What if the bamboo horse grows into a monster? [Entertainment]

Since Zhang Zhimo moved into Lu Ye's apartment, he has always kept in mind his identity as a patient. He has not been delayed by his height and strong figure. He perfectly abides by the duty of a patient. ——Need to stick together with Lu Ye at all times.

When Lu Ye went downstairs to pick up a courier from the locker, he would receive a fatal phone call within 5 minutes, not to mention having dinner with friends, or drinking and going to nightclubs.

The point is that the male god Lu has no way to refute, because every reason for calling is very legitimate——

"Yezi, I accidentally knocked over the water glass, but I can't move my legs, and my clothes are wet... so uncomfortable."

"Yezi, my plaster is stuck in the gap of the coffee table. Can you help me when you come back later? Don't worry too much, but I'm a little worried about the dislocation of the bone."

"Yezi, someone knocked on the door just now. I don't know if the water bill is charged. What? Now you can scan the QR code with your mobile phone to pay? It may be a sales promotion. I will ignore it. By the way, when will you come back?"

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Lu Ye felt that Zhang Zhimo might be his karma in this world, and that the torture he was having now was the karma of "bullying" him when he was in school.

But facing Zhang Zhimo with long legs wrapped into a mummy, Lu Ye would remember how his leg was injured again, so he could only sigh, accept it, turn down all the entertainment, and at the same time simply give up online shopping.

Anyway, before "Escape", his schedule was very loose, and there were almost no announcements to run away. It's better to concentrate on studying the script at home. When the machine is turned on, Zhang Zhimo's leg injury should be almost healed, otherwise Zhang Zhimo's aunt's daughter The confinement should also be over...

Lu Ye "retired" at home for a few days. Except for Zhang Zhimo and the delivery boy, he didn't see anyone. He quietly read the script and lived a simple and fulfilling life.

The paper script that Lu Ye was holding still exuded the fragrance of ink, which was different from the e-book. , Da Ma leaned halfway on the back of the chair with a golden sword, a long injured leg stretched across the desk, taking up most of the space, and silently deleted the word "red sleeve" from his mind, where did such a big one come from? "Red sleeves" ah.

At this moment, the phone rang without warning, which startled Lu Ye. He picked up the phone, frowned slightly and then let go: "Brother Tao, okay, I see, I'm going over now...don't pick me up Alright," he subconsciously looked at Zhang Zhimo, "I'm not at home, I'm outside, just take a taxi there later, okay."

Zhang Zhimo asked, "Do you have a job?"

Lu Ye shook his head: "It's not work, our boss wants to see me."

Zhang Zhimo immediately thought too much: "It's not work, why does your boss want to see you?"

Lu Ye subconsciously answered Zhang Zhimo's questions: "It should be about the contract. My contract expires in half a year, and he may want to renew it with me."

Zhang Zhimo said "Oh" and asked, "Then do you want to renew the contract?"

Lu Ye shook his head, not hiding anything: "Li Xing's resources are all the same. I can't act in idol dramas for the rest of my life. After a few years, I will become an uncle, and I can basically retire."

Zhang Zhimo raised the corners of his lips, and looked past Lu Yebai's fair face. After so many years, he still looks like a high school student, but he lacks the domineering little bully of the past, and is more tender on the contrary, Zhang Zhimo Zhimo smiled sincerely: "I think you can."

Lu Ye waved his hand: "Come back in the afternoon." He couldn't help reminding him gently: "Be careful at home."

Zhang Zhimo made a reassuring gesture, and after Lu Ye left, he put away his gentle smiling face, landed neatly, took out his notebook to work, and even the broken leg was walking like flying, not at all as fragile as Lu Ye was when he was there.

When Lu Ye arrived at the company, Han Lu was already waiting in the office. Unlike the last time he discussed the terms of contract renewal with Lu Ye, Han Lu was all smiles, so friendly that Lu Ye's skin pimples rose.

Liu Shitao and Liu Shitao had expected well. Mr. Han verbally and enthusiastically kept Lu Ye, but the contract he gave was not considered generous. Lu Ye accepted the contract, but he already had a plan in mind. Lu Ye tactfully revealed his thoughts. Mr. Han But he thought he was not satisfied with the contract, implying that the terms could be renegotiated.

If Li Xing can give him enough freedom to choose the script, Lu Ye is naturally unwilling to run around and change jobs, but how much is this possibility? First Brother "Cheng Xian, Cheng Xian always seems to regard Lu Ye as an imaginary enemy, but today Lu Ye is not in the mood to argue with him, and after a few words of pleasantries, he forcibly ends the topic and returns to the apartment.

After all, there is a large dog at home that blows up if it doesn't come back after timeout.

Zhang Zhimo is recovering quite comfortably at Lu Ye's house, and he can see this person who has been afraid to approach him all the time, and he can also eat at the same table. Unfortunately, there is a fly in the ointment, the apartment allocated by Li Xing to Lu Ye actually has a guest room.

Moreover, the leg was injured, so it would not be too inconvenient to move. He could eat and take a bath by himself. Thinking of this, Zhang Zhimo regretted that the injured place was not his flexible hands.

But being raised by Lu Ye like this, even being a salted fish is pretty good.

"How was the talk?" Zhang Xianyu started the topic solemnly.

Since he was a student, Lu Ye has developed the habit of knowing everything about Zhang Zhimo. He happily summarized the conversation he had with Mr. Han, then rubbed his hair, and made a prediction about his future : "I should still leave Li Xing."

Putting hope on the company and giving him the full right to choose the script, no matter how you look at it, the hope is slim.

Zhang Zhimo looked at the two stupid hairs that Lu Ye had rubbed out for him, and stretched out a long leg: "Then do you want to sign a company, or open a studio?"

Lu Ye pinched his brows, imitating Zhang Zhimo in an unimpressive manner. He also put his legs on the table and stretched his waist. A little tiredness climbed up the corners of his eyes and brows, "Studio, free. But there are many resources in the studio. You have to make contact by yourself." He subconsciously wrinkled his facial features together and then loosened them, which made Zhang Zhimo want to pinch him, "Many relationships have to be maintained personally, and it's tiring."

"You want to play the role you like and not be influenced by the company?" Zhang Zhi moved his good leg to Lu Ye's leg quietly.

"Yeah." Lu Ye didn't notice Zhang Zhimo's small movements, and shook his long legs.

"Why don't you sign up for Zhimo Entertainment?" Zhang Zhimo teased him in a half-joking tone, looking at Lu Ye with a pair of deep eyes, his chiseled facial features were shattered by a gentle expression, looking handsome and mature, Lu Ye's heart beat wildly A beat.

Lu Ye stayed for two seconds, as if someone had pressed the pause button. When he realized it, he couldn't help staring at Zhang Zhimo's tough hair and cursing: Zhang Zhimo, you have big curly hair.

Lu Ye coughed lightly, and pretended to retract his leg, to cover up his gaffe just now: "Stop teasing me, isn't your company referring to investment, don't you just sign me as an artist and set up a department for me?"

After hearing him finish talking like a cannonball, Zhang Zhimo just chuckled: "Who said it's not possible?" Seeing Lu Ye's stern and cowardly look, he was in a good mood.