Talking about the script? My dad is the overlord [Entertainment]

Sitting on the bed, the princess stared dumbfounded at the warm and ambiguous scene in the bathroom.

Those were two... men.

She was a little familiar with Ding Yang, and couldn't remember who he was for a moment, but how could she have mistaken the man who rushed in just now...?It was this realization that broke her down.

Qi Cheng...?How can it be?It's so dreamy.

The drunk on the bed began to moan, his consciousness was a little fuzzy, he seemed to be uncomfortable, and wanted to turn over and vomit, but Ding Yang's head rested on Qi Cheng's shoulder, seeing the drunk's movement, he was startled and wanted to struggle.

"Let go of me." Ding Yang said.

The faint smell of tobacco on Qi Cheng's body lingered in his nostrils, and the damp smell of wind and frost outside his clothes made Ding Yang feel at a loss for a while, and his eyes were difficult.

Qi Cheng ignored him and held him tighter.

"Do you know..." Qi Cheng's deep and hoarse voice sounded in Ding Yang's ears, full of complex and turbulent emotions, which made people think.

When he came back to the company, Ava happened to go out. Ava said that Ding Yang had gone to an endorsement business dinner. He was afraid that Ding Yang was not experienced in the world, so after thinking about it, he asked the driver to go with him, and the car parked outside to play by ear.

From eight o'clock to 09:30, he waited for more than an hour, but in the end he only waited for Ding Yang's trainee agent to come out.

Qi Cheng caught the man and asked, but the man's eyes were averted, and he just said, "Ding Yang was drunk and rested in the club and couldn't come back."

"I know, I know," Ding Yang grinned, his peachy eyes are extremely attractive, "Let's choose a time to hug, but now you are making so much noise, I'm afraid there will be paparazzi, let's go quickly."

Maybe it was because Ding Yang said "go", the drunk on the bed seemed a little restless in a daze, he seemed to be about to get up while dangling his arms, he muttered in his mouth: "Yang Yang... don't go, I'm fine like you……"

The princess was startled, her face turned pale, Ding Yang gave her a wink, she was also clever, quickly got up from the bed, stopped wearing high heels, and ran out secretly with her shoes on.

Qi Cheng suddenly let go of Ding Yang, and strode towards the bed.Ding Yang rubbed the back of his head and jumped off the sink, standing at the door of the bathroom, just in time to see Qi Cheng grabbing the drunk man's skirt, and slapped him hard on his face, which was flushed from the smell of alcohol. fist.

"Aw..." The man screamed in pain, and he came to himself.

Qi Cheng sneered, his eyes were icy cold, as soon as he pulled his tie, his beating action was chic and neat, without mercy.

"Qi, Qi, Qi Cheng..." The man recognized the person who made the move, his eyes were timid and flustered, and he began to beg for mercy with a crying face.

He pointed to Ding Yang on one side and said excitedly: "I... I didn't know he was yours... Yes, I'm sorry! I won't dare again!"

"Who says I belong to him?" Ding Yang walked over with a smile, saw the resentment flashing in the man's eyes, and kicked him hard.The matter has come to this point, everyone has been beaten, and there is not much difference between one blow and two blows.

"Ah!" the man howled.

"Let's go." Ding Yang tugged Qi Cheng's sleeve, and Qi Cheng also calmed down. Panting slightly, he pulled Ding Yang past him and walked out.

As soon as he left the hotel, the sound of hurried footsteps came from outside.

"Here, I just saw it! Qi Cheng! It's the deity! Absolutely!"

"Hurry up, hurry up! I just saw that his expression was wrong! It's a hotel again, something might have happened!"

"Maybe it's... catching an adulterer! Big news!"

Ding Yang's eyes flashed, and he was about to drag Qi Cheng to find a place to hide for a while, but Qi Cheng suddenly took off his windbreaker, and his movements were crisp and coherent.

Ding Yang was stunned, but Qi Cheng just pulled him over, put his clothes on Ding Yang's head, then put his arms around his shoulders and walked out.

Ding Yang smelled the faint familiar smell on the clothes, and was a little confused for a moment, he couldn't see anything, so he could only follow Qi Cheng.

Seeing that something was wrong, the driver drove over immediately. Qi Cheng saw the flashing lights behind him in the dark and excited faces, and his expression was extremely cold.

He opened the car door, let Ding Yang get into the car first, and then got into the car himself.

As soon as the car started, the reporters had already caught up and followed the car, sticking to the glass on both sides of the car. Qi Cheng frowned and told the driver not to stop, put his hand on the back of Ding Yang's head, and pressed his head down.

Ding Yang cannot be photographed.He had only one thought.Otherwise, according to the imagination of this group of reporters, tomorrow morning will be full of drafts such as "Ding Yang's private association, the unspoken rules of the spokesperson's high position".

As long as there is no stone hammer right now, he will let the team do public relations when he goes back, and the matter will be solved easily.

Ding Yang has been perceiving the external situation, suddenly being pressed by Qi Cheng, his face is close to his chest, and his whole body is momentarily stiff.

Perhaps the driver was timid, or the reporter was too reckless, Qi Cheng finally got angry, he opened the door and got out of the car, and glanced at the group of people coldly.The reporters outside were stunned for a moment, and unconsciously took a few steps back. Qi Cheng walked around to the driver's seat and signaled the driver to go down and replace him.

The spotlight flickered non-stop, Qi Cheng's face was handsome and cold.

The headlights of the car flickered, and Qi Cheng steered the car quickly out of the encirclement.

