After saving the rich and powerful, I became popular

Looking at the content of the plot description, Qi Cheng was furious.

He still underestimated how much Cui Songyuan loved dog blood.

Damn, such bloody routines are no longer popular in Mary Su BG dramas.

"Well, my head hurts." Xia Guhe struggled to get up, sat on the sofa and rubbed his head, and put on his shoes backwards, "What time is it?"

"One point." Qi Cheng looked at the phone and said.

"Why aren't you asleep at one o'clock?" Xia Guhe stood up while leaning on the arm of the sofa.

"What are you doing?" Qi Cheng finally glanced at him.

"I'm urgent to urinate, I'm waking up." Xia Guhe staggered and walked to the bathroom.

When Xia Guhe came out after solving domestic needs, Qi Cheng was still sitting on the carpet looking at his mobile phone, his posture remained the same, his expression very serious.

"What are you looking at at night? Such a serious expression?" Xia Guhe's face was still stained with water.

When he washed his hands after going to the toilet, he washed his face by the way.

Then sat down next to Qi Cheng.

Leaning his head on Qi Cheng's shoulder, he glanced at his phone, ""I got out of the order after acting with the actor"? What is this? Your new drama? How does it look like BL?"

"Yeah." Qi Cheng said.

"Then what you're playing...why is there Qi Cheng in it? Is the author a fan of yours?" Xia Guhe asked while pointing at Qi Cheng's computer screen.

"No, it's Cui Songyuan." Qi Cheng said.

"The only well-known screenwriter in the industry who loves dog blood? He asked you to make a movie? Then this opportunity is very good." Although Xia Guhe is not in the industry, but because of work and because he is a friend with Qi Cheng, he is very friendly to the circle. I also know a lot about things here.

"It's very good. To tell you the truth, when I first got the script, I thought the author was my fan, but he is Cui Songyuan, so he probably doesn't know me." Qi Cheng said.

"Then are you playing Gong or Shou? You should be able to play Gong with your qualifications, right? You are already 183. If you play Shou, I have to find you a high Gong." Xia Guhe said.

"Wrong, I'm the one who suffers." Wen Siyu put down his phone, and briefly explained to Xia Guhe.

"So you haven't found someone to play with you yet?" Xia Guhe asked again.

"I just got the script." Qi Cheng was still a little dazed when he said this.

The time in the script and the real time do not coincide.

"However, since it is Cui Songyuan's work, the quality should be guaranteed, and the people who will act in the follow-up will not be too bad. I hope you can turn around and become popular this time." Xia Guhe was still dizzy, and saw the desktop as he spoke. The wine on the table, "How about drinking one to celebrate your receiving a good script?"

"Brother, you still smell of alcohol, do you want to go to the hospital?" Qi Cheng pushed Xia Guhe's head.

Xia Guhe quarreled with him a few times, said he was dizzy, and fell asleep on the sofa again.

Qi Cheng didn't sleep all night, and stayed up late to finish reading the original novel.

At around 06:30 in the morning, he ran to wash his face, brushed his teeth, took his mobile phone and went downstairs to buy breakfast.

After eating his own, he left a portion for Xia Guhe, and then came out to see that Xia Guhe was still awake.

Qi Cheng left a note for Xia Guhe, took his belongings and went home.

Qi Cheng ran ten kilometers on the free treadmill downstairs at home, sweating all over before taking the elevator home.

He texted [UNKNOWN SOURCE] as he walked.

[Qi Cheng: You said last night that we cleared the story A, and we will no longer go back? ]

[UNKNOWN SOURCE: Yes. ]

[Qi Cheng: So I can't just change and bypass some important plot points like highlights?Do you have to go through it with Wen Siyu to pass the level? ]

[UNKNOWN SOURCE: Yes. ]

[Qi Cheng: Then if it is more demanding than kissing, I have to fulfill it? ]

[UNKNOWN SOURCE: Yes,]

[Qi Cheng: Ni...]

Qi Cheng bowed his head to type and wanted to curse, but he didn't pay attention to see that his surroundings changed again.

Before he finished speaking, he bumped into the person in front who was half a head taller than him.

The thick muscles hit him with stars in his eyes.

"I'm sorry." Qi Cheng thought he bumped into a neighbor in the building, but when he looked up, it was Wen Siyu, "Brother Siyu? Why are you here..."

Qi Cheng glanced around.

He returned to Jiuzhai Village.

Wen Siyu glanced at him, turned around and left without saying anything.

