After saving the rich and powerful, I became popular

Because of Luo Qiyang's interruption, Qi Cheng managed to get away with it.

Toss until ten o'clock at night.

The cabbage and pork dumplings are finally out of the pan.

Qi Cheng blew the first dumpling out and brought it to Wen Siyu's mouth, smiling brows and eyes, "Brother Siyu, try one."

Wen Siyu looked down at the dumpling, the skin was thick and the filling was missing, and there was a tear, no matter how you looked at it, it was not worth opening your mouth.

Qi Cheng pretended not to see Wen Siyu's resistance, and said cheerfully, "This is the first one I made by myself, hurry up and try it."

"Gulu." The stomach growled in response to the situation.

Wen Siyu was really hungry.

He bowed his head and opened his mouth.

I ate the dumplings made by Qi Cheng.

After a few bites, I didn't feel the taste of the filling, almost like eating dough.

"Is it delicious?" Qi Cheng looked at Wen Siyu expectantly, blinking his beautiful almond eyes.

Wen Siyu's Adam's apple rolled when he swallowed, and his eyes fell on a small mole in the middle of Qi Cheng's eyelid.

Moles are very pale in color.

But because Qi Cheng's complexion is very fair, the mole can be seen very clearly from his distance.

"It's okay." Wen Siyu said against his will.

The eight people made a lot of dumplings, and a few of them stayed for supper together.

Only Chi Zhou and Cen Xing hardly moved their chopsticks.

Chi Zhou said: "I will join the group next month, and I dare not eat pasta in the middle of the night."

Cen Xing nodded in agreement and said, "I don't dare to eat either. It's too late, and my manager will kill me."

Only Qi Cheng and Luo Qiyang ate without any burden.

Neither of them are prone to obesity.

It tastes delicious, and the eyes of those two who dare not eat are so greedy.

After eating and drinking enough, it was already the early morning of the next day.

Qi Cheng politely declined everyone's offer to help wash the dishes.

"It's getting late, and we have to get up early to record tomorrow, so go back first, we'll just pack up."

Six people left one after another.

Qi Cheng put on his dishwashing gloves and began to clean up the dishes.

Wen Siyu saw him busy, hesitated for a while, and reached out to help.

But before he touched the bowl, Qi Cheng grabbed the back of his hand first.

"Brother Siyu, don't move, I'll clean it up." Qi Cheng was very vigilant.

He intuitively felt that Wen Siyu should have never washed the dishes, and his hands looked like the hands of a young master whose ten fingers did not touch the spring water. If he dropped the bowl clumsily, wouldn't it be obvious that he couldn't wash the dishes and couldn't cook? thing?

There is a risk.

"Brother Siyu, go take a shower first, we only have one bathroom, I'll take a shower after you finish washing." Qi Cheng said.

"Then I'll help you carry the bowl to the kitchen." Wen Siyu said.

"No, no, anyway, if I want to get my hands dirty, I don't want to dirty another person's hands. You can go take a shower." Qi Cheng neatly packed all the dishes and put them in front of him, with a very firm attitude.

Wen Siyu didn't insist anymore, took a change of pajamas and went to take a shower first.

Qi Cheng enjoyed the process of cleaning the dirty things, and even hummed a song while washing.

His voice is nice, but his singing is out of tune, and he is very happy to entertain himself.

Qi Cheng's skillful cleaning of the bowls and chopsticks shocked the big photographer next to him.

Why is the child of a rich family better at washing dishes than his wife?

Those who didn't know thought that this kid had done dishwashing work in a restaurant.

Qi Cheng shook his head and washed the foam off the last bowl.

The phone in his pocket vibrated.

Qi Cheng took out the phone with one free hand.

A friend request appears on the screen.

Qi Cheng wondered who would join him at this time?

When he opened it, Qi Cheng was so shocked that his pupils trembled, and he almost dropped the bowl in his hand.

The information in the note is: Little Viagra asked me to add you.

An Yiqiao?

How did his news come here?

[An Yiqiao: Hello senior, I am An Yiqiao, Xiao Wei asked me to add you. ]

An Yiqiao typed these words with his hands.

Qi Cheng's Adam's apple rolled, and he flicked his finger against the air a few times before pressing the input method to start typing.

[Qi Cheng: Oh, is there anything else? ]

Why did he still receive An Yiqiao's message in the script?

[UNKNOWN SOURCE: With my help, of course. ]

[Qi Cheng:? ? ?What do you mean? ]

[Unknown source: He came to you, I think he can help you, so I connected you to the signal. ]

Qi Cheng: ... Then you are pretty cool.

[Unknown source: (ω)]

Qi Cheng: ...

