It's my first time being a cat

Gu Jingyao had already figured out what Zhu Xiaoming would like to eat, he must want spicy food after holding back for so many days on the set.

Gu Jingyao asked Zhou Bin to order a famous hot pot restaurant in Tongcheng early in the morning. The authentic Tongcheng hot pot is made of charcoal-fired copper pot with butter bottom, full of spicy and fragrant.

Surrounded by the hot pot in the summer, I can sweat my whole body by soaking my hairy belly in the tumbling red soup.

The hot pot restaurant is in an unremarkable alley, and there is a signboard written in red paint at the door, the handwriting is almost unrecognizable, obviously it has been around for a long time.

This store has no private rooms, so they can only dine in, but it is no different to them. The crew rushed over in a mighty manner, and the whole store is fully booked, and they have to add seats, so they directly use the lobby as a private room.

More than ten tables of hot pots were set up together, the lobby was full of heat, and the air was full of spicy and fiery smells.

Zhu Xiaoming stayed in Tongcheng for more than half a month, and finally he was able to eat Tongcheng's hot pot openly. As soon as he got the order menu, he chose everything that could be checked with a few strokes.

The hairy belly rolled up and down several times in the red soup, and the crisp taste bloomed between the teeth. Coupled with a few bottles of cold beer, the atmosphere suddenly became hot.

Zhou Bin and the few gentlemen in the camera crew were old team members who followed Zeng Yu to travel all over the world, so they naturally followed Zeng Yu's alcoholism.

Fortunately, Zhu Xiaoming had experienced the horror of the assistant director when he was in Wucheng, and he sat down beside Gu Jingyao with a small bowl early.

He had a good calculation in his heart, even if the assistant director drank too hard, could he still drink the director's wine?Sitting at Gu Jingyao's table, as long as he is in charge of eating, it's perfect!

Zhu Xiaoming took a piece of hairy belly from the plate, and while rinsing it, he sneaked a glance at Gu Jingyao who was sitting beside him.

The stools in the hotpot restaurant are relatively narrow, and Gu Jingyao, who is sitting with his hands and feet upright, looks a little cramped.

The hot air in the copper pot was bubbling, but Gu Jingyao didn't sweat a single drop, and the neckline was still tight.

Zhu Xiaoming smacked his lips in disappointment, what's the matter with Gu Jingyao, eating hot pot is so serious, it's boring, it's so boring...

At this time, Gu Jingyao's legs moved under the table, and he accidentally collided with Zhu Xiaoming. The sudden heat coming through the fabric made Zhu Xiaoming stunned. Accidentally, the hairy belly that was put into the pot fell from the side of the chopsticks. slip away.

"Ah, my hairy belly!" Zhu Xiaoming poked his head and rummaged in the pot.

A pair of chopsticks stopped in front of his eyes, Gu Jingyao caught the escaped hairy belly from a piece of churning red pepper, and silently put it into Zhu Xiaoming's small bowl full of beef.

Zhu Xiaoming's behavior of eating pots and looking at pots was discovered, so he was embarrassed, and pointed at the hot pot and pretended to be polite to Gu Jingyao: "You eat too!"

Gu Jingyao put down his chopsticks: "I don't eat offal."

Zhu Xiaoming thought about it, and it seemed that he had never seen Gu Jingyao eat these things.

He bit his chopsticks, curled his lips, slandered in his heart, cut, and said he was a picky eater. Gu Jingyao was obviously picky eater than him, but he just didn't like shrimp. Gu Jingyao didn't eat it for most of the table, and it was just fine if he didn't eat it. Give him all to eat!

Afterwards, the duck intestines and yellow throat that were served on the table naturally also entered Zhu Xiaoming's stomach. Zhu Xiaoming shook his head happily, sitting next to Gu Jingyao is good, no one fights for wine, no one grabs food!

A large plate of beef was boiled, and Zhou Bin at the next table had already stood on a chair, stroked his non-existent beard, and sang "Empty City Strategies".

"I was watching the mountain scenery from the city tower, and I heard the commotion outside the city. The flags were flying, but it turned out that it was the soldiers sent by Sima—"

The red lantern hanging at the door of the store turned around, and Chen Wei'an pushed the door open.

Zhou Bin stared, pointed at Chen Wei'an and said cheerfully, "Hey, Sima is really here!"

A group of old men blushed and greeted Chen Wei'an: "Wei'an is here too, come, have a drink!"

Chen Wei'an walked from the door to Gu Jingyao's table, as if he was squeezed into the morning rush hour subway, and kept arranging his clothes as soon as he sat down: "This group of people really hasn't changed at all, luckily Director Zeng is not here, Otherwise it will be even more noisy."

Gu Jingyao didn't seem to expect that Chen Wei'an would come, logically speaking, he should be in Wucheng at the moment, so he came here in a hurry, what important matter did he have to tell him face to face?

He frowned and asked, "What happened?"

