Breeding Manual of Cat Movie King

The person involved, Qiao Ze, the legendary Mrs. Zemu, said that all this was a misunderstanding.

He, a straight man who is straighter than a flagpole, is very afraid of writing fanfiction about men and women.

In the beginning, he was doing breaking news. After two or three years in the entertainment industry, he thought he understood it thoroughly, and it would be no problem to break some news to the people who eat melons.

Unexpectedly, none of the rumors he released was lost, and the whole army was wiped out: either there was already a marketing account that went viral, or the official refuted the rumors as fake melons, in short, it was a failure.

Until one day someone commented "This breaking news story is well written, go write it./狗头".

From then on, Qiao Ze opened the door to the new world with his own hands, and regretted it too much.

The first article won the best newcomer award in the cp circle, "The Crane in the Cloud" created a new dimension and became the pinnacle, and the follow-up "Dawn" was worshiped as a god by the fan circle.

Qiao Ze has complicated emotions. On the one hand, his literary talent that has been hidden for many years has finally been discovered by everyone, and he is deeply moved; on the other hand——

I am so fucking straight.

Every time he sees the comment area screaming and calling him "wife", he can always feel a sense of tragedy similar to "women's clothing forced to make a living".

But the torment of the wallet has always overcome the torment of the heart, and he still embarked on the road of no return by selling calligraphy for a living.

Only when he really has no money, he will accept the manuscript, such as now——

Qiao Ze opened the private message, automatically skipped the rainbow farts and reminders from various fans, and clicked on the message of "Zhomu Appointment Assistant".

[Sister, Baiheng's family has a new manuscript, three hundred words, and can be discussed, can you accept it? ]

[Sister, whether the He Sen family can pick it up or not, they have been strongly demanding to continue writing about the earrings from last time. ]

[Sister, where have you been? Call back, everyone is waiting for you/Love. ]

Seeing the word He Sen, Qiao Ze felt a headache.

Regarding the earrings, it's a complete oolong.

Once, he was playing a role in a big production crew, and he accidentally caught a glimpse of the earrings worn by the male protagonist. He thought they looked pretty good, and he remembered them at the time, and wrote them out by the way when he wrote the article.

Didn't expect He Sen to have these earrings, and even wore them to the gala party?

Then there was the title of the so-called "Mrs. Prophet".

He rubbed his eyebrows and typed:

[Call me sister again and I will block you. ]

The little assistant reacted quickly and almost jumped up:

[Okay sister! !You are here! !Woohoo, we waited so hard. /tears/tears]

[Sister hasn’t been online for a long time, is the third dimension busy? /give a kiss/give a kiss]

Qiao Ze was lying on the bed, holding his mobile phone and going straight to the topic:

[What are there? ]

Two seconds later, a long picture was sent from the other side. The top [-] cps in the entertainment industry are basically in it. Besides, there are some unpopular cps in the arctic circle.

Qiao Ze took it for granted and typed naturally:

[Sort by price in descending order. ]

The little assistant responded quickly:

[The highest bidder is Baihe, three hundred for a thousand words, accept? ]

This cp has always been famous for its trenches, and it is Qiao Zetong's largest sponsor in his humanistic career.

Thinking of today's hot search, Qiao Ze couldn't help being a little curious, and made a rare digression.

[Is Bai Heng's car accident true or false? ]

The little assistant was surprised, would Zemu care about this?

People in the circle thought that Zemu must be a CP star fanatic who wrote so many articles, but only she knew that although Zemu had fed countless sweet sisters who were waiting to be fed, she never asked about anything in the entertainment industry and Melon, I don't even have a favorite star or cp.

It's really strange that a person who writes so sweetly doesn't like CP and doesn't mix with fans.

[! !Greatly interested? ]

The little assistant was full of energy immediately, and sent a large text after a while.

[The car accident should be fake. This rumor spread because some fans who visited the set took photos of two cars colliding, but later the studio and the crew both clarified that it was not the car Bai Heng was in, and Bai Heng’s voyage abroad was also found out. , he should have really left the country. ]

Qiao chose to nod.

It is true.

But something always feels wrong.

He didn't think about it, and asked about the manuscript request.

[There is no big requirement, the setting of the entertainment industry, as long as the character setting is not ooc, try to be true. ]

Posted a blog after that.

"Update the article tomorrow. The manuscript is from @白鹤cp投资汽车."

As soon as it was posted, there were hundreds of comments below.

[Ah, it’s my house, I have food, I have food, I haven’t seen you for a long time, thank you! ! /love/love]

[Oh my god, I read that right, it's Mrs. Zemu, my God! ! ]

[Wuwu why isn't it my home, why is it my turn to have a luxurious big villa. ]

[Don’t think about doing another one, the price can be whatever you want, Kangkang, let’s refer to Lian Xin. ]

[Madam finally remember your Weibo password? /crying/crying]

[Finally waiting for you, luckily I didn’t give up/sad]

Qiao Ze read a few at random, and picked out important comments to reply:

"I've been busy recently, so I won't pick up for now."

He thought about it, deleted a few words, and changed it to "No answer/Love."

That's how girls should talk, right?

After replying to the message, he switched accounts and changed to his own tuba.

The tuba is his own name, Qiao Ze.

The large size has hundreds of fans, and the small size has millions of fans.

There were a dozen or so private messages, four or five of which were sent by the official Weibo.

