After getting married, the actor always wants to leave me a legacy

There seemed to be a touch of warmth on his hand, Tang Zong slightly opened his eyes in the morning light.

The hanging bottle is hung high, and the smell of medical alcohol in the bedroom is not very good.

The frowning look of the young man beside the bed came into his eyes.

It seems that Tang Zonghang's water is too cold.

The young man covered the back of his needle-pricked hand with one hand, and covered the infusion tube on his face with the other, trying to buffer it with body temperature.

That warmth also came from him.

The cold liquid entered the blood, it seemed that it was not so cold, and even the body became hot.

Tang Zong didn't want to make a sound and closed his eyes again.

Butler Nan didn't know where he went, only Zhang Zhuoye was guarding it.

Zhang Zhuoye quietly warmed the icy liquid, but he was actually talking to the system.

He met the family doctor this morning and found out that he came to give Tang Zong an injection to hang the water, only to find out that Tang Zong caught a cold and had a fever the next day after falling into the water.

But yesterday Zhang Zhuoye didn't know at all, and went out for a whole day. Thinking of Tang Zong's hoarse voice when he was talking in the living room last night, Zhang Zhuoye felt a little guilty, so he quickly took the housekeeper's job to take care of him.

After being No.1 in the airborne radio drama competition, after a night of deliberation, his popularity reached an unprecedented 4, more than all his previous popularity combined.

"Barrel, can I draw a lottery first, save the reward for me, don't fall out in front of people and scare people?"

[Of course, as long as it is from the system, it can temporarily help the host to keep it. 】

"Then help me spend all the 4 popularity points."

[Congratulations to the host for getting mustard-flavored energy drink x2, ginger-flavored energy drink x1, and garlic-flavored energy drink x1]

Another new flavor?What the hell is garlic?

The system considerately helps the host introduce new flavors.

[Ginger-flavored functional drink, efficacy: used for wind-cold fever, warming the lungs and relieving cough. 】

[Garlic-flavored functional drink, efficacy: relieve fatigue, anti-cancer and anti-aging. 】

"System, tell the truth, do you deal with the flavors that beverage companies can't sell? Every flavor is so weird?"

【How can it be!The functional drinks we have developed are indeed effective!Under the banner of functional drinks outside, ordinary companies that actually have no effect will definitely not be able to produce them. 】

"Then it really works for you?"

[Nonsense, how can you doubt something produced by the system! 】

Zhang Zhuoye's heart moved, he got up, turned around and ran.

After leaving the warmth in his hands, Tang Zong opened his eyes, the displeasure in his eyes flashed away, and he closed his eyes again.

Zhang Zhuoye came back in less than 10 minutes, swept around, and put the bottle he brought into the bottle warmer to heat it up.

Seeing that Tang Zong's lips were chapped, he moistened his lips with a cotton swab.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the cotton swab touched his lips, Tang Zong opened his eyes. He turned his head to avoid the cotton swab, "No need."

The cold seems to be getting worse, and his voice is hoarse than yesterday.

Zhang Zhuoye frowned, put down the cotton swab, "Wake up! Don't drink water, I have an exclusive recipe for colds, drink it and you'll get better soon, and it will be warm after a while."

The housekeeper told him that once Tang Zong had a fever, it would take a long time to heal. Tang Zong could try the ginger drink in his hand first, and see the healing effect by the way.

After looking around in the bedroom, seeing that there was nothing to do by himself, Zhang Zhuoye picked up the infusion tube again, and used his face to warm the water.

Tang Zong: "You must roll with your face?"

Zhang Zhuoye continued to cover the infusion tube on his face and rolled it back and forth, "Use both hands and face to increase the heated area."

"..." Tang Zong closed his eyes, "There's no need to do this. The night before yesterday I got up because I was not feeling well and couldn't sleep. I was sick before I went into the water. It's not your fault."

Tang Zong did cough when he came out of the water, as if he was not feeling well, but it definitely didn't reach the point of having a high fever.

Zhang Zhuoye glanced at him, but didn't expose him, and didn't intend to move his butt.

Seeing that Zhang Zhuoye hadn't left, Tang Zong's tense body relaxed, and his gaze swept to the booklet on the bed. The booklet changed its position, "You have read the script."

"En." Zhang Zhuoye nodded.

When he first came in, seeing Tang Zong was asleep, his eyes were glued to the brochure next to Tang Zong's pillow. It seemed that Tang Zong brought it back after leaving the appointment yesterday.

After flipping through two pages, I found out that it was a script, so I took a quick look at it with interest.

Tang Zong: "Then what do you think of this script?"

"One word, bad!" After Zhang Zhuoye flipped through the script, he lost interest.

"Oh? Would you like to hear more about it?" Tang Zong sat up and leaned against the cushion, wanting to hear what Zhang Zhuoye had to say.

"This drama is like a pieced together story, with a lot of popular elements stuffed in, but there is no point in the east and west, and I can't find the position until the end."

Although Zhang Zhuoye has never read the scripts of film and television dramas, he has read a lot of scripts of radio dramas. He can still tell whether the scripts are good or bad. It is a waste of time to read those worthless scripts.

"I have never seen such a bad script. The script has no logic, the plot has no beginning and no end, the lines are old-fashioned and embarrassing. The two rabbits eating radishes in front of the camera are more interesting than them, at least they won’t make people want to sleep.”

He said a lot, and criticized the script as worthless, and finally concluded, "It's worthless, it's a rush to book, I can't think of anyone who would be so bored to watch this kind of drama."

Tang Zong's face sank like water, and Zhang Zhuoye slightly mentioned that the script seemed to be given to Tang Zong by the heroine.

