Laid-off and re-employment

The car suddenly became quiet, and Zhang Bieyu told himself in his heart not to argue with people who drank too much, but when he suddenly raised his eyes and saw the person in the rearview mirror staring at him, he was still shocked.

"What are you doing?" Zhang Bieyu asked him, "You want to see through me?"

Yan Zhuoying closed her mouth and shook her head.

"Speak." Zhang Bieyu frowned, "Is the ear problem transferred to the mouth?"

Yan Zhuoying finally spoke up: "I'm afraid you'd hear my voice vomit, and you'll have to go to the car wash by then, it's very troublesome."

Zhang Bieyu: ...

You are really a good person who is willing to think about others.

"I didn't say that I felt like throwing up when I heard your voice, but I was afraid that your stomach would feel sick when you spoke." Zhang Bieyu repeatedly emphasized: "It's because I'm afraid that you'll throw up, not me."

Yan Zhuoying blinked, thought twice, nodded and said, "Don't worry, I don't want to vomit."

"That's good." Zhang Bieyu sighed, "How much did you drink at night, and how did you become like this? If you are photographed, you will be finished."

"Sister Tao has arranged it. They shouldn't be shooting randomly today, and my fans don't follow the car to take pictures now." Yan Zhuoying hiccupped, leaning on the back seat and muttering: "And today It's my birthday, so a little wine is fine."

Zhang Bieyu looked at the time and smiled, politely reminded: "After twelve o'clock, it's already a new day."

"Is it twelve o'clock? How did it pass so fast? I didn't do anything today." Yan Zhuoying murmured, Zhang Bieyu stopped in his ear and asked, "Then what do you want to do today?"

"Me?" Yan Zhuoying lowered his eyes and thought for a while, then shook his head and said, "I don't want to do anything, I want to lie in bed and don't want to do anything, and I want to eat the food my mother cooked, and I want to go home."

Zhang Bieyu paused for a while, then comforted him and said, "Then go back and call Auntie later, oh no, it's too late now, if you call back like drinking too much, Uncle and Auntie will be worried, call again tomorrow let's hit."

"En." Yan Zhuoying looked at the scenery flying backwards outside the window, and suddenly called Zhang Bieyu's name: "Let's go for a drive, go for a couple of laps before going back."

Zhang Bieyu looked at the time: "It's too late, you should rest."

Yan Zhuoying watched him silent for a while, and finally compromised: "Okay, you are right, let's go back."

The car was quiet, Zhang Bieyu looked at the people in the rearview mirror and sat there with a lonely face, staring outside in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.

Zhang Bieyu didn't understand why he was so lonely when he was loved by so many people to celebrate his birthday?Is it all the alcohol's fault?

The car drove for a while, Yan Zhuoying still looked outside and said nothing, Zhang Bieyu sighed, pursed his lips and said suddenly: "Yan Zhuoying."

"Yes." Yan Zhuoying subconsciously looked over with a smile on his face, "What's wrong?"

Zhang Bieyu turned the steering wheel directly, and after confirming that there was no car behind him, he turned the steering wheel and said, "Sit down, let's go for a drive."

Yan Zhuoying was stunned for a moment before he could react, Zhang Bieyu had already started to speed up, he looked at the big star in the rearview mirror and said: "Let's talk about it first, it's too late today and you drank again, let's turn around two times first." Go back, and I will take you to the suburbs next time when you wake up."

Yan Zhuoying blinked, seemed to realize Zhang Bieyu's meaning, immediately nodded and smiled and said yes.

The stereo in the car was turned on, the windows were lowered a little, the night breeze mixed with the music, Yan Zhuoying's head became clearer again, he stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyes and asked, "Where are we going?"

"We'll go back after two laps on the ring road to blow some air." Zhang Bieyu smiled at him: "How is it? Can you do it?"

"Okay." Yan Zhuoying was easily satisfied, he suddenly leaned on the back of Zhang Bieyu's driver's seat, and said to him seriously: "Zhang Bieyu, you are so kind."

Zhang Bieyu heheed twice, glanced at him, and found that he was much more awake than before, and then said, "If I am a good person, why did you slap me in the first place? What did I do wrong and your attitude towards me?"

Yan Zhuoying frowned upon hearing this: "What's wrong with me..."

Zhang Bieyu sneered: "What's your attitude? When you see me, you're in the wrong mood, so you smirk. I look at you and you still turn your head away from me, and you grab my hand so hard. You avoid me when I throw the trash for you. What? What do you mean?"

Yan Zhuoying quickly explained to herself: "Didn't I watch back from the stage? I watched you from behind, and you and Zhang Feifan held up your mobile phone and pouted your mouth to take a selfie? You didn't even hear what I was saying. "

"I don't understand the nonsense you said to your fans." Zhang Bieyu said, "Don't sneak up on me, what's wrong?"

Yan Zhuoying looked at his side face and remained silent for a long time, thinking that this is what you want to ask yourself.He directly turned against the customer and started to attack: "Let me ask you first, how did you get that toilet seat?"

"I won the lottery on Weibo, don't you know?" Zhang Bieyu frowned.

Yan Zhuoying asked: "What Weibo won the lottery?"

Zhang Bieyu stopped talking.