[An Yiqiao: Brother Xiao Wei told me to communicate with you about "Sheng Fan An" at any time. After you left, I was talked about by him for a long time. He insisted on adding you today and telling you about my love for the character after a good apology. It's annoying to understand what. ]

An Yiqiao saw that he usually chatted a lot, and his typing speed was very fast.

A long paragraph popped up in a short while.

Qi Cheng suppressed the shock in his heart.

[Qi Cheng: Oh, okay, you can always come to me if you have any questions in the future. ]

[An Yiqiao: Senior, aren't you angry?You're given so little in the role, yet you're asked to do so much. ]

[Qi Cheng: Why are you angry?You bring me a role, I fulfill my promise to help you, these are my choices. ]

[The other party is typing] began to appear on the window, but no new message was sent.

Qi Cheng raised his fingers and waited for a full 2 ​​minutes. He still hadn't seen any new news, so he frowned. Is An Yiqiao going to write a paper?

After waiting for a while, An Yiqiao finally sent a paragraph of deleted and written content.

[An Yiqiao: Actually, you don’t have to agree. I didn’t want to bother others. It was Little Viagra who insisted on asking you to teach me, and he even fought for a long time with the company to get you a completely unimportant role. Will be cut plum at any time. ]

[Qi Cheng: Actually, I am not reconciled, on the contrary, I am very happy to have the opportunity to act in such a good drama as "Sheng Fan An". ]

An Yiqiao looked at this content and did not reply for a long time.

He debuted in a singing and dancing talent show. For him, acting is more because of the company's arrangements, and acting can make him more money and become more popular, with more resources and greater traffic.

So when a person who loves acting very much appeared in front of him, apart from being shocked, he was deeply touched.

Some people are born with delicacies from mountains and seas.

I have never tasted the feeling of being hungry, so I never feel that the rice is delicious.

But some people are born hungry.

Still hungry, one meal and one full meal are often not enough to eat, so I wholeheartedly wish to have a meal of white rice.

An Yiqiao picked up the "Sheng Fan An" script that he had thrown on the ground, patted it clean, put it on his lap, and stared at the phone for two seconds...

[An Yiqiao: Senior, do you really not think about what I said during the day? ]

[Qi Cheng: What's the matter? ]

[An Yiqiao: Let me introduce someone to you. It would be a waste not to fall in love if you are in such good condition. ]

[Qi Cheng: ...Thank you. ]

[Unknown source: Do you know how much love experience An Yiqiao has?Do you know how many men are obsessed with An Yiqiao?You still don't seize the opportunity to hold your thigh! ]

["Unknown source" retracted a message. 】

The unknown source "intelligently" withdrew the message about asking Qi Cheng to hug his thigh, and then sent a message with a similar meaning in a gentle tone.

[Unknown source: I think you can learn some experience from him, such as how to flirt with men. ]

[Qi Cheng: I also saw clearly that you withdrew the article, don't pretend.The dog's tail is exposed. ]

[Unknown source: Sincerely suggested. ]

Qi Cheng thought about it, and thought it would be good to ask.

[Qi Cheng: An Yiqiao, have you ever flirted with a straight man? ]

[An Yiqiao: Straight man?The man I fancy can't straighten up. ]

Qi Cheng: ... You really asked the right person.

[Qi Cheng: If the other party is a handsome guy with a relatively cold relationship history, what would you do to attract the other party's attention?Won't it make the other party feel disgusted? ]

[An Yiqiao: Let’s start with ordinary physical contact first, touch if you have nothing to do, but you have to be calm, throw the bait first, but as a fisherman, you must be calm and calm before the big fish takes the bait. ]

fishing?

Qi Cheng made up a picture in his head.

He is a fisherman by the sea, and when he was seriously fishing in a bamboo hat, he hooked a mermaid.

The mermaid has a face like Wen Siyu's and a solid eight-pack abs.

The mermaid looked at him with a cold face, and suddenly flicked the fish's tail to shake his face with water.

When Qi Cheng came back to his senses, the water from the faucet sprayed his face wet.

Luckily the phone is waterproof.

When Wen Siyu came out of the shower, Qi Cheng had just cleaned up the dishes.

He also wiped all the water from the stove, and even mopped the living room floor where he ate twice.

Wen Siyu looked at the bright floor, lowered his head, stepped on the blanket at the door, and stepped on the soles of his shoes to absorb the water, making sure that the floor would not be wet before stepping on it with confidence.

Qi Cheng glanced at the camera next to him, and then quietly stared at the phone screen. On it was a notebook page, which recorded some "fishing tactics" he had secretly found on the Internet just now.

Qi Cheng is like a well-behaved kid who is seriously studying for the exam, and before the exam, he grabs the textbook and quickly glances at the key points.

