What bad thoughts can a double have?

Ten minutes later, Wei Cheng arrived late.

Having been in the entertainment industry for so many years, Wei Cheng and Zhou Ming have known each other before, but they are just acquaintances, and today is the first time to formally sit together for dinner.

Wei Cheng pointed to Song Chengyuan, and asked Zhou Ming: "Do you feel that what this guy said is not very reliable?"

Zhou Ming shook his head: "No, it's just that what he said was too sudden, and I need time to think about it."

"It is necessary to think carefully." Wei Cheng said while eating hot pot, "I was deceived by this guy's simple appearance, and then I got on the boat of being his manager. He was so angry that he lived at a young age as if he was going to retire, he didn't take any job, he just wanted to eat, drink and have fun."

Zhou Ming looked at Wei Cheng suspiciously, thinking that Wei Cheng would persuade him to agree.

Wei Cheng continued: "But you don't have to worry about money. Anyway, this kid has a lot of money. If you really sign a contract with him, he won't treat you badly."

Song Chengyuan scooped a few balls from the pot and threw them into Wei Cheng's bowl: "You should eat quietly."

Zhou Ming smiled awkwardly.

"By the way, I saw you talking to director Zhao Hongwen for a long time at the venue, do you know each other?" Wei Cheng asked Song Chengyuan.

Song Chengyuan: "Yes, he wants to ask me to make a movie."

Wei Cheng showed joy, but Song Chengyuan said before he was happy, "But I refused."

"Why?" Wei Cheng was about to go crazy, "Do you know how many people were desperate to act in Director Zhao's play, but you turned it down?"

He felt that if he continued to be Song Chengyuan's manager, he might be angry and lose ten years of life.

"Although I didn't agree to play the role, I asked Zhao Hongwen for a second male role." Song Chengyuan once again threw out the bait to Zhou Ming, "If you agree to sign with my company, the role will probably be yours .”

The second male lead in Zhao Hongwen's movie... The conditions are so good, Zhou Ming really couldn't help but be moved.

After the three of them finished eating, there were still a lot of dishes left on the table, Song Chengyuan called the waiter to pack the leftovers.

In order to avoid the paparazzi outside, they walked separately, Zhou Ming left first, Song Chengyuan and Wei Cheng got up and left after ten minutes.

"I don't think there is any need to avoid suspicion at all. We are both men, so it's okay to have a meal together." Sitting in the car back, Song Chengyuan couldn't help but said to Wei Cheng, "Besides, Zhou Ming is already married. What kind of gossip can there be between the two of us?"

He felt that Wei Cheng was being too careful.

"I'm afraid that Zhou Ming's company will detect any clues." Wei Cheng said, "Besides, you are in the limelight now, so you have to be careful in everything you do."

Song Chengyuan sighed helplessly: "I don't know when I will pass my breath."

Wei Cheng: "..."

Back home, Song Chengyuan was surprised to find that Qin Shaohui was also at home.

"President Qin, why are you here?" Qin Shaohui seldom spends the night with him, and every time he comes here, he would greet him in advance, why did he come here without saying hello today?

Song Chengyuan was still wearing the clothes for the party, Qin Shaohui sized him up from the beginning to the end, and finally his eyes fell on the handbag in his hand: "What is this?"

"Uh." Song Chengyuan showed him the hot pot restaurant logo that was packaged and bagged, "I ordered too much hot pot at night, and I packed up the unfinished ones and brought them back. You can't waste it."

"It's quite frugal." No wonder he felt that Song Chengyuan had a strange smell, which turned out to be hot pot.

"I smell like hot pot, go take a shower first." He said with a little disgust.

Song Chengyuan: "Okay."

Putting the packed dishes into the refrigerator, Song Chengyuan bounced to the bathroom to take a shower.

Ten minutes later, Song Chengyuan came out of the bathroom and found that Qin Shaohui was studying the lollipop he put on the coffee table.

Song Chengyuan liked to smoke very much in his previous life, but because he smoked too much, he had some lung problems and often coughed, so now he decided to quit smoking and eat a lollipop every time he wanted to smoke, so he specially prepared it at home A lot of sugar.

Qin Shaohui picked a lollipop he liked from a bunch of lollipops, peeled it off and put it in his mouth, and asked him casually, "Do you like candy?"

Song Chengyuan hummed.

Qin Shaohui tasted it for a while, and finally threw Bangtangtang into the trash can in disgust: "It's not good, it smells like saccharin. Eating too much of this kind of candy is bad for your throat. I know a friend who makes handmade candies. , ask him to bring some over for you to eat some other day."

"Thank you, Mr. Qin." Song Chengyuan thanked him with a smile, halfway through the smile, he suddenly remembered that Qin Shaohui didn't like his smile, so he quickly suppressed his smile.

Qin Shaohui chatted with him: "What work arrangements do you have next?"

Song Chengyuan shook his head: "There are no arrangements for now."

Qin Shaohui felt that something was wrong: "You are just popular now, there should be a lot of resources to take the initiative to find you."

"There are quite a few, but I didn't take my fancy." Song Chengyuan yawned lazily.

Qin Shaohui: "Shall I introduce some resources for you?"

Song Chengyuan hastily stopped him from this dangerous thought: "No, I happen to have some things to deal with in the company during this time, and I'll think about the next job after I'm done."

Qin Shaohui didn't comment too much on his arrangement. Whether Song Chengyuan wanted to work or not, it was all his own business.

Song Chengyuan sat on the sofa and shook the drops of water from his hair. As soon as Qin Shaohui looked up, he saw Song Chengyuan's flushed little face, tender white chest and slightly protruding... belly.

Qin Shaohui took a towel from the side and put it on his head, then sat down beside him, and naturally reached out to touch his protruding belly.

Through a thin layer of pajamas, it feels tender and soft, Qin Shaohui couldn't help touching it a few more times.

Song Chengyuan was a little ashamed: "Actually, I'm in pretty good shape, I'll have a small belly if I ate too much tonight."

He inhaled hard while talking, ready to suck his stomach back. During this period of time, he was lazy and didn't have time to exercise. It would be bad if he was rejected by the patron because of his poor figure.

Qin Shaohui pinched his stomach: "Don't hold your breath."

Song Chengyuan broke his power in an instant, and the little belly that had just been retracted protruded again.

"It's good to have a small belly." Qin Shaohui pinched his stomach lightly twice, "You are too thin now, you can eat fatter."

Song Chengyuan said aggrievedly: "I can't help it. To be an artist, you have to maintain a good figure. After all, I rely on my appearance for a living." After he was busy for a while, he would spend every day in the gym exercising, trying to get eight pack abs as soon as possible.

At night, the two of them slept in the same bed again.

Song Chengyuan finished drinking the milk before going to bed, and rolled comfortably on the bed, alas, half of the big bed will be allocated again tonight.

It's almost winter now, but there is no heating yet, Song Chengyuan has always been afraid of the cold, and at night he has to shiver for a while before he can warm up under the covers.

Seeing Qin Shaohui walk in, Song Chengyuan rolled into the wall, and said obediently: "The quilt will warm you up."

"Thank you for your hard work." Qin Shaohui bent down and rubbed Song Chengyuan's soft hair.

Song Chengyuan: "You're welcome, this is what I should do."