A king is like a cat

If you want to say that fate is really a mess, since Zhang Zhuoyun said the word "scroll" to Chen Hanyu, Chen Hanyu has never contacted Zhang Zhuoyun again, and it is certainly impossible to condescend to tell them with their majesty's personality. Chen Hanyu himself made him a Minister of Rites, and Zhuo Zhuo was thinking about finding an opportunity to ease the relationship between the two of them, but Chen Hanyu himself appeared in the crew.

Seeing that Chen Hanyu had almost finished chatting with the director and producer, Zhuo Zhuo immediately greeted him dog-leggedly, with a typical smirk of a standard entertainment agent: "Long time no see, Mr. Chen."

"Hey, Zhuo Zhuo, why are you here alone?" The singer Chen Hanyu smiled even brighter, showing a mouthful of big white teeth, bright and sunny.

As soon as these words came out, unless Zhuo Zhuo was deaf, no matter how stupid he was, he would be able to tell that Chen Hanyu was asking where his master was. "Isn't Zhuoyun filming in this group? I heard you're here. Let me come over and invite you to chat for a while. He's putting on makeup and can't leave."

Chen Hanyu let out a soft snort from his nose, although he felt a little bit unhappy, after all, he had been friends with Zhang Zhuoyun for many years, so he followed Zhuo Zhuo away.

"Zhuoyun, Mr. Chen is here."

Zhang Zhuoyun, who was putting on makeup, turned his head, Mr. Chen?What Mr. Chen?

"Heh, you look old with this make-up, you are not as handsome as yourself." Chen Hanyu pulled a chair to one side and sat down loudly.

As soon as the voice came out, Zhang Zhuoyun recognized it immediately, but the sound was gentle and magnetic, like an image of an elegant young man, but this man was too ostentatious, with a sharp-edged face, a tall and strong body, the Minister of Rites probably couldn't do it, the Ministry of War It is suitable, Zhang Zhuoyun raised the corner of his mouth and smiled: "It's not bad, I can barely see it."

"When will you get rid of your narcissism?" Chen Hanyu smiled, "You were too unkind last time, my brothers kindly invited you out, but you didn't give face. What's the matter, shouldn't you make up for it. "

"Yeah. There won't be any scenes with me in two days, so go out and get together."

"Then it's settled."

"What are you doing here?"

"Oh, they said they wanted me to sing the theme song, and come over to talk to the director today."

"Well, that's good." Let him be the Minister of Rites.

"You are busy here, I will withdraw first, there will be a dinner later."

"it is good."

As soon as Chen Hanyu left, Zhang Zhuoyun hooked his fingers at Zhuo Zhuo who was standing aside.

"What's wrong."

"There is something important."

"You say."

"Go and buy me some fast food that you took me to eat last time."

"..." Zhuo Zhuo shouted in his heart, you have an assistant!I am your agent, and I have a very high status!

"I don't worry about the food passing through other people's hands. You are... the person I trust the most."

When queuing up at KFC, Zhuo Zhuo looked up at the menu in front of him and almost shed tears. Eating KFC is a matter of trust or not.

"Here, your KFC, don't look at me, I understand, test the poison, right?" Zhuo Zhuo placed a large bag of hamburger, chicken legs, chicken wings, and fries on the table in the dressing room, and took a bite of each , dare to hand it to Zhang Zhuoyun.

However, after His Majesty had finished his meal, Longyan Joy was not there. Zhuo Zhuo thought about this process back and forth, and it seemed that there was nothing wrong?

It was not until today's filming was over that he returned home that His Majesty spoke to him for the first time since noon with a dark face.

"You gnaw too much on the chicken leg."

"..."

Zhang Zhuoyun doesn't have many roles, so the daily work arrangement is basically a waiting scene, and the first time can wait until the sky is dark and the ground is dark.It's rare that this master has no complaints, but has an extra elegant hobby, a hobby that the original Zhang Zhuoyun saw can scare corpses.That is to read history books, or the classical Chinese version.At first glance, it lasted a long time. Zhuo Zhuo was really not used to the combination of this face and the yellowed old book at first, and then gradually got used to it. After all, even the setting of the emperor in front of him was easily accepted.

Originally, when His Majesty was immersed in the sea of ​​books, Zhuo Zhuo could take a nap and play a mobile game to be lazy or something, but he would not be let off easily.Zhang Zhuoyun has a habit when reading books, that is, he likes to comment on himself, and he has to express his feelings after watching it. At this time, it is like Zhou Xingchi needs Wu Mengda, Zhao Benshan needs Song Dandan, Zhang Zhuoyun needs someone, a fan to express his approval.Although sometimes, the way this stupid fan expresses approval is a series of grunts.

"This general, huh, looks like a big and thick man. He really starts dancing after drinking two cups, and he can go to heaven after drinking three cups. You know the sky, he is the one who sees you can, why don't you go to the sky?" Zhang Zhuoyun pointed There is a yellowed portrait in the book. It is a big man with a thick back and a hunchback. His skin is as dark as the one who just escaped from a mine disaster. The grin is exaggerated.

"You sneaked onto Weibo again behind my back?! My ancestor, don't post anything weird." Zhuo Zhuo woke up from his sleep when he heard it, and quickly took out his mobile phone to log on to Zhang Zhuoyun Weibo, I didn't see any new and strange Weibo before I felt relieved.

