Dedicated to the unfathomable gold master

110 one

Zheng He was worried, so he called Mr. Bai and insisted on telling him a story.

【what story? 】 Mr. Bai asked.

Zheng He groaned and groaned but didn't say anything.

Mr. Bai had no choice but to compromise: [Okay, just say it. 】

Zheng He rolled his eyes and said, "Once upon a time, in the distant forest, there were two cute little pigs..."

Mr. Bai chuckled lightly. [Tell me fairy tales in the middle of the night? 】

"Then do you listen?"

[Listen, let's talk. 】

"One of these two little pigs is pink and the other is blue.

One day, two little pigs had a fight.The pink piglet scolded: You pig!

The little blue pig was also very angry, shouting and retorting: You are the pig! "

After finishing speaking, Zheng He began to laugh non-stop.

To be honest, Mr. Bai didn't understand.

110 two

The story Zheng He told Mr. Bai was told to him by Song's producer before.

At that time, the producer of Song Dynasty was very heavy and asked Zheng He to find him when he returned to the hotel. Zheng He thought that there was some change in the play "Spring Tribulation" and that his scene needed to be changed.

After Producer Song spit out the story word by word with a gloomy face, Zheng He's forehead broke out in cold sweat.

what does he mean?Do you think your acting is not good enough?Or is something wrong?Pig, replace me?

Zheng He was thinking wildly.

"What do you think of the story?" Producer Song asked.

"Very good... very good." Zheng He reluctantly praised.

Producer Song pondered, and said, "Then why don't you laugh?"

"Haha...haha." Zheng He laughed dryly, dripping with sweat.

Producer Song told the truth: "You said I told this story to Young Master Cheng, would he laugh?"

……

Ciao, can you keep me from getting involved in the matter of the couple?

110 three

Because of filming, Zheng He has not seen Mr. Bai for nearly two months.

Therefore, Zheng He stalked Mr. Bai's secretary Sang Bei to take a photo every day and send it to himself.

Sang Bei was pestered by Zheng He with phone calls every half hour for four days, and finally surrendered, bowing his head to the evil forces.When he told Mr. Bai about this, Mr. Bai raised his eyebrows slightly, with a hint of joy on his face.

"What did he tell you?" Mr. Bai asked.

"Take a picture of you every day and send it to him." The serious Sang Beijun twitched.

"Oh..." Mr. Bai replied softly, pointed his finger on the table, and smiled gently: "How many photos have you sent?"

"This is the first day."

Mr. Bai stretched out his hand and said, "Give me the way you can contact him, and don't worry about this kind of thing from now on."

Sang Bei obediently handed over the phone to Mr. Bai.

Mr. Bai fiddled with the address book and found Zheng He. When he looked up, Sang Bei was still in the office, so he asked, "Do you have anything else to do?"

Sang Bei's body was stiff, and his face was a little red: "You have my mobile phone in your hand... Will the company reimburse you?"

Mr. Bai smiled very appropriately.

Sang Bei went out quietly and closed the door.

The next day, a brand new mobile phone appeared on Sangbei's desk.

110 four

The photos that Zheng He waited so hard for were finally sent.

Zheng He happily sent thank you to Sang Bei several times, and clicked on the photo——

A handsome, shirtless man with piercing eyes.

Who the hell is this?Zheng He Black Line.

[Sangbei Sangbei!I want Mr. Bai's! ! ! ! ! 】

Sang Bei replied with just two words: [Hehe. 】

Zheng He collapsed all of a sudden.

The melancholy Sangbei encountered in this melancholy afternoon was too disturbing.

After a while, another photo was sent.

Zheng He thought that Sang Bei found out that he had made a mistake and sent it again, so he was happy again, and clicked on the photo——

A big radish was peeled off and lay pitifully on a wooden board.

you fucking! !

Zheng He held his breath in his chest.

He replied: [Sang Bei, you are obviously two years younger than me, okay!Molested uncle is shameful! ] On the other side, Mr. Bai smiled happily when he saw the text message.

Clearly, he was having a great time.