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The author has something to say: Zhou Yichao: Did not drink porridge and made his wife cry (tears)

【7】

People always like to impose their emotions on others.

Happiness, joy, jealousy, sadness, anger...

Zhou Yichao pushed open the door of the guest room with his mobile phone, and stepped up the stairs with his bare feet.

The back of the apron is against the light, and the slender white wrist bones are in stark contrast to the wide sweater. There is a sticky rice fragrance in the air.

It's porridge.

The pain in the pinna spread to the brain along the sensitive nerves. Zhou Yichao connected his mobile phone to the Bluetooth speaker on the first floor, and played a soothing piano song.

At the same time, Zhou Yichao stretched out his hand towards Ye Xi's hand holding the spoon and stirring——

"Snapped--"

The spoon fell into the porridge and splashed a little on the clean kitchen counter.

Zhou Yichao looked at Ye Xi who was obviously startled and backed away, his hands stopped in the air after being slapped away, and his eyes sank little by little.

Obviously very disgusted, but still became one of them uncontrollably.

Just simply realizing this, it feels like I'm about to vomit out of nausea——

Must leave as soon as possible.

Today is the day for Zhou Yichao to go to the press conference to promote his recently released works.

However, breakfast was messed up by myself.

Ye Xi looked at the preserved egg and lean pork porridge for two in the pot, and slowly lowered his head in the fuzzy water vapor that evaporated.

The consistency, saltiness and temperature were just right. Ye Xi held the spoon and looked down at the empty high chair beside him.

Suddenly I lost my appetite.

The flash kept shooting.

Zhou Yichao was wearing a dark blue straight suit, looking up at the camera, with the corners of his lips always raised and smiling.

Several microphones were passed back and forth between the lead actor and the director, and Zhou Yichao's explanation of the role stopped abruptly, which not only satisfied the public's curiosity, but also appropriately left suspense.

At the end of the reporter's questioning session, the second female Lin Xue was accidentally stepped on by the third male when she stepped off the stage because her skirt was too long. Zhou Yichao, who was standing below, reached out to help Lin Xue in time.

"Is there any twist?"

Lin Xue clutched her dress skirt's chest, shaking her head at Zhou Yichao who was looking back sideways with lingering fear.

"No."

Zhou Yichao nodded, retracted his hand on the opponent's wrist, and walked towards the manager waiting by the side with his long legs amidst the sound of apology from the male number three.

"Director Xing An is next door for tonight's dinner. He doesn't like to be too deliberate and utilitarian. You should pay attention to this."

Zhou Yichao let out a "hmm", raised his hand and pushed away the bag containing vegetable sandwiches handed over by his manager, and saw the caller ID on the screen of the other party's phone.

Zhou Yichao pulled out his mobile phone expressionlessly and pressed the connection——

"Did our family, Yichao, perform well today? Don't forget that today is the remittance day stipulated every month... Hey, I haven't drawn the cards yet, Mrs. Li, how did you get one! Hey! This is screwing me!"

Sharp, harsh, loud.

The pain nerves in his brain were pulled again, Zhou Yichao frowned, suppressed the intense discomfort accumulated in his chest, and said coldly——

"As I said, last month was the last time."

"Yo, Yichao! Mom is in the limelight right now, let's talk later, why are you just staring? Hurry up and give me money!"

Zhou Yichao clenched the phone tightly, and the sharp voice kept spilling out of the earpiece, his stomach was churning uncomfortably, and his head hurt badly.

Seeing that his artist's face became more and more ugly, the manager snatched back the phone and immediately hung up, took out the black mask in his pocket, unfolded it, and walked out with Zhou Yichao in his arms——

"There are still media here, I'll take you to the car first."

"Can you hold on?"

Zhou Yichao touched his lower abdomen and nodded to the manager in the front seat.

The bright yellow liquor, the dazzling lights.

Zhou Yichao was sitting at the dining table wearing a coat, smiling and talking to the leading man who called his female companion.

I really want to go home.

Zhou Yichao drank a few cups and left the private room on the pretext of going to the bathroom.

There is a strong smell of smoke all over my body, even in the toilet.

Zhou Yichao coughed, took out the small bottle of deodorant in his pocket and sprayed it on his body.

"Sorry for choking on you."

Xing An pushed open the door, put out the cigarette in his hand, and stretched the hand with the Buddha string into the sensing area.

"I'm not quite used to it."

Zhou Yichao nodded politely to Xing An, pressed the hand sanitizer on the side, and stretched his wrist into the sensing area.