Qi Cheng was a little confused.

He followed back into the yard.

"Why did you come back together?" Rocky Yang squatted in the yard, nibbling sweet corn.

"Us? What's wrong?" Qi Cheng didn't understand.

When he was talking to Luo Qiyang, Wen Siyu had already left him and entered the room.

"How do I know about you? I also want to ask if you guys had a fight. Didn't Brother Siyu follow you when you fell into the pool that day, and then you kissed..."

"There's no need to repeat this, let's get to the point." Qi Cheng interrupted.

"Kiss is the key point." When Luo Qiyang spoke, he still gnawed two bites of sweet corn, "Because of that kiss, brother Siyu didn't talk to you recently, and he didn't run with you in the morning. You chased after him with a dead skin and face."

"Am I chasing Wen Siyu for a run?"

"That's right, you feel like you've run into trouble recently, and you're also weird, always trying to take advantage of Brother Si Yu." Luo Qiyang said.

"How many days have passed since I fell into the water?" Qi Cheng asked.

"Five days, you didn't break your brain, did you?"

"No, thank you." Qi Cheng forced a smile.

The NPC Rocky Yang is still very dedicated.

A few words let him figure out the time point and the progress of the plot line.

Qi Cheng walked into the house.

I didn't see Wen Siyu, but the bathroom door was locked, so I should be taking a shower.

When Qi Cheng returned to the bedroom, he saw a bowl of water in the middle of the bed.

Qi Cheng stared at it for a while, then silently opened the suitcase, ready to take out his clothes and take a shower.

As soon as the suitcase was opened, a box fell out.

Qi Cheng saw at a glance that it was an opened box... buttocks.

? ? ? ?

He clearly remembered not opening it before he was kicked out.

So during these five days, "Qi Cheng" still used this box of hip membrane?

Or is it the situation of living under the same roof with Wen Siyu?

Wen Siyu won't fall into the crazy retrospective plot again, right?

No wonder he looked so irritable just now.

Qi Cheng heard movement outside, and raised his head to meet Shang Wen Siyu's indifferent scrutiny.

Following Wen Siyu's gaze, Qi Cheng saw the buttocks he was holding in his hand, and moved his back in embarrassment, grinning, "Brother Siyu, have you finished washing?"

Qi Cheng hid the box under it again, then took his clothes and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

He came out of the shower, wandered to the kitchen, looked around for something to eat, and then stuck his head out and asked, "Brother Siyu, what do you want for breakfast?"

Qi Cheng found eggs in the basket and a bunch of unopened noodles under the plastic shelf.

With noodles in one hand and eggs in the other, he said to himself, "How about egg noodles? Do you like green vegetables? I'll go to the field and pick some."

Qi Cheng put the noodles and eggs by the stove, looked at them, and slipped out the door, "Brother Siyu, can you help me build a fire? I'll go to the field to pick some vegetables. By the way, do you want to eat tomatoes?" ? I just looked out the window, and the tomatoes in the field are also ripe."

Wen Siyu has been looking at Qi Cheng suspiciously.

It wasn't until Qi Cheng asked him to light the fire that his brows eased a bit, he walked in silently, and then skillfully moved the small wooden pier out of the woodpile.

Not a word.

firewood.

make a fire.

Qi Cheng blinked and looked at it for a while, wanting to say something, but felt that Wen Siyu didn't really want to talk to him, so he opened his mouth but didn't say anything, turned and went to the vegetable field.

When Qi Cheng arrived in the vegetable field, he happened to meet Zhou Jinjin who was picking vegetables in the No. 3 vegetable field next door.

He stared at it for a while, imitating Zhou Jinjin, uprooting the lettuce and shaking the soil.

Then I picked a few red tomatoes.

I picked two more cucumbers.

When he returned to the kitchen, Wen Siyu had already lit the firewood.

The water is almost boiling.

Qi Cheng was in a hurry, grabbed a handful of noodles and threw it down, and even touched the egg next to it, the egg rolled down, and was caught by Wen Siyu before it fell to the ground.

Qi Cheng breathed a sigh of relief, took the egg back from Wen Siyu's hand, and rubbed Wen Siyu's palm with his round fingertips.

Wen Siyu twitched his hand.

Qi Cheng didn't get the eggs.

Wen Siyu put the egg back.

Qi Cheng didn't say anything, took the eggs, cracked the shells and put them into the pot clumsily, then washed the vegetables and chopped the tomatoes.

