The actor he wrote by himself

As soon as they got home, they heard that Guan Zhengzhi and Fan Ling were talking about the same topic. Guan Zhengzhi was on the phone to find someone who was in charge of publicity in his restaurant, to write the promotional copy for the hot pot restaurant, and to organize activities such as reposting and drawing vouchers. The wave of enthusiasm attracts people to enter the store for consumption.

Seeing them, Fan Ling stood up: "You're back so soon?"

Guan Che had completed the information on the way home, and now he collapsed on the sofa and sighed helplessly: "Hey, there are so many people on the pedestrian street, I'm afraid."

Fan Ling frowned worriedly: "No one recognizes you?"

Guan Zhengzhi also rubbed his hands, and said angrily, "It's all because of my negligence. You two are celebrities. What if someone recognizes you?"

In fact, if Guan Che was standing there frying the ingredients today, even if he wasn't wearing a mask and was surrounded by people, his parents probably wouldn't have the reaction they have now.

But Huo Xiuchi was different. The first time they met, they got into trouble with a big star, and it would be difficult for anyone else to sit still.

"It's okay, uncle and aunt, no one should recognize it." Huo Xiuchi calmed down, "Don't worry about that, I think it's just a good time to use this opportunity to expand my influence. I remember that there is an art school in Pingcheng. Uncle can find someone to go Find some students with good physique and temperament in the art school, let them come to work part-time, and come to work part-time for two or three hours every night during meal time, and the salary is slightly higher, so as to continue this enthusiasm."

Huo Xiuchi didn't give Guan father and mother any time to continue to worry, and spoke quickly: "There are branches in two other cities that do the same. If you can find a dedicated person, you can take some promotional photos and put them on your website." store to increase the sales of hot pot ingredients. You can try it for a month and see the monthly income. If feasible, this form can be fixed as a brand feature.”

Guan Zhengzhi slapped his thigh: "I'm also having the same thought. Xiao Huo is really amazing, and his thoughts changed too quickly."

Guan Che propped his head up and stared at Huo Xiuchi.

It's not that I admire him so much, I just want to see him pretending to be Mr. Huo.

It is not difficult for ordinary people to think of such an idea, but Guan Che knew why Huo Xiuchi's words were so reliable when they came out of Huo Xiuchi's mouth. It was because Huo Xiuchi had execution ability and capital.

Ordinary people can forget about it, they can spend their capital to try, and they can also bear short-term losses. Coupled with so many years of experience and long-term living in the mass market, even people with no talent can exercise their sense of smell up.

It just so happened that Guan Zhengzhi could afford to hire a few part-time students, so they hit it off.

From the beginning to the end, Huo Xiuchi didn't open the short video software to watch this very popular video.

Compared with the attention he can arouse by showing his face at will and catching a plane, this size is really not enough.The only value is to be able to earn a wave of performance in front of the old man.

Guan Zhengzhi was busy dealing with these matters, and it was not convenient for Huo Xiuchi to intervene too much in their company's internal affairs, so he and Guan Che found a movie to watch.

An American commercial sci-fi movie doesn't particularly require brain research.

Guan Hanming also secretly ran to sit next to his brother and watched together, and the two whispered something from time to time.

When the movie is over, it's time for bed.

They had asked Huo Xiuchi for advice before, asking if they needed to open a room for him in a nearby hotel, because the house was really old and the guest room hadn't been used for a long time.

But Huo Xiuchi said it didn't matter, so they didn't mobilize people to open the house.

"Hanming is sleeping with me today, son, you sleep in the guest room next to your father, can you let Xiaohuo sleep in your room?" Fan Ling began to arrange bedtime, and then patted Hanming, "This child usually doesn't sleep at all. Come on, once your brother comes back, he won't be able to leave without shouting."

Guan Hanming smiled: "My brother and I only talked about it. You just know that I am studying."

Huo Xiuchi looked at Guan Che and said, "I'll sleep in the guest room, there's no reason why Xiaoguan's bedroom will be taken over by me when I come here."

If possible, he would rather sleep with Guan Che, but this is his home, Huo Xiuchi must pay attention to etiquette and propriety.

"I think it's suitable for brother Huo to sleep with my brother. Auntie, don't worry about it. My brother's bed is quite big." Guan Hanming said furiously.

Fan Ling glared at her: "You child, it has nothing to do with the size of the bed. The main reason is that it's your first time for brother Huo to come here, so it's not suitable for you to sleep together."

"Hey, Auntie, your older generation is too particular." Guan Hanming pursed his lips and said strangely, "Brother Huo probably doesn't mind sleeping with my brother."

Huo Xiuchi smiled and said, "I don't mind."

pleasure!

"Look, Brother Huo said he doesn't mind anymore." Guan Hanming smiled and pushed Fan Ling towards the master bedroom, "Don't worry about it, Auntie, they are all so old, they can sleep wherever they want, you can sleep with my uncle Sleep as usual, I'll go to the guest room."

"You girl," Fan Ling turned around and pointed at her, then raised her chin at Guan Che and Huo Xiuchi, "Then you two can make arrangements on your own?"

"Okay, Mom, good night."

"Good night, uncle and aunt."

