second benefactor

The two brought back a lot of new seeds from City B. As soon as Ye Ziyou got home, he started to get busy with his serious business. He was not in the mood to worry about Tan Sheng at all. When Ye Ziyou's seeds are all arranged, Tan Sheng's script is also almost ready, and there is no major problem as long as it is perfected in the follow-up.

Ye Ziyou still didn't let go of the matter of being the leading actor, and was so entangled with him that he couldn't help it, so he simply put this matter aside and started looking for investment.

The little money he made before is not enough to make this movie—and Ye Ziyou’s money is not enough, so he can only try his best to increase investment and find big companies, so Tan Sheng began to run around on various banquets, I haven't been able to meet Ye Ziyou for a long time.

After all, it was almost early morning when he came back at night, so in order not to disturb Ye Ziyou, he basically slept on the sofa.

Only this night, the night was extremely dark, and the cry of frogs could be faintly heard outside the window. Ye Ziyou turned over and suddenly woke up. He heard the sound of someone opening the door, and sat up in a daze.

Immediately afterwards, there was the sound of locking the door, and Ye Ziyou could hear Tan Sheng from the sound of footsteps sensitively.

The other party seemed to be doing something in the kitchen, and there was a thumping sound, Ye Ziyou sighed, stood up and pushed open the bedroom door, as expected, he saw Tan Sheng groping for instant noodles in the dark.

Ye Ziyou pressed the switch in the living room, and his sight suddenly brightened. Tan Sheng turned his head in shock, and looked at Ye Ziyou with wide eyes: "Are you awake?"

"What do you want to eat?" Ye Ziyou walked in his direction.

"Go to sleep, I'll just eat whatever I want."

Only then did Ye Ziyou smell the strong smell of alcohol on the other party's body, and he frowned: "Drinking again? You didn't eat or drink?"

Tan Sheng laughed: "Why, do you feel distressed?"

Ye Ziyou ignored him, turned on the stove and put some oil in, and he cracked an egg swiftly: "Egg noodles?"

"Okay." Tan Sheng stood aside to watch his movements.

Ye Ziyou is actually very good-looking when he cooks. He moves swiftly, and the dishes he cooks are full of color, fragrance, and great visual impact. In addition, he does not cook like ordinary people, but with ease. It doesn't look like cooking. Food, but it seems to be engaged in art.

Tan Sheng used to hate going into the kitchen, but now he always likes to stay by Ye Ziyou's side and watch him cook, no matter how nice he looks.

Tan Sheng took an apple, took a crisp bite, and said, "Don't tell me, drinking on an empty stomach really hurts your stomach."

Ye Ziyou paused, turned to look at him, and said seriously, "Don't do this again."

"I can't help it." Tan Sheng shrugged, "I can't tell them when I want to drink, let me eat something first, anyway, I begged them to invest in me, tsk... don't you have to be humble What?" Although there is a big Buddha like his father, he can't get out of his breath, but it's okay to pretend to be pitiful in front of Ye Ziyou.

Ye Ziyouqiecai's speed was a bit faster, and he remained silent until the noodles went down, and he opened his mouth: "The body is your own, you don't care about it, and no one else can do anything about it."

It was only then that Tan Sheng felt a bit of anger from the other party's words, and suddenly felt that the uncomfortable feeling in his stomach disappeared, and immediately said cheerfully: "Are you feeling sorry for me?"

Ye Ziyou didn't answer.

Tan Sheng insisted on pressing him in front of him to answer, and pinched his wrist and said, "Huh?"

Ye Ziyou looked at him seriously: "Everyone has stomach problems more or less, so you must take good care of them at ordinary times. If you don't pay attention, the stomach problems may get worse in the future. At that time, you just want to pay attention to it." There is no other way."

"..." Tan Sheng sighed, "Okay, I see, you admit that you care about my death?"

Ye Ziyou glanced at him lightly: "I care about you."

Tan Sheng: "..." A complex emotion flashed in Tan Sheng's heart.

The egg noodles are very delicately made by Ye Ziyou. The chewy noodles come out of the pan and fall into the bowl, with ginger, onion, garlic and other seasonings, and finally sprinkle a layer of hearty olive oil on the noodles. The aroma is almost instantly evoked. Talking about Sheng's appetite, he immediately took the bowl and stuffed it into his mouth.

Seeing his appearance, Ye Ziyou gave a rare smile and said, "Is it delicious?"

Tan Sheng blinked, stared blankly at his smile, and finally recovered after a while: "...delicious."

Ye Ziyou looks so pretty when she smiles—maybe it’s because she doesn’t smile often, so she’s especially amazing when she smiles.

It was only then that Tan Sheng realized belatedly that Ye Ziyou actually likes to cook. For example, if someone praised the food he cooked during a meal, he would feel better and his eyes would be brighter. Meaning some pleasure.

Tan Sheng had a vague sense of transparency as if he had knocked on the door of Ye Ziyou's heart.

He poked the noodles and asked, "It's so delicious, can you make it for me for a lifetime?"

Ye Ziyou was taken aback for a moment, and then looked away in embarrassment. He rarely had such moments of emotional leakage, let alone the current situation of standing up in a hurry.

Ye Ziyou walked towards the house quickly, his hands and feet were almost on the same side, and his tone became stiff: "I'm sleeping."

Tan Sheng smiled: "Good night."

The bedroom door was shut with a bang.

After Tan Sheng ate a whole bowl of noodles and washed the dishes, he tiptoedly opened the bedroom door and walked in. Ye Ziyou was lying on one side of the bed, looking as if he was asleep. Tan Sheng was like an old man who took advantage Hooligan, rubbed against his side, lay down, and covered the quilt again, the whole movement was smooth and smooth, without any difficulty.

Ye Ziyou didn't seem to wake up either.

Tan Sheng stretched out a hand intentionally and put it on the other side's waist.

After taking a bath, Ye Ziyou had a very faint fragrance of shower gel on his body. Tan Sheng liked to smell his body so much that he couldn't help getting closer.

Tan Sheng also felt that he was quite nonsense. He had known Ye Ziyou not long ago, and the other party was still a man. Why did he feel that he couldn't put it down...

Tan Sheng gently kissed Ye Ziyou's hair, and said in a low voice, "I'm serious."

"Really." He added.

What Tan Sheng didn't know was that after he said these words, Ye Ziyou's curled eyelashes moved slightly, but he didn't open his eyes, but pretended that he was in a deep sleep.

Although the beating of the heart is already a little too much.

Ye Ziyou attributed this to Tan Sheng's "too flirtatious", and he used to be a flirtatious girl.