President's offensive and defensive battle

At the end of June, "Spring Cute Girl's Heart" was finished.As the only producer of the show, Wu Xie was invited to attend the show's wrap-up banquet.Since the completion of the TV series is far less explosive than the movie, it is just a few main creators sitting together to eat, eat and sing, which can be regarded as a carnival after long hours of intensive work.

During the banquet, as the big boss, Wu Xie was inevitably toasted in various ways, and when he arrived at the KTV, he ordered beer refills.It is rare for a few young artists to be so close to their immediate superiors, so they will inevitably compete to perform, hoping that once they are "favored", they can also hug their thighs and shoot movies like Xie Yuchen.

It's not that Wu Xie doesn't know the minds of these little stars, and they want to reach the sky in one step with a pretty face, and they don't look at whether their expectations are directly proportional to their efforts.Outsiders think they are superior and glamorous, but when you really stand in this circle, you will find that there are dirty things everywhere.

Wu Xie sat in a corner with a cigarette in his mouth, and did not refuse those people's overtures. Drunk into his heart, thinking of his hopeless unrequited love, he even thought a little bit angrily: Look, some people hate me.

Slowly, Wu Xie finally got drunk.

Seeing this, Wang Meng immediately squeezed to his side, tried his best to resist all opinions, took him out of the private room under the staring eyes of those big stars, helped him to sit on the stairs at the door, and then went to drive by himself.

Wu Xie sat at the gate of the KTV, leaning against a stone pillar. The summer night was hot and humid, with the occasional breeze but it was not cool at all.

"Mr. Wu?" A suspicious voice came from behind, Wu Xie turned his head with great effort, and it turned out to be Zhang Qiling.

Wu Xie stared at Zhang Qiling for a while, then reached out and pinched his calf, and then said to himself: "It doesn't hurt, it really is a dream."

Zhang Qi Ling:"……"

Wu Xie leaned back against the big pillar, and hugged it tightly with her arms.

Zhang Qiling looked around and asked, "Is no one with you?"

Wu Xie shook his head carelessly.

"Where do you live? I'll see you off." Zhang Qiling knelt down and asked.

Wu Xie looked at him, then vomited "Wow"...

"..."

Is it too late for him to pretend he didn't see this person?

Obviously it's too late, because Wu Xie has already started to drink crazy.

"Zhang——Q——Ling——! Are you fucking blind...why do you look down on the young master!? Fuck me! You are so bored and still imitate someone's unrequited love! You boring gourd! Poor oil bottle! Poor balls!" Wu Xie grabbed Zhang Qiling's trouser legs and started shouting. Fortunately, it is common to be drunk and crazy at the entrance of the KTV, but no one was curious to watch.

Zhang Qiling was afraid that he would be recognized if he continued to yell like this, so he bent down and carried the person on his shoulders, regardless of whether he was hurt by the stomach or not, and walked towards the parking lot with strides.

However, just 5 minutes after Zhang Qiling left, Wang Meng finally arrived late in his car...

"Boss! My car was scratched! I've been looking for it for a long time... Eh? Boss? Boss! Oh my god! Where have you been, boss?!"

At the same time, Zhang Qiling drove Wu Xie back to his home.It's not that he doesn't want to ask where Wu Xie lives, but that Wu Xie will vomit as soon as he asks this question...

Coincidentally, the owner of that KTV is the son of Zhang Dahai's old friend, and Zhang Qiling's visit this time is to give something at the order of the "Supreme Emperor".Unexpectedly, the things were sent out, but a big living person was picked up again.

Zhang Qiling's private apartment is in the center of the city, a top-notch property, the kind where you have to swipe your card to enter the community.The security guard at the gate knew Zhang Qiling, and when he saw him dragging a drunkard, he asked if he needed help.

"Can you stop the car for me later?" Zhang Qiling said.

"No problem!" The little security guard blushed, simple and kind.

"Thank you." Zhang Qiling opened the car door for him to sit in, and smiled politely at him.

The little security guard got into the car foolishly, then touched the seat foolishly, and finally smiled foolishly at Zhang Qiling: "Hey, this car is awesome!"

Zhang Qiling drove the car downstairs to his house, then pulled Wu Xie down, and said to the little security guard, "Please."

The little security guard sat in the driver's cab and gave him an OK gesture: "Leave it to me!"

Wu Xie also made an OK gesture while hanging on Zhang Qiling: "I leave it to you!"

Zhang Qiling dragged Wu Xie upstairs.

The little security guard drives a luxury car happily.

The elevator slowly went up, and Wu Xie sat on the ground with his legs limp, facing the elevator wall, muttering to his reflection, not knowing what he was talking about.

"Stand still." Zhang Qiling felt that he couldn't help but say a few more words every time he was with Wu Xie.

"No!" Wu Xie sat cross-legged on the ground and said drunkenly, "You carry me on your back..."

Zhang Qiling had a headache.

The elevator stopped on the 17th floor, and Zhang Qiling picked up Wu Xie and walked home, his movements were a little rough.Wu Xie rushed down, yelled, struggled, and took the opportunity to pat Zhang Qiling's ass...

Feeling that his temper that had been suppressed for many years was about to collapse, Zhang Qiling quickened his pace and walked to the door of the house, took out the key and opened the door in one go, and threw Wu Xie on the sofa without changing his shoes when he entered the house!

"Ah!" Wu Xie yelled exaggeratedly, and then said with a smile: "It's so fun~"

Zhang Qiling resisted the urge to wake him up with cold water.

There was a special hangover soup prescribed by an old Chinese doctor in the refrigerator. Zhang Qiling poured a bowl and put it in the microwave to heat it up. Wu Xie lay on the sofa alone and sang "How are you, big brother?"...

With a crisp "ding", Zhang Qiling brought the hangover soup to Wu Xie with a dark face: "Drink."

Wu Xie looked at him, leaned over to smell it, and then yelled: "Hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot..."

Zhang Qiling turned around and went to the kitchen to take another bowl and pour it back and forth, then walked back and said, "It's not hot anymore."

Wu Xie obediently took a sip, gurgled in his mouth, and then spit it out.

"I brushed my teeth well!" Wu Xie raised her face and begged for praise.

Zhang Qiling's hand holding the bowl had a small vein, and the soup bowl shattered...

Wu Xie was stunned.

"Sit down." Zhang Qiling said coldly.

Wu Xie did so.

"I'm going to heat another bowl, don't move until then." Zhang Qiling said.

Wu Xie nodded ten times.

Zhang Qiling turned around and walked into the kitchen, feeling a little tired suddenly while waiting for the heating.

At this time, a pair of hands touched his waist, and slowly hugged him from behind, Wu Xie whispered in his ear, "Hey, do you really not consider being with me?"

Zhang Qiling turned around calmly, picked up the cold hangover soup behind him and poured it directly into his mouth: "I don't think about it."

Wu Xie choked a mouthful of soup into his nose and coughed for a long time before recovering.

"I rely on Zhang Qiling! Have you ever treated a drunk person like this?!"

"you're drunk?"

"Uh……"