"There are no reporters." Qi Cheng glanced at the rear mirror of the car.

Ding Yang got out of the windbreaker when he heard this, and he was still in a joking mood: "I already thought of the hot search topic later: Qi Chengye will meet a mysterious woman, protect her from leaving."

"Do you know what the hot search title is now?" Qi Cheng had a thick smile on his face.

"What?" Ding Yang was stunned.

Qi Cheng chuckled twice: "I like Qi Cheng."

Ding Yang raised his head sharply, just in time to meet Qi Cheng's meaningful eyes in the rearview mirror, he opened his mouth, but finally felt that he had nothing to say, so he closed his mouth obediently sickly.

The driver on the side wanted to take a few pieces of facial tissue to plug his ears.

"Ava told you to go?" Qi Cheng asked with a frown.

"Well, but she told me to play it by ear, and come back if it doesn't work, I don't mean to see him unhappy..." Ding Yang recalled the photos in his mobile phone, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.

He felt a little bored, so he knelt on the back seat of the car and started looking for magazines. When he flipped through, a magazine fell down. Ding Yang stared at himself on the cover and was stunned.

That was the issue of Die Bian's "Merry".

On the cover, the young man was born to die, smiling calmly and shockingly.

Qi Cheng also noticed, his face was a little hot, but he still said calmly: "Qin Yang sent me a copy of the company's magazine."

Ding Yang smiled silently, and put the magazine back in its original place.

Qi Cheng's Bluetooth headset suddenly flickered.

"Hello? Birthday party?" Qi Cheng frowned.

Ding Yang was not interested in the content of the phone call at first, but Qi Cheng's next sentence made his expression freeze instantly.

"Hua Xun Company? Okay, I see, I will spare time to go."

Ding Yang subconsciously sat upright, and waited until Qi Cheng's Bluetooth headset stopped flashing before he said cautiously: "May I ask whose birthday it is?"

Qi Cheng was taken aback, but still explained to him: "Boss Hua Xun."

Ding Yang's heart skipped a beat.Although he is unworthy, he can remember his father's birthday clearly...

It's only March, his father's birthday, and it's the end of August...

"What's wrong?" Qi Cheng glanced at him suspiciously.

"No, just curious." Ding Yang pretended to be calm.

"By the way, where are we going?" He changed the subject.

"My house, I don't know if there will be a car following me. Go back to your residence first, and I will take you back later."

Ding Yang nodded, suddenly remembered something, and asked, "Which family are you?" Although he hasn't seen Aunt Zhao Xi for many years, there is no guarantee that he will not be recognized...

"The residence assigned by the company." Qi Cheng said, looking at Ding Yang with doubts in his eyes.

When we arrived at Qi Cheng's residence, the driver went to stop the car. When Qi Cheng opened the door, Ding Yang was stunned.

The furnishings in the house were exactly the same as when he first moved into the apartment, simple and impersonal.He didn't expect that the eldest son of the Qi family lived in the same place as an artist.

Ding Yang went in and joked with a smile: "So sympathetic to the people?"

"It's just a place to live." Qi Cheng smiled and shook his head.

Ding Yang originally wanted to ask him why he didn't go home, but when he thought of his mother's words, he swallowed the question on his lips.

"Huh?" Ding Yang looked at the targets in the living room and cried out in surprise.The target is fixed on the ground, obviously not a target for throwing darts, and the size of this target is about four times that of a dartboard.

Qi Cheng took off his coat, poured two cups of black tea, and came out of the kitchen. Seeing Ding Yang staring at the target, he explained: "Archer."

"Archery? Is that what I understand?" Ding Yang looked dazed, and began to make gestures. Qi Cheng nodded with a smile.

He handed Ding Yang a cup of steaming black tea, then put his own cup on the coffee table, bent slightly and rummaged through the cabinet on the side of the wall.

Ding Yang watched him take out bows, quiveres, and arrows one after another, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

It's fine if Qi Cheng goes to the archery hall to play this, it's okay to shoot arrows alone in a cold room, it's a bit creepy to think about.

Qi Cheng turned his head and met Ding Yang's eyes, as if he could see through his mind, and explained: "I have a hobby in high school." He likes the feeling that everything is under control. When the arrow flew out, he was full of excitement. Expected and confident.

"It was also from high school, and my parents didn't agree with it at that time, but when I moved out, I brought it here." Qi Cheng said later, his eyes dimmed a little.

Ding Yang felt deeply, and said with a smile: "Did they say that this hobby is useless and a waste of time?"

Qi Cheng was stunned for a moment, then nodded.Ding Yang's heart was complicated. At that time, he was playing in a band and doing group performances, and his father thought of him the same way.

"Why did you enter the entertainment circle?" Ding Yang asked suddenly.If he remembered correctly, the Qi family had only one son, and Qi Cheng had only one older sister, so Qi Cheng should inherit the family business logically.

After hearing what he meant, Qi Cheng smiled, and the answer he gave surprised Ding Yang: "Be rebellious."

Ding Yang was dumbfounded, only to hear Qi Cheng say with a half-smile, "I've been rebellious for a long time."

Qi Cheng came over, took the black tea from Ding Yang's hand, and put the well-arranged equipment to protect the tiger's mouth during archery on Ding Yang's hand, his movements were gentle and skillful, and his expression was serious.

"I didn't say I wanted to play." Ding Yang looked away uncomfortably.

Qi Cheng smiled softly, lowered his eyes and asked, "Which one do you prefer, the overlord or the actor?"