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three hundred and one

Zheng He's belly was so full that he would sit on the sofa and watch TV as soon as he entered the door.

Mr. Bai tugged at him: "Get up, it's time to accumulate food."

"No." Zheng He was lazy and unwilling to move.

Mr. Bai stopped talking and looked at Zheng He quietly. Zheng He watched the TV. After a few seconds, he finally couldn't hold it anymore: "Okay, okay, I can't go for a walk."

Mr. Bai patted Zheng He's head with satisfaction.

The huskies squeezed into the room and saw their parents coming home. They ran over and yelled in a low voice, enthusiastically biting Zheng He's trousers.

Zheng He touched the husky twice, and his clean hands were immediately covered with dust. Zheng He looked disgusted: "Where did you go crazy? How did you get so dirty?"

Husky snorted.

Mr. Bai stood outside the window, and saw a white mass from the corner of his eye. Looking down, he happened to see Schnauzer sitting on the ground, looking up at the window here. He smiled and waved to Schnauzer. Nari replied with two barks.

Zheng He heard the sound, walked over and looked down: "Yo, that dog is so beautiful."

Mr. Bai said: "It is the husky's dream lover."

Shagou retorted: "Wow!" We are just good friends now.

Zheng and Bai ignored the huskies circling around them and continued chatting. Zheng He said, "Then the husky should have gotten what he wanted now? His dream lover is still waiting downstairs."

Mr. Bai thought for a while, then shook his head: "Probably not, that's a male dog downstairs."

"What's wrong with the male dog?" Zheng He replied indifferently: "We are both male."

"Do you treat all dogs like you?" After Mr. Bai finished speaking, he realized that this sentence seemed to be a curse, and changed his words: "You treat yourself like a dog..." It seemed wrong: "You treat yourself like a dog and you can Same……"

Three hundred and two

Director He didn't know that Zheng He was followed by a giant Buddha until the fourth day of the broadcast of "Happy Enemy".

After handing over the sub-frame script in his hand to the assistant director, Director He asked Zheng He to leave, and took him to the waiting room to find Mr. Bai.

Zheng He thought that it was not his turn to end this time, and there were still two more scenes to stop work. Seeing that Director He walked to the lounge without saying a word, he understood.Oh, dare you, this is not directed at yourself.

In the room, Mr. Bai was wearing the white shirt that Zheng He took out for him this morning, covered with the thin quilt that Aaron brought over a few days ago, and resting on the pillow Zheng He used to sleep during his rest time, looking relaxed.

Mr. Bai moved the book down: "Darling, have you finished filming?"

Director He subconsciously thought that Mr. Bai was calling him, and said, "Bai..."

Zheng He walked towards Mr. Bai: "Not yet, there will be two more scenes in a while, and the night scene in the next episode will be filmed at the end. It will be finished in one or two o'clock."

Director He shut his mouth awkwardly.

Only now did Mr. Bai see other people in the room: "Director He, long time no see."

Director He flirted with his hair flirtatiously: "It's all Ahe's fault, Bai Xiansen has been expecting it for so long, but he didn't even say a word, I hate it!"

Zheng He was surprised: "Mr. Bai is here, why should I tell you?"

Director He gave Zheng He a wink: "How can you sue Xu Nai for such a delicate relationship!"

Zheng He glared at Mr. Bai, mouthing: you, and, he, have, thing?

Mr. Bai, who was innocently victimized, smiled and shook his head: "Meet us for the second time."

Director He asked curiously: "What the hell are you going to meet? Oh, are you meeting Bai Xiansen here? Yes, we are sure to meet for the first time."

As Zheng He listened to Director He's strangled Mandarin, the roots of his teeth began to ache again.

At the same moment, Mr. Bai made an inconspicuous movement—supporting his chin with his hands and covering his teeth.

Three hundred and three

Actors have a little habit before filming. For example, Tao Jie will take a deep breath before starting the machine, Chen Bingran will definitely take off the ring on his hand unless it is needed in the play, and Zheng He's habit is particularly special.

Director He invited Mr. Bai to the front of the play to watch the actors filming.

Mr. Bai sat on the chair, and his eyes fell directly on Zheng He.

Zheng He was wearing a thin undershirt in the temperature of eight degrees above zero at the moment. In order to show that he was sweating, the makeup artist was rubbing the water-repellent protective layer on him and spraying water mist on the cleaned area.

Zheng He's lips turned white from the cold.

"They are?" Mr. Bai pointed to the past.

Cheng Shao said: "Oh, the plot of Zheng He's end is that he has to run across the entire street in the scorching sun to deliver the heroine the letter from the heroine to him."

Mr. Bai frowned: "He worked so hard...it turned out to be delivering letters to others."

Cheng Shao dared to bet on his head, Mr. Bai was in a bad mood at the moment: "It's just a character in the play, the character in the play is not Zheng He."

Zheng He on the other side finally finished putting on his make-up, made a kiss gesture to Mr. Bai, took the water from the table beside him, and poured it down in one gulp.

"What does he drink water for?" Mr. Bai continued to ask.

Cheng Shao was also confused: "I don't know, are you thirsty? Then you don't need to drink a bottle, do you?"