Chen Wei'an looked at the noisy surroundings, and winked at Gu Jingyao, this is not the place to talk.

Gu Jingyao leaned over and said to Zhu Xiaoming beside him, "I'll go out for a while."

The hot air was blowing into his ears, and the piece of beef that Zhu Xiaoming was holding on his chopsticks almost fell into the pot again.

He blinked and replied obediently, "Oh."

But I was thinking in my heart, I don't know what they have to whisper, so mysterious.

Gu Jingyao came out of the hot pot restaurant, and the oncoming river wind carried a sultry humidity. This kind of heat was completely different from the heat in the hot pot restaurant, which made people feel depressed.

There was no one in the alley, Chen Wei'an looked around, lowered his voice, and said to Gu Jingyao, "There are clues about the car accident."

Although Gu Jingyao survived the previous car accident, the truck driver acted strangely, apparently aiming at him.

Gu Jingyao wouldn't be so naive as to regard this kind of thing as an accident when it happened at the critical moment of his game with Shengshi.

It's a pity that the driver died on the spot. After the police determined the accident as drunk driving, they didn't continue to investigate. Unexpectedly, it took half a year for Chen Wei'an to finally find the clue.

The dead driver had a daughter with leukemia who had just been successfully matched not long ago. It was a sample provided by a medical institution, and this institution happened to have Aunt Sheng Hao's investment.

"They are quite cunning, and they waited for more than half a year to act. I thought it was an accident. The little girl couldn't find a match, so I helped them. I didn't expect that the driver still had problems."

Chen Wei'an's words made Gu Jingyao's heart tremble, and his face became more and more serious. If Li Yan really committed suicide at the beginning, why did Sheng Hao kill him.

There is only one reason why Sheng Hao did not hesitate to pay for murder, and that is Li Yan's death was not that simple...

Gu Jingyao's heart was suffocated, he stood in the wind and smoked a cigarette, bowed his head, and remained silent for a long time.

When the smoke was exhausted, Gu Jingyao said to Chen Wei'an: "Sheng Hao's intention to harm me has nothing to do with that little girl. Her father is already dead. Follow-up treatment can help."

Gu Jingyao pushed open the door, one door seemed to be two worlds, Zhou Bin and his circle of people in the hotpot restaurant were clamoring, pushing one person in front of him.

"Come on, let it go, the actor wants to toast the director!"

The crowd spread out to both sides in coordination. Zhu Xiaoming drank a few cups and stood in the middle like a lotus flower boy with a flushed face, laughing foolishly.

It turned out that once Gu Jingyao and Chen Wei'an left, Zhu Xiaoming, the leading actor, lost the director's support, and immediately fell into a tiger's den like a sheep, and was surrounded by Zhou Bin and the others for a lot of bullshit.

Cinematography, lighting, and scene management took turns clinking glasses with Zhu Xiaoming, praising him for his good acting skills. This film will at least get a nomination when it comes out.

Zhu Xiaoming was flattered by the praise, took the cup and drank it in one breath, and said boldly: "Where is the nomination enough, I must be the actor!"

Seeing Gu Jingyao now, Zhu Xiaoming was still foolishly talking about his dream of becoming an actor.

Gu Jingyao didn't know how many cups he drank, not only his cheeks were red, but even his nose was stained with a thin layer of powder.

Seeing Gu Jingyao, Zhu Xiaoming smiled, staggered and fell into his arms with a wine glass, and said loudly, "Gu Jingyao, I respect you, thank you for letting me take this actor!"

Zhu Xiaoming frowned, picked up the two wine glasses in his hands, touched each other, and drank them all with one head raised.

Gu Jingyao looked down at the cups, they were all white, the kitten was probably drunk.

He sighed with a headache: "How much did you drink?"

"Not much." Zhu Xiaoming tilted his head, counted, and found that he couldn't count with one finger.

He fell on Gu Jingyao's shoulder with a thud, tiptoed and whispered in his ear, "I added Sprite, it's delicious, hehe."

Zhou Bin followed suit and booed: "Xiao Zhu has done it, director, you have one too!"

Gu Jingyao glanced at him indifferently, Zhou Bin really tried to persuade people to drink and try hard, even if he persuaded him to drink, how did he turn Zhu Xiaoming into a fool.

Gu Jingyao frowned slightly, leaned over, took Zhu Xiaoming's hand, and drank another glass of wine in one gulp.

The sweet lemonade mixed with a little alcohol rolls over the tip of the tongue, and it is indeed mixed with Sprite, but luckily it is not pure white wine.

Zhu Xiaoming smiled with crooked eyebrows, like a kitten that ate a fish, and breathed steam in Gu Jingyao's ear: "It's delicious, I didn't lie to you!"

He didn't realize that Gu Jingyao had been holding his hand in his palm since just now, and he didn't let go.

Gu Jingyao: The claws are good, quite soft.