How to raise a chai chai

Zheng Jian stared at Qin Dong's porridge covetously.

What?Is this bowl of porridge still not full?But Qin Dong really didn't dare to feed anything anymore.

"I saw snail noodles in the cabinet just now, or..."

"Don't even think about it!" Qin Dong simply told Zheng Jian to give up.

Qin Dong didn't care about his reserve, and quickly finished his porridge.

Because eating under Zheng Jian's pitiful eyes, I feel a little cruel to Zheng Jian.

Zheng Chai Chai was a little sad, but he still helped Qin Dong clean the dishes honestly.

Qin Dong went to the guest room and threw Zheng Jian's clothes into the washing machine, set the drying mode, and Zheng Jian would have dry clothes to wear in the morning.

The two people have a clear division of labor, feeling a little like a young couple...

"It's getting late, you should go to bed earlier. If you feel sick to your stomach at night, just knock on my door." Qin Dong came out of the laundry room.

It was already 9 o'clock after the two of them finished their meal. Normally, Qin Dong wouldn't eat so late. Artists don't eat for 6 hours before going to bed.But when he was with Zheng Jian, he always broke his habit.

After this day passed, Qin Dong was really a bit tired, more tired than filming, but happier than filming.

On the second floor, the two went back to their rooms.

In fact, Zheng Jian is not sleepy at all, and his typical day and night life is reversed.The more self-disciplined roommate left temporarily, and Zheng Jian chose this habit of sudden death at any time.

There is a bookshelf in the guest room, on which are all performance theories that Zheng Jian doesn't give a single glance.

Zheng Jian turned on the big TV on the wall, and randomly tuned a station as the background sound.

Then play with your phone. (Let’s not talk about the machine, civilized you and me!)

What are you doing now?I want to chat with my friend Gong Yi and brag about what I saw and heard today.

But now Gong Yi probably won't pay attention to him. I don't know if the boss has added him?

Zheng Jiangang just wanted to turn on the phone, but the screen of the fruit phone, which has always been known for its ultra-weak standby, lit up for a moment, and then fell into a deep sleep.

what's the situation?The battery was still 100% in the morning, Zheng Jian was dumbfounded!

It's only a few hours before you strike your father?

Zheng Jian was so angry that he pressed and pressed.But the fruit phone didn't give Zheng Jian any face.

There is no way, the desire to play with mobile phones overcomes everything.He stomped and ran out to knock on Qin Dong's door.

"Jianghu emergency, Jianghu emergency!"

Qin Dong, who had just changed into his pajamas and was about to read something, thought that Zheng Jian's stomach was hurting again.

"What's wrong?" He quickly opened the door.

In Zheng Jian's eyes, the door swung open, and Qin Dong looked at him worriedly in black silk pajamas.The distance between the two was so close that Zheng Jian could see Qin Dong's undulating breathing and the resonance in his chest.

"Qin Dong, my phone is out of battery." Zheng Jian pitifully shook the claw machine in his hand.

Hearing that it was such a trivial matter, Qin Dong's heart was relieved, and he tightened the belt of his pajamas again.

"Come in, I'll look for it." Qin Dong remembered that there was a spare charging cable in the drawer.

Zheng Jian wandered into Qin Dong's room with his mobile phone dangling.

Zheng Jian looked around at Qin Dong's most private place.

"Why does Qin Dong have a scent in it? Our family seems to have used it before?" Zheng Jian's dog nose is still very easy to use.

"Smell? It's probably the smell of lavender candles." Qin Dong didn't look up, and continued to look for the phone line.

"Yes, my mother was obsessed with these things for a while, and bought a lot of colorful candles at home. Is there anything good to collect such things as candles." Zheng Jian complained.

Qin Dong smiled and didn't speak. He used the lavender candle to relax and fall asleep as soon as possible.

Qin Dong rummaged through the drawers for a long time but couldn't find a spare thread.

After a while he remembered, when he went to Hengheng Film and Television City last month, he took the spare line with him.

"Wait, I'll get the cable from the living room in the afternoon." Qin Dong ordered.

He went downstairs to get the charging cable, and when he came back, he found Zheng Jian holding his ipad and looking at it happily.

"You also like this American TV series?" Zheng Jian called Qin Dong over to watch, "The episode was just updated."

The dove occupies the magpie's nest, this idiom suddenly appeared in Qin Dong's mind.

"The thread is for you." Qin Dong threw the thread to Zheng Jian.

Zheng Jian took it and turned around and plugged it into the power supply on the bedside table.

"Hurry up, the cooked meat is out, I'm going to start ordering."

Qin Dong walked over speechlessly, this is his own room, right, but he felt that he was the guest.

"It's a pity that there are no happy water and spicy bars." Zheng Jian pushed the ipad towards Qin Dong.

"From now on, you are not allowed to eat anything today." Qin Dong stared at Zheng Jian, "Is there a bottomless pit in your stomach?"

"It's a black hole! The black hole M87 is actually in my belly."

"The black hole photos taken in the news recently are actually your CT photos?" Qin Dong really admired Zheng Jian's nonsense.

"Hey, Qin Yingdi also pays attention to science and technology news? Do you also like this kind of American drama with science and technology nerds?"

"just looking around."

"Am I different from them?" Zheng Jian said, pointing his nose.

"They all have doctorate degrees, and you're almost there." Qin Dong slightly despised Zheng Jian's education.

"It's not just a matter of minutes for me to study for a Ph. D." Zheng Jian showed his failure, and the little dog said angrily, "It's the kind of big A begging me to do a Ph. D."

"When you finish your Ph.D. one day, I'll invite you to eat at a restaurant with three Michelin stars in France."

Michelin three stars is the highest rating for restaurants. Zheng Jian has only heard of the name, but has not eaten there yet.

"Really? Film King, you are not allowed to play tricks." Zheng Jian thought happily when he heard about the food.

"Is there any in China?"

"Yes, but I feel that the taste has changed. It is still the most authentic in France." Qin Dong actually thought about it seriously.

"Which domestic cities have Samsung??"

"City A has them."

"Actor, tomorrow I remember that you will not return to the crew..." Zheng Jian looked at Qin Dong pitifully in an extremely flattering voice.

"Tomorrow, I dare to take you to eat? Go to the hospital to get medicine this time? You don't know how much trouble you will have next time. Don't think about it this year!" Qin Dong patted Zheng Jian's stomach.

Zheng Xigua Jian's stomach made a rumbling sound.

Well, it is a good watermelon that keeps the ripeness and the flesh.

"No, nothing." Zheng Jian tightened his stomach with a guilty conscience. "Watch a play and watch a play."

An episode of an American drama lasts only 20 minutes, and one episode is updated a week.

Zheng Jian leaned forward and back with a smile.

"You still watch cooked meat? Isn't it possible to understand your English?" Qin Dong suddenly remembered something.

"No, no, no, American dramas without Sinicization have no soul." Zheng Jian waved his hand.

20 minutes of pleasure is gone quickly.

"We have to wait until next Thursday, hey! Why don't you follow us and shoot 80 levels in one go. Qin Yingdi, you are in the circle, you go to protest."

"It's time for you to go back to sleep." Qin Dong ignored He Zheng Jian's whimsical ideas, and simply issued an order to evict the guest.

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Little Theater: Giving Gifts

Zheng Gougou: "Dong Qin, why do you have so many candles? They are wrapped in such a beautiful gift box. We have a lot of candles in our house, and Yuanyang City has no power supply."

Qin Dong thought to himself, I am bribing the future mother-in-law, and this candle (again), the price of the scented candle will scare you to death.