The daily life of the popular celebrity ex

"Dining together?" Zhu Jun asked softly.

"I was just about to call you downstairs for dinner."

"Just the two of us?"

"Yes, otherwise who else?"

What An Rui said was so reasonable that Zhu Jun almost forgot that this is Shaodong's territory.

"You did it?"

"I ordered takeaway."

"Then let's go quickly to save the takeaway from getting cold."

Zhu Jun walked out with his mobile phone, but An Rui stopped him and said, "Aren't you going to post a Weibo?"

"I posted it too deliberately," Zhu Jun has been in the fan circle for so long, and he understands the routine of public relations, "Wait a minute, let's go downstairs, take a photo of you around the food, and then post a Weibo, and this matter will be revealed. It's over."

"It can't be a group photo. It's better to only take your shadow or your hand." An Rui added, but there was no joy or anger in the words.

"Should I praise you for being good at routines?"

"The fans are not fools. We are acting, and they are acting too. Let's play a peaceful show together." An Rui put down his hand, with a calm expression on his face.

"Then what else? Do you want to see storms, thunderbolts, or disintegration?" Zhu Jun said something to An Rui and yawned, "Your fans are very worried about you recently."

"What are you worried about?" An Rui asked with a chuckle.

"The movie from last time was said to have been named all the time. They were worried that you would be involved, and it became a typical case of Qingliang's activities."

"That movie does have some problems, but we can talk about it as we go downstairs."

"What's the problem?" Zhu Jun closed the door, and he walked through the long corridor with An Rui. He had a strange feeling, as if An Rui suddenly appeared in his past memory.

"It's a money laundering film."

"Isn't this something everyone knows? There are so many big-name stars, and each of them has a few minutes of cameo appearance. It's either a movie with the main theme of the platter, or a bad movie about money laundering."

"In the past, the higher-ups didn't care too much, but now they are more strict. In addition, there are some problems with the investors of this film, and the trouble is getting worse."

"Will it implicate you?" Zhu Jun was actually looking for a topic and asked casually.

"Are you worried too?" An Rui seemed very moved.

"So, you won't be involved."

"It's somewhat affected," An Rui sighed, "The new play we talked about before the resource exchange was blown up, but in the current environment, film and television companies don't like to open new plays. Some drama resources contacts."

"It's also a way." Zhu Jun has seen many people go this way, and a few people have made it through. Not to mention the success, but at least there is no shortage of filming.

"I want to try a literary film." An Rui went down a step, and his shadow touched Zhu Jun's shadow briefly.

"You want to win the prize?"

"Can't it be simply liking?"

"You are so greedy, there must be other purposes besides liking."

An Rui stopped talking, and for a while, they could only hear each other's footsteps.

"Squeaky—"

An Rui pushed open the door, the lights inside were bright, and there was a table full of food on the round table, filled with fragrance.

"It doesn't look like takeaway." Zhu Jun said truthfully.

"It's takeaway, but it's more expensive."

"how much is it?"

"More than 20 yuan, the ingredients are more expensive, and the cook is better."

"A bit of a waste."

"Don't waste it, I make money, and it's just for you to spend it."

An Rui said a wisecrack, Zhu Jun didn't think too much about money anymore, he knew that An Rui was very rich now - before the Qinglang event, the endorsement fee for the mobile game he just endorsed was eight figures.

Many people are eager to become famous overnight. It is false to realize dreams and gain attention. Most people are just eager to make money every day.

Zhu Jun doesn't think it's a shame to love money. He is not short of money, but he respects money very much. Therefore, for the face of 20 yuan, he rarely said something to An Rui, saying something like "I don't want to spend your money ", or "you can eat it yourself", that would be too disappointing.

As soon as Zhu Jun sat down, An Rui directly served him a bowl of soup, which was very rich in ingredients. After Zhu Jun took a sip, he squinted his eyes in satisfaction, secretly thinking that this bowl of soup was worth the price.

After Zhu Jun finished drinking the soup, the plate was already full of all kinds of food. An Rui put away the serving chopsticks with a gentle expression: "It's all your favorite food."

"You don't need to pick it up for me, you can eat it too."

"it is good."

After a meal, the host and guests had a great time, Zhu Jun touched his belly, glanced at the remaining food on the table, and asked, "Do you support packing?"

"It's all delivered at home, why don't you support it? When we leave this room later, someone will pack the things. You can heat it up at noon tomorrow and continue eating."

"Together?"

"of course."

Zhu Jun suddenly felt that the price was more worthwhile. He took out his mobile phone and asked casually, "Two 10,000+?"

"I don't care, it's all small things."

Zhu Jun directly entered a 15 in the APP of the mobile phone, transferred it to Anrui's account, and then said: "AA payment."

"Did you transfer the money?" An Rui almost instantly guessed what Zhu Jun had done.

"Switched." Zhu Jun's attitude was very calm, "I can't let you pay alone."

An Rui also picked up his mobile phone, glanced at the notification message, and said, "You paid too much."

"I also eat more."

"Can I..."

—Can I transfer the money back to you.

"No." Zhu Jun guessed An Rui's thoughts, "Unless you never want to eat with me again."

"It didn't seem like there were many chances."

An Rui replied lazily, Zhu Jun had nothing to say for a while, and heard An Rui say again.

"I just took a few photos of you secretly, can I upload them to Weibo?"

"Send it, didn't you just talk about it?"

An Rui lowered his head and operated for a while, finished posting Weibo, threw the phone on the table, and asked, "Aren't you afraid that Zhou Lan will be sad when she sees it?"

"We haven't been in touch for a long time."

"How long is a long time?"

"Let's give up the day after going abroad. Why are you asking this?"

"I'm afraid you will come back from the ashes."

An Rui told the truth, Zhu Jun had nothing to say.

The author says:

make up.