Hearing this, Xing An took out the lighter, took out the last cigarette case in his pocket and lit it, leaned against the wall of the men's bathroom, and exhaled slowly.

"What a coincidence, kid."

Zhou Yichao stood still in the whiteness rushing towards his face, raised his eyes to look at Xing An, who had a lazy posture and playful eyes, and slowly opened his mouth——

"Unfortunately, I'm here for you."

The manager sitting in the toilet cubicle squeezed the space between his brows with a headache, and sighed involuntarily.

Totally screwed up.

The sleeves of the wide white sweater are spread out on the jeans, and the search interface for his name is on the knee.

The stories of several years are summarized into short reports, and the titles are always used to attract people's attention to the maximum extent, and the large blank space between Zhou Yichao and himself is smeared.

Illegal coffee shops are being shut down for investigation, and dangerous buildings that are illegally rented out have also been formally closed down.

The power of the media is really a double-edged sword.

Ye Xi looked at the chandelier above his head and suddenly felt a little unbelievable.

Not long ago, he was still being blackmailed by someone in the past, but now that everything has been exposed, his mood is unexpectedly calm, and his body even feels a sense of relief.

Ye Xi turned his head to look at the wall clock that was gradually pointing to 11:30 at night and narrowed his eyes, trying to search for the time point when everything started to change in his memories.

——It was the afternoon when Zhou Yichao published his personal interview.

Ye Xi's eyes widened in vain, and he suddenly stood up from the sofa.

——That scumbag, has he ever threatened you with your identity?

I finally understood the reason why I appeared in the interview.

He came out of the cold wind, drank the completely cold coffee, threw the tray and apron angrily in front of the boss, and walked away with his thin, powerless self standing still.

In the silence of one minute and 43 seconds, there was hesitation that was more worried about hurting himself than revealing the truth.

What did you do in turn?

--Let me go please.

— Do you think you are a god?The kind that can save sentient beings?

——My life has become a complete mess because of you.

Ye Xi's eyes turned red quickly, and he covered his face and burst into tears in the dim living room.

It sucks.

The car was parked outside the villa. The manager held the steering wheel and opened the window to light a cigarette for the first time in front of Zhou Yichao.

Zhou Yichao glanced at the manager in the front seat, raised his hand and opened the door to get out of the car.

"How long are you going to destroy yourself?"

The manager's hand rested on the car window, his entire face was soaked in smoke, and his expression could not be seen clearly.

Zhou Yichao let out a breath of white air, put his hands in his pockets, and walked forward in silence.

Zhou Yichao threw the smoke-stained coat and suit on the floor of the entrance, took off his shoes, and turned on the light in the living room on the first floor.

A large white tuft nestled against the gray sofa, and a small tuft of light brown hair twirled behind a hat looked a little comical.

The corners of Zhou Yichao's lips curved slightly, and he took steps towards the white figure.

"Are you waiting for me?"

The outstretched hand stopped at the moment when he saw the red eyes of the other party.

"...you can leave tomorrow."

Ye Xi, who was curled up by the sofa, had reddened eyes, and visibly shivered while hugging his knees.

In the end, it was all screwed up.

The bell at the entrance rang untimely, Zhou Yichao turned back and walked back, his pupils dilated unconsciously the moment he looked at the display screen.

"Yichao, it's my little mother."

A young woman with red curly hair was standing in front of the villa with a leather bag in her hand, smiling at the monitor with her red lips bent.

Zhou Yichao took a step back, feeling a strong sense of vomiting in his body.

"Yichao, can you open the door? Huh?"

Zhou Yichao covered his mouth, as if his eardrums had been pierced by a sharp female voice, and fell to the floor in pain, bowed and retched uncontrollably.

The woman who hadn't received a response was instantly distraught, raised her hand and slammed the purse on the door vigorously, and began to shout hysterically——

"Zhou Yichao! Open the door for me!"

stop.

"Why hasn't the money for this month arrived yet!"

stop now.

"You think you can get rid of me and your dad when you become famous, don't you?"

So sad.

"Unless you are dead! Otherwise, I tell you there is no way!"

who will...

"Zhou Yichao! Your wings are stiff, aren't you! I saw the lights turned on! You must be inside!"

Who will stop...

"You, Zhou Yichao!"

The stinging ears were covered by warm touch, and the sharp and vicious voice was isolated.

Zhou Yichao lifted his eyes with trembling eyelashes, and a piece of pure white spread out in his vision.

The smell of braised pork bulged into his nostrils, completely surrounding him who was still trembling.

retching.

stopped.