I'm Afraid I'm Now a Salted Fish

An hour later, Chi Song's hands were sore.

But the crowd surrounding him didn't decrease, on the contrary, they became more and more surrounded.

It's human instinct to watch the excitement. Many people actually didn't know what was going on here before they squeezed in. After hearing people coming over, they knew that there was a star named Chi Song inside.

Many people actually don't even know who Chi Song is, but when they hear it, since he is a star, he should sign it, even if he doesn't need it, and post it online, maybe he can sell it for a good price.

Everyone had the mentality of plucking the wild goose, but it was hard for Chi Song, the bald goose.

On a hot day, Chi Song was wrapped in three layers inside and outside three layers in the center, and his back was sweating after signing the autograph, but he was born with a good temper. When others asked him to write a message, he would write it clearly stroke by stroke , and after signing, he will definitely pass it over with both hands and say "thank you" politely.

The only thing that makes him a little unhappy is that the food in the thermos bucket is going to be cold after he has been here for so long.

After another 15 minutes of signing, Chi Song's waist and knees couldn't take it anymore, and his right leg began to tremble slightly.

At this moment, a car drove over slowly, and when it drove near the crowd, the driver's window was rolled down.

Zhou Yaming's face resembling a Chinese teacher appeared in the car window.

She raised her voice and asked, "Chi Song, are you holding a signing event? Do you know what time it is?"

If Chi Song met his savior, he said "Ah?" pitifully.

Zhou Yaming got out of the car and said to the crowd: "I'm sorry, Chi Song still has a script seminar to attend tonight, and I'm here to pick him up."

After finishing speaking, she waved her hand calmly: "Are you still leaving?"

Chi Song knew that there were no seminars tonight, so she probably heard something and came to save her.

Considering that if he didn't leave, he might spend the whole night here, Chi Song stepped down from the donkey and was obediently led into the cart by her.

Before leaving, Chi Song said apologetically to those who had waited for a long time, "I'm sorry."

More than half of the onlookers actually didn't know who Chi Song was, but his attitude was really gentle and polite, and everyone didn't have any complaints, and waved goodbye to him happily.

An aunt held the autograph she had just obtained, and muttered, "Who is Chi Song? This name sounds familiar. Have you acted in any family drama?"

Chi Song shuddered, afraid that she would really recall it, and immediately slipped to the co-pilot with the thermos bucket in his hands, opened the car door and got in.

... so scary, slipped away.

Chi Song didn't feel his knee hurt until he sat down, and it was hard to bend.

Zhou Yaming turned the steering wheel and led him away from this place of right and wrong.

He stretched his right leg, moved it carefully, and said, "Thank you, Sister Yaming."

Zhou Yaming smiled but said nothing, and then a faint voice came from the rear seat: "...don't thank me?"

Chi Song was greatly frightened. Looking back, Song Zhihuai was quietly sitting directly behind the driver's seat, looking at him with a half-smile.

Zhou Yaming glanced at the rearview mirror and said to Song Zhihuai, "Thank you for allowing me to get off work early for so long."

Song Zhihuai touched the temples of the gold-rimmed glasses: "It should."

A quarter of an hour ago, Song Zhihuai was tired of approving documents. He went to the big French window of the office to look at the night scene, and accidentally found a crowd of people gathered in front of the office building.

This is the headquarters of Nebula Entertainment, and Song Zhihuai is no stranger to the fact that celebrities who come to the company for work are often chased and intercepted by fans.

Judging by the flow of people, it should be just some ordinary celebrity who was surrounded.

But standing on the top and looking down for a while, the more Song Zhihuai looked at the people surrounded, the more familiar they looked.

That dress... It seems to be what Chi Song often wears, right?

Song Zhihuai looked at it for a few more seconds, and then called out, and immediately contacted Zhou Yaming who was still at work, and asked her to save his little wife.

Zhou Yaming sent Song Zhihuai and Chi Song to the Song family villa.

During the period, she gently warned Chi Song: "In the future, don't just wear a mask and run outside. If someone finds out, you won't be able to get away if you don't pedal fast."

Chi Song touched his not-so-long legs, feeling pierced in his heart.

