A king is like a cat

After the film was finished, Zhuo Zhuo was still thinking about how to plan a new development route for Zhang Zhuoyun, but he received an invitation from director Wu Yi. He was both happy and surprised. Wu Yi is a god in China and has a place in the world. He At this time, throwing an olive branch is like adding wings to Zhang Zhuoyun's development, but the subject matter of this movie...

"Tsk, how should I put it... He will definitely be furious, untouchable, untouchable, actually insulting me... That's it... Oh, it's so annoying, this is director Wu Yi, what if Zhang Zhuoyun feels offended and refuses, what should I do? Can I play it..." Zhuo Zhuo babbled as if lying on the sofa alone.

"The evil spirits are scattered." Zhang Zhuoyun came out of the kitchen with a smile and patted Zhuo Zhuo's head.

"Well, let's make an agreement first. You can't be rude after listening to what I'm going to tell you." Zhuo Zhuo thought about it and said it first, and then figured out a countermeasure based on Zhang Zhuoyun's reaction.

"Ah."

Zhuo Zhuo told about Director Wu Yi's invitation to play.

"Well... yes." Zhang Zhuoyun replied after a little thought, "If the director is really as good as you said, I will follow."

"Have you thought it through?" Zhuo Zhuo asked in disbelief.

"Are you afraid that I would mind acting as a broken sleeve?" Zhang Zhuoyun asked back.

It's not just fear, it's frightening to death, Zhuo Zhuo nodded fiercely without concealing it.

"Don't you often say that you want to dedicate yourself to art? What's more, what about the broken sleeve?"

Zhuo Zhuo looked at Zhang Zhuoyun's expression of "broken sleeves are normal, don't make a fuss", and suddenly remembered the records and descriptions of sympathy in various books in ancient my country, and couldn't help feeling that ancient times were really human and enlightened.

"Wait a minute, are you going somewhere else?" Zhang Zhuoyun was a little unhappy.

"Acting means running around, going abroad is commonplace." Zhuo Zhuo said solemnly.

"Are you following me too?" Zhang Zhuoyun looked at Zhuo Zhuo with twinkling eyes.

"Me? I don't want to follow you, the assistant can just follow. I still have work here, besides, I still need to continue to contact you to do work." However, what's the matter with your eyes, how do I feel Will you be able to shed tears by flicking your eyelashes twice in the next second?Thinking of this, Zhuo Zhuo felt a little bit reluctant.

"I'm definitely not used to you not being by my side." Zhang Zhuoyun lowered his head after finishing speaking.

Zhuo Zhuo couldn't see Zhang Zhuoyun's expression, so he made up a melancholy image of Liren in his brain, and his heart immediately felt astringent.

"Who will buy food for me?" Uncle Zhang added.

Zhuo Zhuo: "..." Starve you to death, you suffer from the Second Second Disease!Thinking about someone poisoning you all day long.

There is still some time before the filming of the new drama starts, but I just invited the director to the company to discuss the contract on the weekend. In fact, Zhuo Zhuo is still a little uneasy. That's Wu Yi, that's Wu Yi, what if he sees our Zhuoyun? What should I do if I am pleasing to the eye or see through the essence of his being an idiot.Zhuo Zhuo felt that he was getting used to the role of Zhang Zhuoyun's mother more and more, wait, what the hell is our family Zhuoyun!Who belongs to our family!

"What do you think of this dress? It seems a little too casual. How about brown, will it not be eye-catching enough?"

It was rare for Zhang Zhuoyun to look at the turned-up closet without expressing any opinions, so he just sat on the head of the bed in a daze.

"This maroon coat, I think you look a lot younger when you wear it. Of course, I didn't say you are very old now. The maroon is so good, what a temperament, the old Qian's next door to my house the day before yesterday My son wears this color when he goes out on a blind date. It is said that he could only chat with a girl for 2 minutes before he was dumped. Last time he went to chat with a girl and drank a bottle of Coke, the 1.5L one...." Zhuo Zhuo said As he was talking, no one interrupted him, and he felt very uncomfortable. He looked at Zhang Zhuoyun who had been silent since he entered the door today, and felt the strange atmosphere in the room.

"What's wrong with you?" Zhuo Zhuo put down the clothes in his hands and sat opposite Zhang Zhuoyun.

"..." Zhang Zhuoyun still didn't respond, staring blankly at the unknown distance.

"Your Majesty? Your Majesty..." Zhuo Zhuo stretched out his hand and waved it in front of his eyes.

"Don't call me Your Majesty." Zhang Zhuoyun slapped away the hands that were constantly waving in front of his eyes, roared angrily, then got up suddenly, and slammed the door of the bathroom in the bedroom.

Zhuo Zhuo, who was a parent for the first time, was confused, what to do when the child lost his temper and locked himself in the toilet, waiting online.

Before Zhuo Zhuo came up with any parenting tricks, the bathroom door opened again with a bang. If Zhuo Zhuo could imagine what he saw next, he would definitely, definitely take out his mobile phone to record this eternal scene.

His Majesty, his eyes were red from crying, a well-developed man of 185+ just threw himself into his arms, and started crying, wait, don't wipe your nose too!That dress is expensive!

"Small... small table..." Zhang Zhuoyun said intermittently while crying, "I... I... died."

"Ah?" Zhuo Zhuo was stunned for a second, and he didn't realize until he saw the old history book in front of the bed. He probably saw that he died thousands of years ago.But he had never experienced this before, and he didn't know how to comfort the older child in front of him, so he could only stroke his back over and over again, letting him wipe his snot, tears, and saliva all over himself.

"Look... I... I'm dead." Zhang Zhuoyun struggled to stand up, his handsome face was covered with snot and tears, he picked up the history book beside the bed, and turned to his side After all, the deity has traveled here, so there are only a few short lines and a portrait in the history books.

Zhuo Zhuo followed him to look at the book, why does this portrait look familiar?

This is not... This is not the bun seller...Wait, that's not a self-portrait last time!

Zhuo Zhuo was startled suddenly, and felt that it was not easy for him to survive to this day, so he patted Zhang Zhuoyun's back lightly: "Oh, dear, don't cry, don't cry."

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