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The author has something to say: Zhou Yichao: My wife will button me, and my wife will make me a cake (idiot laughs)

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"You have to be thinner to look good on camera."

"It's best not to eat sugar in the near future."

"The schedule is very busy. I bought you a small vegetable sandwich. There is a filming tomorrow so don't eat at night."

"Turn your face sideways, and the makeup artist will come and touch up your makeup."

"Sure enough, the outline is very beautiful."

Zhou Yichao stepped on the high stool with his long legs, staring intently at the fried golden chicken tenderloin being pulled out of the pan, and the portion was added to the vegetable roll squeezed with tomato sauce.

Ye Xi lived there for a few days, and the number on the scale went up by 2.5 catties.

Zhou Yichao put on the disposable gloves, lowered his head and took a bite of the crispy one, and couldn't help but think——

This is probably the so-called happy fat.

There are not many celebrities who share their weight with fans in the entire entertainment industry.

Zhou Yichao is just one of them.

Following the explosive speech in the personal interview, Zhou Yichao's weight once again rushed to the top of the hot search list.

When the agent called, Zhou Yichao had crossed his long legs and was holding a marker pen hanging in the air——

"Hey... um, I see... I know what's going on... I was busy reading the script, so I hung up."

The phone was thrown aside, Zhou Yichao raised the "script" on his lap, and finally made a decision.

"I'm going to eat this tonight."

The color picture of tamales in the blue marker pen circle, Ye Xi turned around and went to the refrigerator to dig out the ingredients.

"Do you want to film?"

Zhou Yichao stared at Ye Xi's busy back, closed the recipe on his lap and put it on the coffee table.

"Enter the group in four days."

Ever since Zhou Yichao ordered a time-consuming dish, the knife in Ye Xi's hand has not stopped for a moment.

Zhou Yichao picked up the real script on the side, twirling the scrolled pages with his fingers, and asked casually——

"Aren't you going to persuade me?"

Ye Xi processed the ingredients in his hand without looking back, and said in response——

"Don't you know it in your heart?"

The corners of Zhou Yichao's lips curled up, and he changed to a red water-based pen to remark on the script.

Ye Xi put the ingredients in the steamer, turned around and proposed to Zhou Yichao who was on the sofa——

"Let's eat multigrain rice tonight."

Zhou Yichao wrote on the script with a pen in his hand, and nodded slowly.

"Ah."

In the end, Zhou Yichao gained 0.5 jins and joined the filming group. Ye Xi remitted the debts one by one as agreed, and received two messages from Zhou Yichao.

been trained.

In the picture sent by him, on the left is the manager, and on the right is the director behind the camera. Zhou Yichao is wearing a military overcoat, his nose and ears are red from the cold, and he is pitifully caught in the middle.

Ye Xi looked down at the half piece of braised pork in the bowl, moved his finger and pressed the camera button.

In the following three days, Zhou Yichao did not send another message to Ye Xi.

Zhou Yichao took over the filming of the movie this time, mainly playing the boyhood of the hero.

On the day of the finale, Ye Xi, who was having breakfast at Zhou Yichao's house, blinked in confusion at the manager who suddenly appeared. When he was escorted into the car, Ye Xi still had half a piece of toast smeared with jam in his mouth.

Must be revenge for that bowl of braised pork.

Ye Xi, who puffed up his cheeks and chewed slowly, thought so.

Zhou Yichao was standing downstairs in the dilapidated old building in his school uniform from the period of the Republic of China. He raised his head and looked stubbornly at the open window on the third floor. Obsession and pain were intertwined in his eyes. The pouring rain turned into a fine net, trapping The people who were tortured were covered in bruises.

The director stood up from his chair and shouted "Cut!", and the staff around Zhou Yichao immediately delivered blankets.

Zhou Yichao took the finale bouquet handed by the staff, bowed with his wet hair, and thanked all the staff and the director.

A pass without a doubt.

After Zhou Yichao got into the car, he immediately stopped laughing and switched to trembling mode, muttering "It's so cold" while quickly taking off his soaked costume.

The fabric of the costume became abnormally heavy after absorbing water. Ye Xi turned his head and stretched out his hands, took the upper and lower clothes and put them in the bag, covered Zhou Yichao's dripping head with a dry towel, and rubbed it lightly and gently. kneaded.

The shivering person, who was still too cold just now, stopped immediately, stopped all the movements at hand, and moved his head closer to him again.

Ye Xi glanced at the agent in front of him who was on the phone, and raised his hand to wipe Zhou Yichao's hair half dry.

Zhou Yichao's chest and abdomen muscles and beautiful mermaid lines were exposed by the shirt that was concealed. Even if he had stopped, the other party had no intention of self-reliance.