This is also the first time Chi Song realizes that he really doesn't seem to be the salted fish he used to be.

The car drove to the door of Song's villa.

The villa area here is quite quiet, and the security measures are extremely complete, which is very worthy of the price of every inch of land, and there is no need to worry about paparazzi guarding.

Zhou Yaming parked the car at the main entrance, and Chi Song poked his feet down, his knees straightened, and he shivered in pain.

Song Zhihuai got out of the car, walked quickly to the passenger seat, supported his knees, and hugged him horizontally.

Chi Song, who held back all the way and didn't dare to make eye contact with Song Zhihuai, immediately blushed: "You, don't..."

Song Zhihuai ordered: "Lie down and don't move around."

Chi Song lay flat stiffly, the muscles in the back of his neck were all stiff, the corner of his eyes quietly drifted towards Zhou Yaming, his small eyes were so nervous that they were so cute.

Zhou Yaming, however, had a normal look on his face: "Mr. Song, I have delivered the person."

Song Zhihuai said, "Today is your overtime pay."

Zhou Yaming smiled: "Thank you so much, Mr. Song."

After finishing speaking, she turned to Chi Song again, as if she hadn't seen Chi Song's ambiguous position at all, and said, "I'm leaving first. Chi Song, remember to be careful when you come out in the future."

After all, she drove away, hiding her achievements and fame.

Chi Song blushed and thought, Sister Yaming really deserves to be an old Jianghu.

While thinking, he squeezed the muscles in Song Zhihuai's arm, and reproached softly: "There was someone else just now! Why did you..."

Song Zhihuai said brazenly, "Didn't she leave?"

Chi Song was angry: "Don't do this in the future."

Song Zhihuai was amused: "What? When we get to the door, can't you hug my wife?"

Chi Song was angry and anxious: "...Here, isn't this still outside! We'll talk about it at home."

Song Zhihuai couldn't help but laugh: "Okay, okay, let's go home."

He turned around and said again: "...Daughter-in-law, put your arms around my neck."

Chi Song raised his eyes to look at him, his peach eyes were wide open, and "what are you doing again" was written all over his face.

Song Zhihuai explained with a smile: "I have to free up my hand to open the door."

Chi Song moved: "You put me down."

Song Zhihuai especially wanted to tease Chi Song today: "Don't let him go."

Chi Song also discovered Song Zhihuai's sinister intentions, twisted his waist, put the thermos bucket in his arms on his stomach, turned sideways, wrapped his arms around Song Zhihuai's neck, and buried his face like an ostrich After entering, he said in a low voice, "...I've got you in my arms. Open the door quickly."

Chi Song thought, anyway, Song Zhihuai is particularly bad today, it's better to follow him, lest he mess up again.

Song Zhihuai, however, was infatuated by Chi Song's reluctant but well-behaved little appearance, and he was full of thoughts about male robbers and female prostitutes, wishing to take Chi Song directly to the back courtyard and eat him on the rocking chair.

This bad brain supplement made him very excited when he swiped the door card, and he didn't open it after swiping it several times.

After a long time, Chi Song raised his face from his embrace, glanced at the card in Song Zhihuai's hand, and said in surprise: "Zhi Huai, that's a meal card for the company canteen."

The excited Mr. Song: "..."

Mr. Song also wanted face, so after being pointed out by Chi Song, he opened the door with a sullen breath, walked in, closed the door, and took Chi Song directly to the back garden.

The white-painted rocking chair in the back garden creaked for a while.

More than 40 minutes later, Mr. Song, who was full, went back to the house with his arms around Chi Song, who had drunk enough, and squeezed his legs and waist.

Chi Song lay listlessly on the bed, enjoying the horse killing chicken from Song Zhihuai, and the mentality that collapsed because he didn't wear a small umbrella quickly recovered.

Chi Song said aggrievedly: "This is not allowed in the future, Sister Yaming is still here."

Song Zhihuai put a plaster on Chi Song's knee: "In the future, don't ride a yellow cart to deliver meals to me, I'm afraid you will be taken advantage of by others."

Chi Song still felt a sense of unreality when it came to the matter of being surrounded for signatures today.