However, it was precisely because of the lack of fans that Qiao Ze was able to stay clean. He usually posted some trivial things about his life on it, and it was completely used as a toolbox for private tree holes and photo storage.

Qiao Ze turned on the computer and started writing.

The due date is relatively tight, so I have to write it out quickly.

It hurts, but I still have to write.

Qiao Ze really couldn't figure out how those perfectly normal movements and words, such as hooking shoulders and leaning back, or whispering in one's ear, fell into the eyes of girls and turned into a self-contained "love cycle" "Fingering and swearing" bgm, with a picture of little pink hearts?

Qiao Ze shook his head in doubt while writing.

This time it was a short story, I didn't need to write an outline, I started writing directly, and I finished [-] words in half an hour.

Just finished writing a plot point, suddenly the wind blew the curtains, followed by heavy rain, smashing on the glass windows, mixed with the sound of the wind, making the sound frightening.

The turn of spring and summer in the south is the season of frequent rainy seasons. One second the sky is clear and the sun is high, and the next second it is pouring downpours.

Qiao Ze walked over and closed the doors and windows tightly. The waterproofing of the house is not very good. When the rain is a little heavier, the walls will start to seep.

After closing the door, Qiao Ze sat back in front of the computer and started typing, when suddenly he heard a very small voice.

"Boom."

"Boom."

"Boom."

It was like the sound of small stones hitting the door.

Qiao Ze stopped typing and listened carefully, and the knocking sound disappeared again.

Auditory hallucinations?

He continued to type, and the voice appeared again just after typing two words.

"Dong dong."

"Dong dong dong."

Not auditory hallucinations.

Such heavy rain, who could it be?

Qiao Ze stood up and rushed out of the door curiously: "Who is it?"

However, when Qiao Ze went to open the door——

Empty.

Only the sound of the wind echoed in the cold stairwell.

At this moment, there was an untimely cry.

"Meow~~"

Qiao Ze lowered his head stiffly and slowly, squatting at his feet was a puppet cat, which was the one downstairs just now.

There is still a small stone at the cat's feet. It is estimated that the kitten knocked on the door just now with this stone in its mouth.

The puppet cat was completely soaked, the fur on its body was wrinkled into a ball, and it was still dripping down, and there was a puddle of water stains at its feet. It might be because of the cold, the whole cat was still trembling slightly. Keep your head down and curl yourself into a ball.

The moment Qiao Ze saw the cat, he was surprised at first, and then felt very distressed. He quickly brought the cat in and took the hair dryer to blow the cat's fur.

There is no place to shelter the rain downstairs, and the drainage facilities are not well done. When it rains, the water rushes up the steps and merges into a small pool. The stray cats downstairs will run a few times when they see that it is raining. Take shelter from the rain in the security room with a canopy.

But this cat is new here, so he probably doesn't know anything, so he just stood downstairs and drenched for a long time.

Qiao Ze took out the comb, combed the cat, and blown it with the hair dryer.

The cat seemed to be very resistant to the hot air of the hair dryer, and kept retreating. The closer Qiao Ze was to him, the more it resisted.

Qiao Ze grabbed the cat and held it in his arms, holding it still: "Don't move, it will be fine soon, be good."

While blowing the cat's hair, he asked curiously, "Hey, how did you find it?"

It's just that there was a relationship downstairs, and I didn't follow me upstairs, and I didn't tell it where it lived, but I was able to knock on the door and find myself.

Qiao Ze smoothed a bunch of hair: "Is it telepathy, huh?"

While hiding from Qiao Ze's hand, Bai Heng was hehe in his heart.

The number 304 on the key in Qiao Ze's hand dangled in front of his eyes for 10 minutes.

Qiao Ze didn't know that he had been labeled as caring for the mentally retarded by the white cat in front of him. After drying the cat, he picked it up and looked at it with satisfaction: "Okay, you can play by yourself for a while. Dad has something else to do, so I won't accompany you." is you."

???

dad?

The film king Bai, who was chased by 6000 million fans and called him dad, looked at Qiao Ze with cat eyes in disbelief.

Qiao Ze didn't notice the sinister eyes of the white cat, put the cat down, sat back in front of the computer, and continued to work.

Bai Heng looked at the person in front of the computer and narrowed his eyes.

The immediate priority is to find Lu Wen first, and then find a solution.

Bai Heng's eyes fell on the mobile phone on the computer desk.

After Qiao Ze finished typing a paragraph, he stopped typing and shook his head, lamenting his strong mental capacity.

CP fans must have r18, he is a straight man, and wrote a [-]-character bed scene about two boys in poses without repetition.

Fortunately, he is used to it, and reading these words is not as hot as it was at first.

Just as he was about to turn off the computer, the white cat jumped up suddenly.

Qiao Ze looked down at the white cat that had jumped on him, and reached out to hold it in his arms, but was slapped away mercilessly by the white cat, turned around and jumped onto the table.

Bai Heng turned his head, his face was facing the computer screen, and when he saw the screen for the first time, his body became stiff.

In the Word document, myself and Jiang He, naked and showing beautiful muscle curves, were rolling up and down in the bathtub, while Jiang He was lying under him, panting and calling for his brother.

Qiao Ze looked at the cat's eyes staring at the computer, and thought that his writing was useless. The cat was attracted. He stretched out his hand to pick up the cat, brought it close to the screen, and said, "Good writing!" Well, I wrote it all."