The atmosphere in the back seat was too ambiguous, Ye Xi touched his palms with his index fingers, just wanting to be an ostrich with his head buried in the soft feathers to avoid the questions thrown by the other party.

But Zhou Yichao had just been drenched in a heavy rain on a cold and windy winter day, and he was deliberately awkward not wearing his clothes in the car.

Although the car is full of warm air, it is not impossible to catch a cold in this way.

Ye Xi bit her upper and lower lips, finally lowered her head in compromise, and curled up her fingers to help Zhou Yichao fasten the buttons of his shirt.

After completely sealing the alluring scenery inside, Ye Xi took a warm baby from the bag beside him and threw it into Zhou Yichao's arms.

"...The scene just now was great...Congratulations on finishing it."

Zhou Yichao looked at the obviously flushed neck of the other party, and hooked the corners of his lips happily.

"No other indication?"

The manager in the front seat was still on the phone, Ye Xi stretched out his fingertips, and quickly wrote cake on the middle seat.

Zhou Yichao stretched his arms sideways and put on half of the windbreaker jacket to block the front seat manager's view of the rearview mirror, and only made mouth gestures to Ye Xi without making a sound.

— Ordered?

— ordered.

Zhou Yichao put on the other half of the windbreaker, looking thoughtfully at the little rabbit who quickly turned his head away.

Upon hearing the news that Zhou Yichao's new play had finished, the reporters immediately swarmed around Zhou Yichao's nanny car—

"May I ask what is the relationship between Zhou Yichao and Ye Xi?"

"Are the two of you dating now?"

"Was Zhou Yichao's weight gain soaring before joining the group affected by love?"

"Please answer!"

Zhou Yichao flexed his fingers slightly, picked some pure music from the music player, stuffed both earphones into Ye Xi's ears, and said "Let's go" to the manager who hung up the phone in the front seat.

The black car opposite the nanny's car started its engine and quickly drove away from the troubled place.

Ye Xi glanced back at the noisy underground parking lot, and his gaze passed over Zhou Yichao's serious side face and landed on the phone screen in the palm of his hand. The bent index finger knuckles stayed above the title of the song, but he still couldn't press it completely. .

The emotions floating in mid-air are not up and down, like a cola that has run out of gas, sweet and bitter.

The air was filled with the sweet smell of baking, Zhou Yichao raised the corners of his lips, flicked off his shoes and rushed to the kitchen as fast as possible——

Ye Xi, who entered the door behind Zhou Yichao, suddenly widened his eyes when he smelled the scent, and hurriedly chased after him, trying to block Zhou Yichao's sight.

The batter-stained whisk in the sink, the empty cream bag on the kitchen counter, the broken egg shells in the trash can, and the molds that haven’t been cleaned in time...

Zhou Yichao raised his eyebrows at Ye Xi in front of him, and let out a meaningful "Oh".

exposed.

The redness on the neck immediately spread to the cheeks, Ye Xi left the homemade cake, turned around and left on the kitchen counter.

"Won't you listen to my evaluation?"

Zhou Yichao sat down in front of the kitchen counter with the little rabbit who was anxious to escape because of shyness, took out a fork and put a small piece of cake into his mouth——

"So salty."

Zhou Yichao frowned in pain while holding the fork, Ye Xi standing beside him immediately got up and picked a new fork.

Did you mix up sugar and salt this morning...

The sweet cream and fluffy cake melted between his mouth, and Ye Xi, who realized that he had been fooled, immediately raised his hand to pinch the inside of Zhou Yichao's forearm——

Zhou Yichao clasped Ye Xi's slender fingertips with his backhand, squeezed the soft pad of the little rabbit, and laughed——

"Didn't you say that food should be shared together to be delicious?"

Ye Xi withdrew his hand and threw his fork into the sink.

"You eat slowly."

Ye Xi got up and took off his coat, took off his apron and tied it up, put on rubber gloves and turned on the running water.

The neck, ears, and cheeks are white and tender, like half-cut strawberries topped with cream.

Zhou Yichao stared at Ye Xi, slightly tilted his wrist to roll the cake and cream into his mouth.

Unlike myself who is emphasized on outlines and shadows, all the strong light will be softened into a hazy ball when it touches the other party. No matter how time passes, Ye Xi will always have a slender youthful beauty.

Another round of group practice was over. Zhou Yichao, 14, was sitting in a corner with his back against the mirror, gasping for breath. The door in front of him was pushed open, and the familiar summer school uniform came into view.

"I'm Ye Xi, and I'll practice with everyone from today, please give me your advice!"

The pupils under the brown shattered hair were filled with the bright and dazzling light of midsummer. At the moment when his breathing stopped, Zhou Yichao seemed to hear the sound of ice cream melting and dripping to the ground.

They are attracted because they are different.

One hit kills.