The agreed hero has no CP

"Then what did you say?" Cheng Yuanmu asked.

"Of course I said very implicitly that I want to be single for a short time." Gu Qing replied.

"what?"

"Cough——, I didn't want to look for it, or I didn't meet it." Gu Qing coughed, and acted out for him what he said during the day when he was facing the three interrogations.

Cheng Yuanmu laughed softly, "So you just dealt with it like this?" He asked.

"What is coping?" Gu Qing took the pillow on the bed and hugged it in his arms, and retorted, "This is what I want from the bottom of my heart. The object is like a good script, which is hard to come by. When you don't meet, I I'd rather be idle than make peace with a character I don't like."

Cheng Yuanmu didn't speak for a while. After a while, his voice came from the phone again: "What about me? Am I your favorite character?"

Gu Qing was stunned for a moment, realized that he was probably joking, and replied decisively and proudly: "Of course." Even if he didn't come to this world, Cheng Yuanmu is still one of his favorite novel characters.

"And you can meet me as soon as you turn around." Cheng Yuanmu on the phone said with a smile in his tone.

"Hey," Gu Qing exclaimed, "Then I have to break my neck."

If you only need to turn around once you meet Cheng Yuanmu, then this turn around is estimated to be at the level of nine bends and eighteen bends.

"Hahahaha" Cheng Yuanmu laughed loudly.

After spending the whole weekend at Gu's father and mother's house, Gu Qing returned to Nongzhou at noon on Monday.

And the advantage of having a perfect "cohabitation" roommate is that it allows you to stay at home happily without any worries—not to mention that this roommate also has good cooking skills.

After a week of doing nothing without a job, Gu Qing was really bored.The neighbor roommate, Cheng Yuanmu, has to go to work. He reads books, watches movies, and plays games at home alone every day. After a long time, he will inevitably find it boring.

Just when Gu Qing was looking at the map and thinking about whether to take a self-driving tour, Zhou Xing called and temporarily released him from his boring life.

Gu Qing drove to the Yangxiezi hot pot restaurant that Zhou Xing had mentioned on the phone. As soon as he entered the box door, he saw Zhou Xing, Zhao Zhuoer, and the steaming Yangxiezi cooked in the pot on the table.

"Ah Qing, sit here." With his loud voice, Zhou Xing patted the chair between himself and Zhao Zhuoer.

After Gu Qing went over to sit down, Zhou Xing handed over a menu and asked him to see if there was anything he wanted to add.

Gu Qing took a few glances and found that both of them had already ordered the dishes that should be ordered, so he shook his head and put the menu aside.

"This winter, I have to eat two mouthfuls of mutton scorpions to warm my stomach, or else I won't be able to withstand the north wind in Yanjing City." After the three of them ate, Zhou Xing did not forget to point the country with his chopsticks while eating.

"Really, be a food blogger. Maybe you can find another way to make a fortune." Zhao Zhuoer, who is not afraid of being hot, eats quickly with his iron mouth, and has spare time to chatter around.

Gu Qing, who really couldn't find the time to spare, nodded his head, he wanted to say this to Zhou Xing a long time ago.

"Hey, how do you say that?" Zhou Xing was unhappy, "I still get rich writing scripts."

The small-budget movie he and Zhao Zhuoer made before made a small investment in Yuanfang Twilight, which made a lot of money. In the end, the box office doubled dozens of times the cost, and made a lot of money.

As the screenwriter of the film, Zhou Xing can also be said to have earned the first pot of gold in his career-a bucket full of thousands of dollars, getting rid of the financial deficit and entering a well-off life.Since then, I have been proud of the spring breeze, my waist is no longer sore and my legs are no longer painful, and I have the energy to brag.

Zhao Zhuoer, who was also the director of that movie, snorted through his nostrils at this time to show his disdain: "Three generations of photography are poor, and the screenwriter ruins his life. Accept your fate, poor ghost."

Zhou Xing's remarks were unceremoniously thrown at him with a gnawed lamb rib.

Zhao Zhuoer bowed his head, dodging such a childish greasy attack.

Sitting in the middle, Gu Qing got down early to avoid accidental injury and straightened up, laughing while not forgetting to launch a continuous attack on the sheep scorpion.

After the three of them finished their meal, Zhou Xing looked at his watch. The time was past six o'clock in the evening, and then he happily said to the two of them: "Going to a certain teahouse at this moment is just in time for the opening of the evening storytelling."So the three of them left the hot pot restaurant and took a taxi, and happily moved to the teahouse he mentioned to continue the next stall.

Arriving at the gate of the teahouse, Gu Qing's cell phone rang as soon as he got off the car.He took out his mobile phone and saw that it was Cheng Yuanmu's call, he pressed the answer button:

"Ah Qing, are you still outside?" Cheng Yuanmu on the phone asked.

"Well, Zhou Xing and Zhao Zhuoer invited me to dinner today." Gu Qing replied.

"I know, Assistant Wang told me." Cheng Yuanmu said.

Assistant Wang is the Assistant Wang Lu who took care of Gu Qing when he was in Spain.

Gu Qing only found out after Cheng Yuanmu moved to Nongzhou that it turned out that Assistant Wang's job was not to look after Cheng Yuanmu's house in Spain, but to take care of Cheng Yuanmu's daily life, similar to the position of a housekeeper.And now, as Cheng Yuanmu's neighbor, he and his house were also included in Assistant Wang's work scope.