The originally beautiful tomato was cut into strange shapes by him.

Wen Siyu sat on the small wooden pier and watched Qi Cheng busy in silence, the finished product was "moving".

He watched the noodles rising more and more in the pot, and began to worry about whether he could eat his breakfast.

Qi Cheng almost ate half of the noodles.

By the time he poured everything into the pot, the noodles had risen to the point that almost no water could be seen.

Ten minutes later, a pot of noodles that had lost all color and flavor came out of the oven.

It also has a sticky smell.

Soup was almost gone.

The lumpy hair on the face made people lose their appetite just by looking at it.

The tomatoes felt undercooked and the greens were overcooked.

Qi Cheng enthusiastically scooped up a large bowl and brought it to Wen Siyu, grinning with eyebrows and eyes crooked, "Brother Siyu, are you hungry? Eat and eat."

Wen Siyu was very resistant in his heart, but meeting those sparkling eyes, he still picked up the chopsticks and took a bite.

"How is it? Is it delicious?" Qi Cheng asked.

Wen Siyu took another bite, "Yes, I can eat it."

Qi Cheng shook his head triumphantly, then gulped it down, the smile on his face disappeared, "Haha, it seems a bit muddled."

Wen Siyu was thinking about whether his stomach could withstand the toss.

He took another bite.

Qi Cheng had already slowed down his eating speed, and was even happily worrying whether Wen Siyu would spoil his stomach.

"What delicious food are you eating? I could smell it at the door." Luo Qiyang walked in, still holding a peeled cucumber in his hand.

"Would you like some noodles?" Qi Cheng asked.

"Is there any more?" Luo Qiyang said greedily.

"Yes, I cooked a lot." Qi Cheng got up and went to the pot to fill Luo Qiyang with noodles.

He put all the remaining noodles in a bowl and threw it to Luo Qiyang, "Eat it, it's just cooked."

Luo Qiyang stared at the noodles in the bowl, poked them with chopsticks, and looked shocked, "Is this really tomato egg noodles?"

"Otherwise?" Qi Cheng raised his eyebrows.

"Hmm..." Rocky Yang felt the threat from Qi Cheng's eyes. He shrank his neck and said cautiously, "It just feels different from what Wu Mochao usually does, hahaha."

Luo Qiyang laughed a few times, and then took a bite of the noodles under the attention of Qi Cheng's "kind eyes".

The strange smell made him want to vomit.

But after being glared at by Qi Cheng, he bit the bullet and ate it again.

"How is it? Is it delicious? I cooked it."

Qi Cheng bit the accent for emphasis.

Luo Qiyang wanted to cry, "It's so delicious, Qi Cheng, you are indeed a cooking genius."

"Then finish it all, I'll cook it for you if it's not enough." Qi Cheng smiled.

"Enough is enough." Luo Qiyang took two bites, but couldn't bear it anymore, so he took a peek at Qi Cheng, "Chengcheng, I ate a bit too much for breakfast, can you..."

"No, you have to eat it after you eat it. When it comes to recording programs, you can't promote scenes of wasting food." Qi Cheng said.

"Then I..." Luo Qiyang wrinkled his face, "I'll call Wu Mochao here, and don't say that I ate it later."

After Luo Qiyang finished speaking, he ran away in a hurry.

After a while, he pulled Wu Mochao over.

At this moment, his mouth was as sweet as honey, coaxing Wu Mochao with all kinds of good words, and pushing Wu Mochao to sit where he had just sat, "Wu Mochao, eat quickly, this is Chengcheng's specially cooked noodles. Delicious, I finished eating just now, and this is specially reserved for you."

Wu Mochao looked at the noodles that had obviously been gouged out, and looked up at Wen Yingdi, who had been silent and eating noodles with gentle movements.

"Wen Siyu, is it delicious?" Wu Mochao asked.

Wen Siyu glanced at him, "Yes."

Wu Mochao picked up the chopsticks.

He thought it might just be the price difference.

After all, the noodles are cooked, and the taste is not bad.

As a noodle cooker.

Wu Mochao took a big bite.

The moment I put it in my mouth I wanted to vomit.

Salty as hell.

When he wanted to vomit, three pairs of eyes stared at him.

Wu Mochao could only swallow silently.

Luo Qiyang broke off half a cucumber in his hand and handed it to Wu Mochao, patted him on the shoulder, and encouraged him with his eyes.

Come on.

Wu Mochao: "..." I don't really want to add it.