Chi Song acted when he was young, and he often ran into strange aunts who liked to pinch his little face, but being surrounded in the middle to sign and sign in was soft, and it was the first time he enjoyed such treatment.

Chi Song was a little worried, he lay on the sofa and asked Song Zhihuai: "I will miss you from now on, how can I see you?"

Song Zhihuai said without thinking, "I'll buy you a car."

After saying this, Song Zhihuai felt a sense of elation.

For nothing else, the few people in his circle of friends who knew about his relationship with Chi Song all thought that Song Zhihuai was taking care of a starlet without exception.

Song Zhihuai held his breath all the time, and in the end, his mentality almost collapsed.

He even hoped that Chi Song would take care of what he wanted, so that he would not be in vain for his reputation of being "nurtured".

Now that he can finally spend money on shopping for his daughter-in-law happily, Song Zhihuai feels extremely proud just thinking about it.

So he touched Chi Song's knee and asked cheerfully, "Buy a Daben? Or a Cayenne? What do you think of the new Porsche Cayenne recently?"

Chi Song thought it made sense.

He has always been a bit of a nerd, and has no hobby of shopping. The greatest joy in life is studying acting at home, because he was not popular before, and he didn't have much trouble when traveling. Even if there were any announcements, the company would pick them up, so that He has never had a proper means of transportation.

After careful consideration, Chi Song said, "Buy a Chang'an SUV."

Song Zhihuai: "..."

Chi Song said enthusiastically: "It's not attractive to drive, and it's cheap. I saw the advertisement on TV. It's [-] yuan, or [-] yuan?"

Song Zhihuai: "..."

Song Zhihuai suddenly felt a sense of sadness.

... He felt that it would be difficult for him to spend money for his wife in his life.

When Song Zhihuai was depressed, Chi Song's cell phone rang.

As soon as he saw the caller, Chi Song wasted three points, made a silent gesture to Song Zhihuai, and answered the phone.

He coughed lightly: "Mom?"

As soon as Song Zhihuai heard it, he knew that he had better be as quiet as a chicken, and don't make a sound, otherwise he would make things difficult for his mother-in-law.

He slowly rubbed Chi Song's waist, but Chi Song suddenly raised his voice and sat up: "Mom, don't cry, don't cry, what's wrong?"

Chi Song paused for a few seconds before asking in surprise: "...Meimei is going to give birth?"

Chi's mother's choked voice came from Chi Song's cell phone that was not on the radio: "...it was raining heavily outside, and there was a series of car accidents. Your brother and I were stuck on the road. Meimei was crying in pain, and her amniotic fluid broke. But there are still five or six kilometers away from the hospital, what should I do..."

Song Zhihuai thought for a while, then grabbed the phone: "...Auntie, I'm Song Zhihuai."

Before Chi Song had time to stop him, Song Zhihuai said, "Don't worry, listen to me. You just left the house not long ago, right?"

Mother Chi didn't care about it anymore: "Yes, yes."

Song Zhihuai asked, "How far is it from St. Mary's Hospital?"

Chi's mother paused for a moment: "Turn left at this intersection... But that is a private hospital, and Meimei has been undergoing examinations in public hospitals. Also, I went to this hospital to ask Meimei when she was just pregnant. The beds are already fully booked…”

Song Zhihuai made a decisive decision: "Go there. I'll contact my friend and get you a bed as soon as possible. You can send Meimei there."

After hanging up the phone, Song Zhihuai looked through a few numbers in his phone book and called them. After the second call, he reached the director of St. Mary's Hospital headquarters.

After telling the truth, Song Zhihuai hung up the phone and said to Chi Song: "Contact your mother and say it's settled. When you arrive at the hospital, just say that you are an acquaintance of President Qin, and you will have a seat."

Chi Song's palms were sweating, and while dialing Chi's mother, he asked, "How do you know..."

Song Zhihuai said: "When I was waiting for you, I walked around your house and wanted to buy something for the elder, but I saw a hospital nearby. I thought your sister-in-law was about to give birth, and I wanted to help, but I didn't see it. Go to your parents; when you come back, you'll be busy and forget about it."

With that said, he touched Chi Song's wet hair, and said in relief: "It's okay, don't worry, my husband will take care of it for you."