The road to movie stardom for those who eat melons

After a full sleep, Wenze woke up four hours later. His stomach was empty. It was time to soothe his stomach that was protesting solemnly. It was imperative to eat.

Wen Ze checked the time and saw that it was not yet dinner time. The idea of ​​eating in the hotel was ruined.

The best solution right now is the option of ordering takeout.

Wen Ze picked up his cell phone and clicked on a certain takeout app to search around for any delicious food that wasn't necessarily explosive in calories.

Stores with a rating lower than 4.8 are not included in Wenze's consideration. Who wants him to be naughty?

After looking over and over, I felt like my mouth was watering and I was even hungrier. I stopped worrying about what to eat and decisively ordered the hot pot takeout with the highest rating.

There is a reasonable mix of meat and vegetables, so the taste shouldn't be much different.

It is about two kilometers away from the hotel where I am staying, and the delivery time is half an hour, which is really fast.

Since I was so hungry, I decided to eat something to satisfy my cravings, otherwise I wouldn't have the energy to wait for takeout.

Fortunately, I brought some snacks with me, otherwise I wouldn’t even have anything to fill my stomach.

Wenze would have a snack from time to time, browse the v-blog to divert his attention, and enjoy the happy time of surfing the Internet.

The takeaway came on time, as if it was specially ordered. If it's too late, it's too late.

Wen Ze cooked the hot pot in an orderly manner and enjoyed the food slowly by himself.

It took more than an hour to eat and drink alone. There were some ingredients left. Wenze didn't want to waste them, so he packed them and put them in the refrigerator. I plan to buy a small plug-in pot online later, so I can cook some simple things.

There is no kitchen in Wenze's room, but there is a large square table, which can be said to be a dining table and can also be used for working.

Wenze felt that he had eaten too much and did not want to stay in the room all the time. He planned to go out to eat.

He wasn't going to leave the hotel, so he just walked around the corridor on the eighth floor for a walk after dinner.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he opened the door, he met an old acquaintance. Bao Yan, who was fully armed, was standing by the door. His manager Geng Di was standing beside him. His assistant Xiao Qian opened the door with his room card. There were two oversized suitcases beside him. .

Bao Yan and the others clearly heard the movement behind them. The atmosphere suddenly became stagnant, and there was a strange scene of eight eyes staring into small ones.

Wen Ze was the first to react, broke the stalemate, grinned and said, "Have you just arrived?"

Bao Yan and the others did not expect such a coincidence, and showed varying degrees of surprise.

Bao Yan's tired look was instantly replaced by surprise. He smiled and said, "As you can see, where are you going?"

"I just finished eating and wanted to take a walk in the corridor, and I happened to meet you. Isn't this fate?" Wen Ze answered truthfully. There was nothing to hide and nothing that could not be said.

Bao Yan couldn't bear it when he heard this. He came here after a long journey and only ate some bread to cushion his stomach. Wen Ze had an aroma that was hard to ignore. He sniffed his nose hard a few times and said with envy on his face: "You Have you just finished eating hot pot? I can smell the fragrance coming from you, and I am almost aroused by you."

The new manager Geng Di, who was standing next to Bao Yan, suddenly coughed and reminded him to pay attention to his words and actions.

Geng Di suddenly felt very tired. Bao Yan was really talking about everything. He had no words in his mouth and started talking about the situation: "Hello, Teacher Wenze, I am Bao Yan's manager Geng Di. I am very happy to meet you. No. I'm sorry, Bao Yan is more direct and easy to get along with. Please bear with me in the future." Don't forget to help Bao Yan to make up for it, he tried his best.

In fact, Geng Di didn't need to be so polite. The main reason for his behavior was that he didn't know that Bao Yan and Wen Ze had a good relationship.

Who can you blame? Of course it's the big-hearted person involved—Bao someone.

"Hello, Brother Wen." Xiao Qian is the one who smiles the happiest, like a steamed bun. This year has not been in vain.

Wenze was happy for Bao Yan. The new agent did not change in vain and was very protective of Bao Yan's image.

"Hello, Brother Geng, just call me Wenze. I can't bear the title of teacher." Wenze quickly smiled and waved his hands, raised his eyebrows and looked at Bao Yan who was watching the show, and gave him a punch. " You are really generous, why didn't you tell me that you won the role of Song Wei."

Bao Yan rubbed the place where he was beaten and said angrily: "We haven't seen each other for a long time. Why are you so violent? Don't you know how strong you are?"