Three hundred and four

Wearing a suit custom-made for him by his eldest sister, Wang Jie held the husky that Zheng He had painted on with his left hand, and a large group of lily flowers in his right hand. He approached the ward in the eyes of the nurses.

Ouyang Zhi lay quietly on the bed, his gauze-covered eyes could no longer see the world.

Wang Jie threw the brightly blooming flowers in the vase directly into the trash can, inserted the lily in his hand, found a chair and sat down on his own, and asked, "Are you awake?"

Ouyang Zhi didn't make a sound, but Bai Jing's hand moved slightly.

Wang Jie continued: "I know you are awake, do you still remember me? Listen to the man's voice on the phone," he lowered his voice: "...Hello."

Ouyang Zhi's hands trembled violently.

In the middle of the night, it was pitch black.

In the alley next to the bar downstairs of BEACHER.

Walking through a dirty condom that still had liquid and a road full of black oil stains, Ouyang Zhi covered his mouth, suppressing the gastric juices that kept coming up because of his fear, thinking about what Sang Bei said just now.

Ouyang Zhi, who was lying on the ground, had just had his stomach washed, heard this sentence in a daze, and opened his eyes wide.

Sang Bei ignored Ouyang Zhi who was struggling to get up, took out a check folder and wrote a reasonable number, tore it off and stuffed it into Ouyang Zhi's shirt pocket, saying, "Let's go."

Sudden!Ouyang Zhi's cell phone rang.

"Jingle Bell……"

Ouyang Zhi's footsteps stopped, and he just stepped on a condom, and the liquid in the condom burst out and splashed onto his shoes.

Ouyang Zhi was so disgusted that he was about to go crazy, he took out his mobile phone, and when he saw that the caller ID was an unfamiliar number, he said in a vicious tone, "Who are you?"

A man's deep voice came from the phone, "Hello."

"Crap! Who the hell are you! Can you speak human language?"

The man still said that: "Hello."

"I rely on your uncle!" Ouyang Zhi hung up the phone, threw the phone on the wall next to him, and continued to walk out of the alley.

And what happened outside the alley is a past that he doesn't want to recall in this life.

……

Wang Jie pointed at Ouyang Zhi's gauze-covered face, and asked with a smile, "He heard that your face was disfigured here, and you can't even repair it. Is it true?"

"Do you want to know why I did this?"

Wang Jie's gaze gradually turned cold: "Anyone who offends Mr. Bai deserves to die."

Three hundred and five

Zheng He's scene of running is really tragic.

The total length of the temporarily built streets does not exceed 15 meters. He just needs to run out to feel desperate, but he doesn't know whether there is something wrong with his legs or his arms. The exact same movements don't matter to him Slowly, like acting.

NGNo. 16 times, this time there is no need for a makeup artist to put on tops. He sat on the chair steaming and panting heavily, with sweat dripping down his forehead.

Mr. Bai felt a little distressed, he knew how lazy Zheng He was, he was a master who didn't even want to pour a glass of water at home, and now he worked so hard for a shot of less than three seconds.

Cheng Shao handed Zheng He a towel and asked, "How are you? Can you take another photo after a 10-minute break?"

Zheng He wiped his face: "Okay, I can finish the filming in one go. Hey, where is the action teacher? Let him teach me again."

Mr. Bai stood next to Zheng He and instructed: "Did you raise your legs too high, it always feels a bit asymmetrical."

"Wouldn't it be a feeling of exertion if the legs are too high?" Zheng He asked.

Mr. Bai shook his head: "Most people control the angle of about [-] degrees when running, besides, you are a man with lower flexibility, it is impossible to run like this, why don't you try to lower it for the next game, and shoot it out See how it feels."

Zheng He listened to what he said, and he practiced well down there. When it was time to turn on the machine, it started over there. This Zheng He ran out, and something went wrong——

He won't move his legs anymore!

After running for a few steps, his left and right legs squeaked and fell to the ground as if they had been cramped. He quickly got up and ran a few more steps, and slapped again.

Mr. Bai sighed straight away. If he had known that Zheng He's limbs were uncoordinated to this extent, he would not have told him.

Zheng He scrambled and scrambled and finally finished filming the trick. Aaron went up with peroxide water and a cotton swab to see where he was injured just now, so he could apply it. Zheng He was limped back and patted on his body. Ashes, there is not even a single wound.

Cheng Shao joked: "I thought you were only thick-skinned. It turns out that the skin in other places is also thick, and you can't get hurt even if you fall. Hey, when you say that mosquitoes bite you, will your mouth be crushed too?" Crooked?"

Zheng He gave Cheng Shao a blank look: "A dog can't spit out ivory, can you say something to comfort me, after falling so many times, I'm not hurt but it hurts."

"You deserve it, who told you not to do it once." Cheng Shao continued to make sarcastic remarks.

Director He coughed and coughed twice, rewinding the video just now, and said, "Let's talk about Mr. Zheng and Mr. Sen once."

Zheng He was surprised: "It's over now? How did you get through it? My acting is so bad."

Director He smiled maliciously: "Cut out the previous film, and the effect will continue to drop." Zheng He suddenly realized: "Did you have this plan in the beginning? I said why there are only two Where's the machine?"