"I'm afraid you're drunk, so I want to ask if you want the driver to pick you up."

"Well, that's great. My car is parked not far from that restaurant." Gu Qing told him the address of the Yangxiezi hot pot restaurant.The three of them had indeed drank some wine during the meal just now, and it was not easy to drive. It would be great if they could borrow a driver from Yuanmu.

"But I have to go back later, Zhou Xing and I are going to the teahouse to drink tea at the moment." He looked at Zhou Xing and Zhao Zhuoer who were waiting for him to make a call.

"Okay, then text me when you're done." Cheng Yuanmu said.

"Well, good." Gu Qing nodded in agreement.The two ended the call without saying any more.

Zhou Xing stood not far away, so he could not help but listen to Gu Qing's phone call.After Gu Qing finished the phone call and came to him, he bumped into Gu Qing's shoulder and teased with an ambiguous expression: "Girlfriend? Still checking the post, the tutor is quite strict."

"Brother, we two single dogs should rely on each other for warmth, let's get through this cold winter." Zhao Zhuoer followed suit, stretching his two arms towards Zhou Xing.

Gu Qing, who was walking in the middle, pulled away the two who were about to hug each other across him, "You can't give up on yourself and be gay without a girlfriend." He persuaded the two with a little disgust and earnestness. "Furthermore, where did I get my girlfriend? Which eye do you see that I have a girlfriend other than my right hand?"

The three of them entered the teahouse and walked to the second floor. The storyteller in the hall had already patted Xingmu and was speaking the opening speech.

"Then...the one on the phone just now?" Zhou Xing asked in a low voice.

"That's my neighbor next door." Gu Qing didn't want to explain anything to this bastard.

"Old Wang next door?" Zhao Zhuoer asked in surprise after the three sat down in their seats.

"Fuck you," Gu Qing smiled, grabbed a handful of melon seeds on the table and threw them on him, and said angrily, "My neighbor's surname is Cheng."

Now both of them knew who it was.

Zhou Xing clicked his tongue twice, shook his head and said, "Being friends with such a big capitalist is also suffering you, the proletarian people."

"Who is the proletariat, who is the proletariat, who is the proletariat talking about?" Gu Qing didn't like to hear others doubt his property, "I'm boating, but I have a house." He retorted loudly.

"Yes, with 70 years of property rights, it's the same as not having a son." Zhao Zhuoer looked at Gu Qing mournfully while holding a teacup, and said in a particularly sad tone.

"Who will the money in the bank be left to in the end?" Zhou Xing looked at Gu Qing with his hands spread out, and his sad and deep questions had a taste of "drawing the sword and looking around at a loss".

"Okay, you guys. Why do you keep running on me now?" Gu Qing couldn't help it, begging for mercy in a funny way, and almost cupped his fists and begged to let him go.

"Comrade proletariat, we must be united and face up to our own lack of assets. We cannot separate ourselves from the masses for the sake of face." Zhou Xing said earnestly, holding Gu Qing's shoulders.

"Yes, no, no." Gu Qing couldn't help laughing and shook his head like a rattle.

The storyteller downstairs was talking about a wonderful point, and there was a burst of applause and applause in the teahouse.

"Ah Qing, you have finished filming Director Yuan's film, have you decided on your next film?" Zhao Zhuoer asked suddenly after two cups of tea.

Gu Qing was engrossed in listening to the storytelling, and he was stunned for two seconds before he realized it and shook his head.

Zhao Zhuoer and Zhou Xing looked at each other.Zhou Xing turned his head to look at Gu Qing, and laughed "hehe".

So Gu Qing finally came to his senses.

"You...do you have any plans?" He asked the two directly.Gu Qing, who is a friend of his own, thinks it is really unnecessary to play sloppy eyes.

"I have a book, which has been conceived for a long time. I have been writing it for two or three years. It was originally written as a play..."

Zhou Xing sighed, silently expressing the loneliness of the drama industry over the years, and with a smile, he conveyed his helplessness and regret of having to switch to film in order to survive: "I didn't show it before, one is because I want to polish it, I don't want to put Good stories are ruined casually; second, good investment cannot be obtained, for fear of being ruined by those production companies." He stroked his rough buttocks and said.

Zhao Zhuoer nodded next to him, and continued his words: "Now we finally have some say in the circle because of the success of the last movie, and we also have a fixed funder. So the time and place are right, we only need to make peace, and we only need to provoke The male lead of Daliang."

"You see, among young male actors nowadays, as long as they say they want acting skills, you will definitely be the first one to think of you, Ah Qing. So we have the advantage of being close to the water. If we can go through the back door, we won't go around looking for the front door." Zhou Xing also No longer obsessed with drama or anything, he turned his face to Gu Qing and smiled very courteously.

Gu Qing shrunk his neck back, avoiding Zhou Xing's wrinkled and flattering smile—it was too hot.

"Don't talk about anything else, the script." He said bluntly.

"Oh——, that's it." Zhou Xing responded, and excitedly took out the script from the backpack that was placed aside and handed it to Gu Qing.He knew that as long as this script can catch Gu Qing's eyes, the matter of the male lead will not go away.