Guan Che and Huo Xiuchi raised their hands at the same time and waved at them.

"Brother, good night, Brother Huo!" Guan Hanming raised an eyebrow at Guan Che, made a victory gesture, turned and ran back to the guest room.

There were only the two of them left in the living room, Huo Xiuchi was a little more courageous, he hugged Guan Che in front of him, and asked in a low voice: "Did you and your cousin just talk about this while watching a movie?"

"Yes." Guan Che generously admitted.

"Does she know about us?"

Guan Che nodded again: "I know."

Huo Xiuchi wanted to ask Guan Che when he told Guan Hanming, but the next second Guan Che went to get a new toothbrush and handed it to Huo Xiuchi: "Hurry up and wash up, Mr. Huo, I'm so sleepy."

What's the difference between this appearance and begging him to go to bed.

There are two bathrooms in the house, the spacious one is outside, the single bathroom is in the master bedroom, and the one where the father and mother are closed.

Guan Che gave Huo Xiuchi his bath towel and pajamas: "Teacher Huo, make it easy. If the two of us don't go home so soon, I might remember to buy you a new set during the walk."

Huo Xiuchi was holding that Crayon Shin-chan, and the memory of that small house in Yijing flooded back, he smiled: "Your love for Crayon Shin-chan is really the same forever."

"I can't help it. My parents are just like my grandfather. They buy me Crayon Shin-chan." Guan Che squeezed into the bathroom, "This is my shower gel, my towel, you can use whatever you want."

Huo Xiuchi nodded and said yes.

The boy took a shower quickly, and when Guan Che returned to his room after washing and drying his hair, Huo Xiuchi was visiting his bedroom.

They didn't turn on the big lights in the bedroom, only the top lamp on the bookcase and the desk lamp by the bed were on, which were warm yellow.

The curtains were drawn by Guan Che, and Huo Xiuchi hadn't opened them since he came in.

Guan Che was still the same as last time at home, wearing a large white T-shirt as pajamas, with black hair hanging down softly, looking very young and harmless.

Guan Che's bedroom is as simple as his own, with a bed about 1.8 meters wide, a set of desk and chair, a bookcase, and a wardrobe, nothing more.

The books are also close to his current age, and most of them are about art appreciation.

Guan Che took the initiative to introduce: "Now all the things in the bedroom are from the time when I was in college, and there is nothing to see."

"I thought I would see the dark history of your childhood here." Huo Xiuchi said with a smile.

"I was very obedient when I was a child, and I didn't have a bad history." Guan Che smiled frankly, "It seems that things from my childhood are kept at my grandparents' house now, and I will show you to see them next time I have a chance."

"Okay." Huo Xiuchi casually pointed to a book that looked like a college textbook, "Can I read it?"

"of course."

Then Huo Xiuchi took out a book, and when he opened it, it was full of neat notes, with black pens outlining fragments for annotations, and some places using blue pens for outlining, and writing what books he thought of when he saw here, which can be compared with Check out the theory inside.The red handwriting is marked with asterisks and emphasis symbols, probably the focus of what the teacher said.

Other than that there is no other color, but it looks surprisingly organized.

Huo Xiuchi turned the pages quietly, and seemed to be able to see Guan Che sitting in the classroom and listening to the teacher's lecture seriously from the pages of notes.

There is also the appearance of him sitting under the desk lamp, studying literature and reading seriously. He may encounter a particularly difficult theoretical problem, rub his hair a few times, or block his eyes because of his bangs, just like when they met for the first time , use a small rubber band to tie her bangs into a small knot...

But soon, Huo Xiuchi's imagination was brought back to reality by a pair of hands around his waist.

——Guan Che hugged him from behind.

His face was still rubbing against his back, and he could feel the tip of Guan Che's nose rubbing against the spine line between his shoulder blades through his pajamas.

In the quiet night, he heard Guan Che taking a breath as if intoxicated.

His hugging posture was very devoted, almost his whole body was attached to it, Huo Xiuchi could feel his body temperature, and he could also feel that he had put nearly half of his weight on himself, as if his whole body had been kissed once, Very soft.

The top light of the bookcase was turned on, and the surrounding area was dark, only their place was brighter, and there was a feeling that there were only two of them left in the world.

……

damn...

"Close off." Huo Xiuchi paid attention to his breath, and called out softly.

"Huh?" Guan Che's hands were still twitching restlessly, his voice was so sticky that it felt as if he had been steamed by the heat of the bathroom, "What's wrong, Mr. Huo?"

Huo Xiuchi pinched the knuckles on the spine of the book hard, his fingertips turned white.

He closed the book and put it back on the shelf, then slammed the top light off and turned around against his hips.Leaning against the dark bookshelf, gently pinching the nape of Guan Che's neck with one hand, and putting the other hand on his back: "Do you mean to prevent me from reading?"

Guan Che nodded, and in this posture, he buried his whole body in his arms, holding him tightly.

Because the fabric was tightly attached, his voice was still muffled: "Well, don't let Mr. Huo see it."

Night is destined to erode people's sanity.

The author has something to say: wait for me to bathe and burn incense, and then write a little toy car~

Probably in the middle of the night [狗头]

Old mother: Guan Guan is too delicate!