He listened to the footsteps outside getting closer and poked his head out of the kitchen.

"Brother Siyu, can you come here for a while?" Qi Cheng's emotional experience is blank, but he can quickly enter the drama as long as he treats those "tactics" as a script.

Wen Siyu turned on tiptoe and walked towards him, "What's wrong?"

Qi Cheng turned his back to Wen Siyu, and said, "I seem to have a knot in the back of my apron, can you help me untie it?"

When Qi Cheng spoke, both hands were twisted back, shoulder blades were raised together, and the loose neckline was opened, revealing a large white area underneath.

Wen Siyu's gaze was fixed on his shoulder blades, which were beautifully shaped like a pair of butterfly bones with outstretched wings.

Wen Siyu's eyes stopped for a few seconds.

"Brother Siyu?" Qi Cheng called him.

Wen Siyu came back to his senses, and immediately turned his gaze from the butterfly bone to the knot that Qi Cheng was still holding.

When he pulled the knot out of Qi Cheng's hand, the fingers of the two inevitably got entangled.

Wen Siyu frowned.

The knot was a little tight, and Wen Siyu couldn't untie it after tossing for two or three minutes.

Qi Cheng was so anxious that he stretched out his hand and scratched, and touched Wen Siyu's finger again, "Can't you do it?"

After being arrested once, Wen Siyu hid for the second time, "Not yet."

"Then hurry up, I'm sweating all over and want to take a shower." Qi Cheng turned his head sideways to look behind, raised his hand to fan himself, and even stuck out a piece of pink tongue to dissipate heat, "It's so hot after work."

Wen Siyu listened to him, and looked up, just in time to see that piece of pink.

Wen Siyu pulled hard a few times, and the knot was finally loosened.

"Okay." For some reason, he also breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ah, thank you." Qi Cheng took off the apron, grabbed his left wrist with his right hand and raised it up, stretching his neck on the right side.

When he stretched, he didn't know whether it was intentional or not, his arm almost touched Wen Siyu's face.

Wen Siyu avoided it in time, but still smelled a faint fragrance.

He wondered what the scent was, and when he was trying to find the source, Qi Cheng turned and left, "I'm going to take a shower."

Qi Cheng left, and the source of fragrance was also cut off.

It doesn't smell like a perfume.

Wen Siyu returned to the bedroom, took a book out of the suitcase, and sat at the table by the window to read it.

He was reading a novel in the original German.

A science fiction novel about space chaos.

Ever since he realized that he was stuck in this world and could not get out of the repeated plot, Wen Siyu has been looking for related books to read. In order to better understand the author's intention, he almost read the original text.

This is where multilingualism comes into play.

When Wen Siyu was enjoying watching, he heard Qi Cheng call his name.

"Brother Si Yu."

The program group provided each of them with houses of the same size, one bedroom, one living room, one kitchen and one bathroom. The space would not be too narrow but it would never be spacious enough.

The bathroom door was facing the bedroom door.

As soon as Wen Siyu came out, he saw Qi Cheng with his head and half of his shoulder protruding from the bathroom door.

The distance between the two doors is very close, and Wen Siyu is not near-sighted, so with his excellent eyesight, at this moment, Qi Cheng's half shoulder is rosy after being scalded by hot water.

Round and a little cute.

I didn't expect that he looked very thin by himself, and his flesh hadn't grown much, and it was all growing where it should be.

"Brother Siyu, I forgot my clothes, can you help me get my pajamas from the suitcase?"

"En." Wen Siyu went back to the room and found Qi Cheng's suitcase, "What's the password to open the suitcase?"

Unbox password?

Qi Cheng was stunned.

Oops.

He doesn't know.

The suitcase was prepared by "Qi Cheng". He didn't even know how many sets of clothes were in it, so how could he know what the password was?

When Qi Cheng was worried that he didn't know the password, out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of the TV screen in the living room lighting up, with several numbers written on it.

"1023." Qi Cheng yelled into the bedroom.

1,0,2,3...

After Wen Siyu entered the password, the moment the lock "clicked" open, he remembered what was behind the string of numbers.

...is his birthday.

At the same time, Qi Cheng who was waiting in the bathroom also silently recited the string of unusually familiar numbers three times, and recalled that October 10 was Wen Siyu's birthday.

Nima.

The scene of the death of the society.

Qi Cheng's white and tender face turned rosy uncontrollably.

Just as Wen Siyu realized that Qi Cheng had used his birthday number as the password to open the box, he immediately saw a set of pure blue silk pajamas on top of the box that was exactly the same as the one he was wearing.

"..."

Wen Siyu silently staggered the set of pajamas of the same style.

Flipping through the bottom, I pulled out a box of... hip membranes.