family background to rely on.

In fact, when I first arrived in City A, didn't every business have to rely on him at the wine table to talk about the relationship after drinking?

Injuries add to injuries, and the stomach ailment is a constant companion.

After taking medicine a few days ago, I feel much better.

I probably drank some red wine on an empty stomach today, and the pain started again.

But it was precisely because of my stomachache that I didn’t want to deal with this little idiot.

Zhou Jingyun lowered his face and wanted to send the person away as soon as possible, "You can go back after applying the medicine and don't make any noise here."

"Boss, did you drink wine without eating anything last night?"

Unexpectedly, Zhan Haiyang was not afraid of him at all, and went straight to his kitchen shamelessly.

"Do you have rice at home? Let me cook some porridge for you."

Sometimes if your stomach feels uncomfortable, drinking some hot porridge will make it much better.

When asked by Zhan Haiyang, Zhou Jingyun remembered that he had indeed eaten nothing at night.

Lin Yuncheng pulled him away and refused to let him go, so some guests would always come up to talk to him.

He took the dinner plate to get some food in his spare time, but his mouth always got cold before he could eat it.

Later I heard that Lin Huasheng had brought Master Zhang back, and they followed him up to the second floor.

But when he looked at the back of the young man walking straight to the kitchen, he inexplicably remembered what he had done on the side of the road just now, when he stepped forward to hug a strange woman and pour cold water on her.

Is this person probably suffering from bad-hearted cancer?

Zhou Jingyun's face turned dark, "Can't you hear what I said? Why are you so annoying?"

The young man who had already walked into the kitchen didn't even look back and started looking through his cabinets.

However, it was obvious that even his cabinet was not going to cooperate.

After Zhan Haiyang opened several empty cabinets, he looked back in surprise.

"Boss, don't you usually eat?"

There was not only no food in Zhou Jingyun's kitchen cabinet, but also almost no tableware.

Fortunately, he finally found a pack of unopened instant noodles and a carton of eggs in the refrigerator.

The eggs were from the supermarket and had the date printed on them.

Like instant noodles, they are still within the shelf life.

Zhou Jingyun pressed his stomach, walked to the kitchen door, and stared at the thing in Zhan Haiyang's hand.

He struggled to recall that it must have been two weeks ago. He had a whim and wanted to cook noodles for himself, so he went to the supermarket to buy them.

As soon as he got home, he gave up again.

I threw everything into the refrigerator and ordered takeout.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say again that he would not eat, and to tell the Virgin White Lotus to leave quickly.

But the man had already pulled out a pot from nowhere with his hands and feet and started filling it with water.

He said in a nonchalant manner, "Boss, do you mind if I cook an extra pack? I'm hungry too."

Is this just trying to trick the boss?

Zhou Jingyun walked to the dining table angrily and sat down.

Suddenly remembering something, he raised his lips and smiled.

"Have Alan told you about Teacher Xie?"

Zhou Jingyun nodded, "Sister Lan said that Teacher Xie has coached many artists and is a very respected acting teacher."

The smile on Zhou Jingyun's lips became even wider.

"Yes, Teacher Xie is a very famous teacher among artists."