"What do you know! I understand people's feelings through that scarf, do you understand?" Zhang Zhuoyun curled his lips in disdain and began to read the book seriously, "Hmph, you silly roe deer."

Zhang Zhuoyun is really getting more and more down-to-earth, and gradually understands how to get along with people around him in peace and harmony, but Zhuo Zhuo is getting more and more worried. First, he is worried about himself. As his full-time nanny when he was young, he threatened to go to the company to apply for a change of agent if something went wrong; second, he was worried that Zhang Zhuoyun was addicted to the Internet and went astray. One day the two of them were walking on the street, and Zhang Zhuoyun looked at the manhole cover Suddenly he laughed, pointed at the big dirty word and said to Zhuo Zhuo, "Look at how dirty it is."For Zhang Zhuoyun's abnormal development, Zhuo Zhuo felt deeply worried about his future.

"Little table, go out riding with Chen Hanyu and the others tomorrow, and you should follow along." Zhang Zhuoyun suddenly called Zhuo Zhuo late at night.

"Huh?... What?" Zhuo Zhuo, who was half asleep and half awake, couldn't hear what the other party was saying.

"I said, you will go out with me tomorrow!" Zhang Zhuoyun raised the decibel.

"You guys go out to play together, so I won't be an eyesore." Zhuo Zhuo propped up his upper body and leaned against the head of the bed and replied in a trance, "Besides, I don't know how to ride a horse either."

"I can teach you."

"Um...um...let's talk about it tomorrow...um..." The phone in Zhuo Zhuo's hand almost slipped under the bed.

"You might as well live here with me, so that you can spread the word easily." Zhang Zhuoyun said suddenly.

"Hmm..." Zhuo Zhuo, who was delirious, instinctively hummed a few times, and the phone fell under the bed, and hung up with a click.

Early the next morning, Zhang Zhuoyun asked his assistant to drive downstairs to Zhuo Zhuo's house to wait. Zhuo Zhuo went downstairs and looked at the car that he was so familiar with, and suddenly felt helpless.He wanted to use Zhang Zhuoyun's identity as the agent to meet a few more directors and screenwriters. What if someone caught his eye?Even if you don't like it, meet and chat with them. On the surface, they are working for Zhang Zhuoyun. Occasionally, they can secretly perform on the guise of asking experience and skills for Zhang Zhuoyun. But now, except for sleeping, Zhang Zhuoyun does not want him to accompany him almost all the time. .

"Let's go."

This "new" hobby that Zhang Zhuoyun suddenly developed, Chen Hanyu and others expressed that it was new and interesting and wanted to try it very much.

"A horse understands human nature, and the highest state of horse riding is the unity of man and horse..."

"Mr. Zhang, we're just here to have fun, and we're not going to become herdsmen." Xia Yi waved his hand to signal Zhang Zhuoyun to stop quickly, "You're not the only one here who has learned how to ride a horse in filming, and Xiao Linzi can too, right?"

Zhang Zhuoyun looked at the person who spoke, Zhuo Zhuo had taught him beforehand, he recognized this person as the second son of Xia Yunfei, the chairman of the company, and the Xiao Linzi in this person's mouth should be Lin Anyuan standing next to Chen Hanyu, Lin Anyuan Film and Television Song Miqi, although he is not as popular as Zhang Zhuoyun, but his strength far surpasses him, no, it should be said that he is his predecessor.

"I can't do it, I almost didn't get confided." Lin Anyuan smiled.

"Try all of them. It's rare that Mr. Zhang is interested in this kind of activity in broad daylight. Everyone will join in the fun." Bai Wenyin took Lin Anyuan in his arms and walked over to pick a horse.

Bai Wenyin has nothing to do with this circle. He works as an administrator in the university. He is a teacher, but he is actually forced into it by his father. He and Xia Yi are classmates, and he likes Lin Anyuan a little bit. He was forced to participate in their activities, and he became acquainted with them after coming and going. This person has no self-consciousness of the people's teachers at all, and is completely a scum among teachers.

"..." The group of people waited for the horses to be chosen and the rider in charge of guiding them, and they happily got on the horses and strolled away.Zhuo Zhuo looked at the horses in the stable and could only be in a daze. His imaginative mind was full of pictures of horses poking their hoofs like a revolving lantern.

"This one, it looks warm." Zhang Zhuoyun pointed to a horse and said to Zhuo Zhuo.

"Oh, let's do it."

As soon as Zhuo Zhuo got on the horse, he rubbed against the horse's belly with a little force, and the horse galloped away. Zhuo Zhuo was so frightened that he hugged the horse's neck quickly, and all the viscera were dislocated.

"Zhuo Zhuo, relax! Adjust to the rhythm of the horse, relax! Don't rein in the horse too tightly, it will throw you off if it feels uncomfortable!"

Zhuo Zhuo listened and adjusted slowly, and the horse also calmed down. As soon as the horse stopped, Zhuo Zhuo's feet slipped.

"What kind of entertainment is this? I can't do it anymore..."

Zhang Zhuoyun, who came to the rescue, just heard this sentence, and his expression changed subtly.