He was heartbroken, and added, "You told me to say it. Acting in this kind of thing is purely because I think I'm going to blame myself for being scolded."

After a long time, I heard Tang Zong say, "It's really too bad... I don't want to act."

Zhang Zhuoye was surprised, it turned out that the hostess found him such a job, no wonder he was in a bad mood.

Tang Zong's vision in selecting scripts is very high. Some investors only see that Tang Zong's performance is popular and he is a mascot, so they want to give him a bad movie to act in, and consume his fame to rub his popularity.

But in fact, behind the success of each of Tang Zong's dramas, most of them are inseparable from his vision in choosing scripts.

Give him a bad movie, no matter how popular he is, he won't be able to catch him, and his reputation will only be consumed.

The heroine's vision is poisonous. With Tang Zong around, no one will force her to take a bad movie, and rush herself to act, and drag Tang Zong to act with her.

Zhang Zhuoye: "If you don't want to act, just refuse. You see, you have the right to change the script. It's nothing to refuse one."

Tang Zong shook his head and remained silent.

Zhang Zhuoye peeked at him, "Is it difficult to refuse the invitation?"

Tang Zong remained silent.

Zhang Zhuoye's heart sank. The heroine's system really had a great impact on the marked targets. After Tang Zong took the heroine's script and came back, something went wrong, and he still wandered around the deep-water swimming pool in the middle of the night without sleeping.

Although Tang Zong said he didn't intend to jump into the swimming pool, Longjing bracelets called the police. It was obvious that his mental state was dangerous at that time. A thought is so fast, as long as he has an impulsive mind, he might jump directly.

Zhang Zhuoye was in a daze here, but there was a buzzing sound.

The phone next to the bed was set to vibrate and made a trembling sound.

Tang Zong's eyes moved, and he reached out to touch the phone.

Seeing the word "Hu Xingshan", Zhang Zhuoye's thoughts turned in an instant, his face immediately bloomed, and he raised his eyebrows and said with a light smile: "You are lying on the bed sickly, and your voice is hoarse, so you should rest well." , can I pick it up for you?"

"You——" Tang Zong stared at Zhang Zhuoye for a few seconds, then suddenly moved his hand away.

This is a tacit agreement to let him answer the female lead's phone call. Zhang Zhuoye rubbed his hands together and smiled with a gentle spring breeze, "Mr. Tang, you rest, I will definitely talk about it."

I couldn't wait to press the answer button, and a soft voice came from the phone.

"Brother Tang, have you read the script?"

Brother Tang is a good name, those who don't know think it is cousin.

Zhang Zhuoye thought to himself, but Nan Butler's serious voice said, "Miss Hu, hello, I'm Nanchun, the young master's housekeeper."

He was allowed to answer the phone for him, but he was not allowed to pretend to be Uncle Nan!Tang Zong opened his mouth to interrupt, but firmly covered his mouth with one hand.

Lips touched the tender palm, Tang Zong's pupils dilated, Zhang Zhuoye was slightly distracted, and Zhang Zhuoye continued to speak in Nan Butler's serious and rigid voice.

"...Butler Nan, hello, is Brother Tang there?" Unexpectedly, Tang Zong's private call would be answered by himself, Hu Xingshan hesitated for a moment, and immediately recovered.

"The young master is ill and just fell asleep after taking the medicine. Miss Hu can wait and call again, or if there is something urgent, you can also tell me."

Hu Shanshan: "Ah? Brother Tang is sick, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I don't know, can I visit Brother Tang?"

Still want to come?no way! !

Zhang Zhuoye focused his eyes, and continued: "There is no need to visit, my young master needs to rest."

After spit out the word resting, Hu Xingxing finally stopped.

"That's it." She was a little disappointed, "I remember he said that it would take a long time for him to recover from his illness. The housekeeper must take good care of Brother Tang."

"It's natural." Zhang Zhuoye said.

The hostess said a few words in a soft voice, and hung up the phone reluctantly.

"Wait, Ms. Hu, the young master brought back a script the day before yesterday. It's a play that Ms. Hu is going to accept. Do you want the young master to help me with the details?"

Hu Shanshan paused and didn't hang up the phone, "That's right, I——"

"Miss Hu, I heard that you have only entered the circle not long ago. I don't know about these situations. You are a friend of the young master. Let me remind you that this script must not be accepted! The country is now strictly regulating this aspect. It is not a big deal for you to be scolded in the future, but Don't ruin your future because of these!"

Zhang Zhuoye blocked Hu Xianshan's words, and spoke quickly and solemnly.

What?A few words without thinking made Hu Shan dazzled, are you serious?She suddenly had a cleverness.

laundering..money?

"That's all I've said, Miss Hu, think about it for yourself."

Hu Xingxian thought about the investment and lineup of this drama, as well as the script. It's not that she can't tell the script is good or bad, it's just that the high salary makes her eyes dazzled.

What's more, the investor promised that as long as she persuaded the actor to take over the show, the role would change from the third female to the first female.

She is a newcomer who has just debuted. With such a high salary, the more she thinks about it, the more wrong she is. Thinking of the few money laundering producers who have entered recently, none of the artists involved in money laundering film and television dramas have a good time.

Hu Xianshan finally made up his mind, dialed out the phone, and rejected the film.

On the other hand, Zhang Zhuoye hung up the phone and put the phone back beside Tang Zong as if nothing had happened.

Seeing Tang Zong staring at him, Zhang Zhuoye spread his hands, "I didn't say anything, if she knows anything, it's all her own thinking."

The author has something to say: I’ve been whipped, and twenty red envelopes will be given out today