"You reposted my fan's clarification on Weibo, otherwise, who would draw a lottery for the toilet seat I endorsed." Yan Zhuoying said.

Zhang Bieyu raised his eyebrows: "What's the matter? I can't retweet? Your fans have said that it is a lottery for unlimited retweeting. Is it wrong for me to retweet?"

"I didn't say you retweeted it incorrectly." Yan Zhuoying clicked his tongue, filled with resentment, "Then why didn't you tell me?"

Zhang Bieyu was speechless, he asked angrily and amusedly: "What did I tell you? I told you that I liked the gifts of your fan lottery, and I retweeted two of my favorites? I'm sick, and I said it in front of you, the right lord." this."

"That's not what I meant, what I meant..." Yan Zhuoying looked at him for a long time, his voice suddenly became aggrieved, and finally told the truth: "I thought you were my fan."

Zhang Bieyu:? ? ?

Before he could express the shock in his heart, the people sitting in the back row had already begun to explain the ins and outs by themselves: "That day when I went back to the set in muddy water, my phone ran out of battery and I asked you to borrow it, and then I accidentally saw your micro Bo, seeing you retweeting support for Yan Zhuoying and so many people praising you, I thought you were my fan."

The more Yan Zhuoying spoke, the more depressed she became, and the more she spoke, the louder her voice became: "The result? It turned out that you just said that to increase the Weibo lottery rate! You just said that because of the toilet seat in Zhong, and you didn't really like me at all. ! Didn’t really believe me either!”

Zhang Bieyu choked, thinking that he was talking nonsense and talking nonsense, but the first sentence he said was: "I have to make it clear, I didn't retweet the lottery to win the toilet seat! I don't even have a toilet at home." ! What do I want that toilet seat for! I retweeted the lottery and unfortunately only won that toilet seat! You have to figure out the order!"

Hearing what he said, Yan Zhuoying felt even more aggrieved: "You admitted it yourself, you just said that because of the lottery! Why do you think the toilet seat I endorse is not good!"

Zhang Bieyu: ...

He thought about it for a while, and felt that he shouldn't confront Yan Zhuoying head-on, and started to cut in from the side. He took the initiative to ask, "Even if I'm not your fan, am I not treating you well?"

"You are good to me, you are the best person I have ever met since I debuted." Yan Zhuoying whispered.

Zhang Bieyu immediately seized the opportunity to ask: "Then why are you angry with me? Just because I reposted your fan's clarification Weibo, and I didn't tell you that I won the prize?"

"I'm not angry with you, I've never been angry with you from the beginning to the end." Yan Zhuoying said, turning his head to meet Zhang Bieyu's eyes in the rearview mirror, he paused and then changed his words: "Okay, a little A little bit, because you hit a toilet seat."

Zhang Bieyu: ...

What is within your control?Zhang Bieyu was so angry that he didn't know what to say, Yan Zhuoying murmured behind him: "I'm mainly angry with myself, I was thinking all day yesterday, did I do anything embarrassing in front of you?" .”

"That's not true." Zhang Bieyu replied firmly, "If you didn't say it today, I wouldn't even know about it."

Yan Zhuoying was silent for a while, then said in a low voice, "I just feel embarrassed and embarrassed, I don't know how to face you today, I didn't do it on purpose...it was so weird on purpose."

The car was silent for a long time, Yan Zhuoying observed Zhang Bieyu's expression through the rearview mirror, but his face was expressionless, and he couldn't guess what he was thinking at all.

He waited for a while, but Zhang Bieyu still didn't speak.

Yan Zhuoying finally couldn't help asking: "Are you angry?"

"No, I'm taking you for a drive." Zhang Bieyu said.

Yan Zhuoying looked at him with a sullen face, then approached the driver's seat and said, "Don't be angry, and you have already accepted the smart toilet seat that they drew for a lottery, so you are now my fan."

"What logic." Zhang Bieyu laughed, "Are you buying fans? Just use a toilet seat that your fans draw a lottery to buy me?"

"Then I'll buy you a new toilet. Anyway, you don't have one at home. It's too tiring to squat to go to the toilet." Yan Zhuoying looked at him and said, "How about it? Do you want to think about it? Your new home must need a toilet. of."

Zhang Bieyu didn't look at him angrily, but just let him have a good blow-drying, sober and sober. By the time the two of them drove around and returned to the high-end apartment, it was already one or two o'clock in the evening.

Seeing him park the car, Yan Zhuoying sat in the back of the car without moving, just looked at him and asked, "What do you think?"

"How about what? You're home, now get out of the car and go home to take a shower and then go to sleep." Zhang Bieyu loosened his seat belt, turned to look at him, "Do you need me to take you upstairs?"

"No need." Yan Zhuoying moved to the door and was about to open it to get out of the car, when he heard Zhang Bieyu calling out to him from behind.

The lights in the car turned on because the door was opened, illuminating Zhang Bieyu's face, and when Yan Zhuoying turned his head, he saw his smiling face under the lights.

Yan Zhuoying was taken aback, and subconsciously asked, "What's wrong?"

"You don't need to buy anything." Zhang Bieyu looked at him blankly and said softly: "I said that you don't need to buy anything. I have been completely bought by you tonight, do you understand?"