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Cheng Dong's schedule gradually became denser.The two pets in the family were probably the most affected.

Every day when Cheng Dong goes home, he is thrown into his arms by the egg yolk and acts like a spoiled child, while the preserved egg gnaws all over the cage, looking like he really wants to escape from prison.Cheng Dong had no choice but to ask Yuan Yinzhi, but the man showed a rather resistant expression when he heard about walking the dog and the park in the middle of the street.

Cheng Dong called the aunt who helped clean the house, but the other party rejected him because of time constraints, so he thought of Xiao Ji who lived nearby.

Xiao Ji moved the things that he couldn't put down in his rented house to Cheng Dong's house, and he is Cheng Dong's assistant, so he has a magnetic card for entering the house, and Cheng Dong is busy with a single thing recently, and there are not many trivial matters for Xiao Ji to deal with.

Yuan Yinzhi heard Cheng Dong talking on the phone with his assistant, and after talking about walking the dog, he said in a very natural tone: "Oh, hiking bag? Okay, I'll get it for you." Walking to the storage room, he came out. I always carry this pink mountaineering bag in my hand.

It's not Yuan Yinzhi's, nor Cheng Dong's.

Yuan Yinzhi glanced at the unconscious Cheng Dong: "Does your assistant have a magnetic card here?"

"Yeah." Cheng Dong answered absent-mindedly as he packed his things to go out.

"Still put her things here?"

"Oh, the house she rented is too small to fit a lot of things."

Yuan Yinzhi put the notebook on his lap aside: "So you have no self-awareness at all, is this my house and yours?"

Cheng Dong heard the other party's bad tone, and turned his head with some doubts.

He didn't know that there was a kind of person in the world who was as territorial as possessive. Yuan Yinzhi had already been pissed off. Cheng Dong gave the magnetic card to an inexplicable woman and added some messy things here. When he lived in the original Yin Zhi.

Cheng Dong remembered Yuan Yinzhi's eyes on that bottle of cheap champagne last time, and he frowned.

"And you plan to let him come and go here at will."

"I just wanted to ask her to help walk the dog."

"You don't have time to take care of it, so send it to a pet store."

Cheng Dong put his things down, he even forgot that he might be late.

"I apologize to you." Cheng Dongping said calmly, "The magnetic card was given to Xiaoji before you moved here. She is my assistant and sometimes needs to help me get things home. As for lending her the storage room , She never came to pick up things by herself, she asked me to get them, so I don't think it affects my life, but it affects you."

"I forgot the most important thing, this house is yours."

Yuan Yinzhi looked up at Cheng Dong, the young man looked calm, not angry, but there was something sharp in his eyes.

He smiled, stood up and touched the back of Cheng Dong's neck, and put his hand on the other's shoulder like this: "You want to quarrel with me?"

Cheng Dong didn't want to admit that Yuan Yinzhi's slap had a very weird effect, as if he scratched his chin with the egg yolk.

He looked up at Yuan Yinzhi: "You don't want to?"

"You apologized to me, didn't you?" Yuan Yinzhi said, "I will rent a bigger house for your assistant later. If you want to walk the dog, I still have time recently."

When Yuan Yinzhi said this, his attitude was modest, and Cheng Dong immediately felt that his association just now might be the heart of a villain, and Yuan Yinzhi didn't have that kind of intention to mock him and Xiao Ji.

"And this is not my house, it's mine and yours."

Cheng Dong was completely speechless, he felt that his crooked and untenable anger was blocked by Yuan Yinzhi with a few words.

And feel a little guilty about it.

After Cheng Dong left, Yuan Yinzhi opened the door of the storage room, looked at the pink and tender things inside, and called Zhai Jie.

Zhai Jie brought cardboard boxes and said while tidying them up, "Whose things belong to them? When did you change your gender and like women?"

Yuan Yinzhi glanced at her.

"It's a change of sexual orientation, referred to as transgender... Wait, the one found in the storage room must have been hidden by Cheng Dong, right? He raised a woman behind your back? No, he doesn't even have a salary now."

"It's his assistant." Yuan Yinzhi finally replied.

Zhai Jie buried her head in packing her things, and asked Yuan Yinzhi where to move, Yuan Yinzhi directly asked her to find a suitable single apartment and throw all her things into it.

Zhai Jie looked at him for a long time, then said: "Boss, you even take care of Cheng Dong's assistant, but you don't give him this house?

Yuan Yinzhi used to hire people, just like paying a deposit for buying things. In addition to allocating resources, there will also be actual material benefits. The meeting gift is a house and a car, and the breakup fee is like paying the balance. Don’t be entangled after the transaction is over. .But Cheng Dong didn't get anything except a set of top-level Bocheng contracts, not even a formal salary, and some expenses in the early stage of publicity were taken, because he was a newcomer, and every time he got it, it was only a few hundred yuan.

Cheng Dong was probably the cheapest one that Yuan Yinzhi had ever contracted.

Yuan Yinzhi didn't answer her, a little annoyed: "Take your things and leave quickly."

"Boss, what's your idea? No, you don't plan to pay the balance, do you?"

If you don't pay the balance, you won't break up.

"He's different from others." Yuan Yinzhi stood up and pushed the noisy woman into the elevator.

"Why is it different? Boss, tell me, how long are you going to do this time?"

Yuan Yinzhi pushed him into the elevator and pressed the door to close it.

"It could be a long time."

Zhai Jie laughed when she heard her boss mutter something uncertain.

The wind is turning.

Qiu Yuhuan and Cui Zhongshi decided to bring the entire music group of "Zebra" to the mountainous area in the southwest. The first version of "Zebra" had already tried ethnic-style soundtracks, but because the director grew up abroad, some exchanges and explorations were difficult to deepen.European and American musical theater players have a deep influence on jazz and rock, and do as the Romans do. Naturally, the country cannot follow suit, and must show local characteristics. Japan is good at adapting animation works to musicals, and what China can produce should be the nation.

The so-called national is the world. Whether it is a domestic opera school or a national song, there are too many things to dig. If you want to go beyond the original version of "Zebra", you must go deep.

But Cheng Dong couldn't say he was happy when he heard the news.

"It will take at least two months. If you go with me, it is absolutely impossible to catch up with the album schedule. I know that Bocheng has released the album news and has been doing promotion for you. You just need to get When the results come out, a delay of several months is a very serious matter, so I don't ask you to come." Qiu Yuhuan said, looking at Cheng Dong with his head hanging down, and continued: "If you go with the group, There will be no less things to learn. I am your master. I can teach you more along the way than in the classroom. I will spare no effort at any time. But when the performance of "Zebra" Your name will only be drowned in the list of many staff members, and your name will not appear in posters and publicity."

This man with a goatee and nearly fifty years old patted Cheng Dong on the shoulder: "Think about it yourself, we will set off next month."

At this time, the door of the theater was pushed open, and someone walked into the messy and turbid theater.

Cheng Dong didn't notice, he was still struggling with whether to stay and record the album, or go with the music group, until Qiu Yuhuan called him over.

Cheng Dong raised his head and saw a young man who was already sitting on the first row of seats, with his legs raised on the table. The light was dim, and the man put his hood on his head with his hand, as if he was going to sleep. I can't even see my face.

Qiu Yuhuan said to him, "This is the director, Chen Mu."

Cheng Dong walked into the other party, and the man stretched out a particularly thin and long hand, his skin was whiter than Yuan Yinzhi's, unhealthy and pale.

Cheng Dong shook hands with him and introduced himself, the man just glanced at him at the brim of the hood, then nodded and closed his eyes.

Really fell asleep on the spot.