"You didn't tell me in advance that you won the role of the male lead, He Fan. We are evenly matched, so no one can criticize the other."

When Bao Yan learned that Wen Ze had won the role of He Fan, the male lead in "Sprout", his shock was unspeakable and he felt that Wen Ze was hiding something deeply.

The reason why Bao Yan was able to win the role of Song Wei was thanks to his good brother. He had the opportunity to audition and was cast by director Fang Qian.

There is nothing wrong with this, and Wen Ze is not easy to refute, but he is not a person who gives up easily, so he argued: "I won't say it, because I signed a confidentiality agreement. Don't rush to refute me, I know you also signed it Okay, so how about we just let it go?"

Bao Yan felt that it was boring to argue over such a trivial matter, so he pretended to be reluctant and nodded and said: "Then it's up to you."

Geng Di, who was watching the whole process, felt like ten thousand alpacas were running through him. Are these two people so familiar? Why didn't anyone talk to him in advance? It made him so nervous. It was such a waste of his feelings.

I have to say that Wen Ze is really good-looking, and the conditions are beyond words. Well, how should I put it? His face is more delicate than his own artist, his skin is fairer and more translucent than his own artist, and he is even taller than him. His legs are really long.

These are all digressions, ahem, the truth cannot be told, just think about it in your mind, for fear of offending your own artist if you speak it out.

But wouldn't it be a bit bad if they kept standing in the corridor chatting, because someone might pass by at any time.

Although they didn't say any secrets that couldn't be told, it was really not a good idea.

Based on the starting point of Hello, Me, Everyone, Geng Di couldn't help but suggest: "How about you go into the room and continue chatting, it would be inconvenient to stay outside the door all the time."

Wen Ze and Bao Yan looked at each other, made a decision in their hearts, and said in unison: "Okay."

After saying that, Bao Yan walked towards Wenze, stopped on the left side of Wenze, turned around and said to his agent and assistant: "You can help me put my luggage in the room, and I can pack up my things before leaving. I'll go to Wenze's room." Let’s chat.”

"By the way, Xiaoqian, please give me the room card." He extended his right hand to Qian Duole.

Assistant Qian Duole obediently handed over the room card, as if I listen to you.

Geng Di was not surprised by this. During the time they spent together, he figured out Bao Yan's temper and behavior style and did not interfere too much.

"Go."

After polite greetings, the two doors closed almost simultaneously.

Bao Yan was not polite when he walked into Wenze's room. He looked around and thought it was just like that. Instead, he was greedy for the lingering hot pot aroma in the room.

So I found a comfortable sofa and collapsed, as if I was completely powerless.

"Brother, you're really hurting me. I can't stand the smell of hot pot. You're a big fan of spicy food, but I'm so pitiful that I haven't eaten. You said you can't go too far." Bao Yan stared at Wen. Ze's eyes complained loudly.

"Well, you can't blame me. If you had arrived more than an hour earlier, you would have caught up with this hot pot meal." Wen Ze felt that he was innocent and blinked his clear and bright eyes.

"You went too far and deliberately irritated my sensitive spirit. I don't care, you have to make it up to me. I want to eat hot pot, please give me some quickly." Bao Yan made the request confidently, looking like he had the biggest meal in the world. Staring straight at Wen Ze, as if to say, if you don't agree, I will keep staring.

What could Wen Ze do? He gave Bao Yan a helpless look, took out his cell phone and ordered a hot pot takeout for him.

Bao Yan is indeed a shameless person, and he did not forget to report a list of ingredients he wanted to eat: "I want to eat the bottom of the butter pot, beef, beef rolls, mutton rolls, tripe, yellow throat, tiger skin chicken feet, and enoki mushrooms." Two servings, some vegetarian dishes too, just take your time."

He added: "By the way, I want a bottle of Happy Fat House water, don't forget it."

Bao Yan thought about it carefully, seemed to remember something, and said feebly: "Thank you, brother."

Wen Ze raised his eyes and looked at Bao Yan. While helping him order takeout, he also handed him a bottle of mineral water. Whether he drank it or not was up to him.

Now that everyone agreed to the treat, Wenze prepared it conscientiously to prevent any omissions, and confirmed again: "I am sure there is nothing else I want to eat, then I will place the order."

"Wait a minute, I forgot to order dessert, give me a strawberry snow topping." Bao Yan loudly added a new menu to Wen Ze, and he didn't forget to swallow his saliva. He was really greedy.