Laid-off and re-employment

It is said that people rely on clothes and saddles, and Yan Zhuoying, whose whole body is named after Kaixuan Local Restaurant, stood there and put a mask on his face, which really meant that he was a takeaway brother.

Sister Tao looked at it and nodded: "It does look alike, but there's something wrong with it."

Yan Zhuoying looked at himself in the mirror, and really felt a little awkward. He looked carefully for a while, but before he figured out what was wrong, Zhang Bieyu walked in with two black ice sleeves.

He said to Yan Zhuoying: "Put this on, and paint your face black, your face and hands are too white, look at my back kitchen guy, there is no one as white as you."

Yan Zhuoying put on the ice sleeves, looked in the mirror and found that the similarity was even higher.But there is no deep-colored foundation in the store, so in desperation, I can only get some old soy coloring.

After the face, the back of the neck, and the back of the hands were all painted deep, Yan Zhuoying put on the sneakers that were splashed with mud today, and paired them with Zhang Feifan's [-]-yuan luxury car that was forcibly expropriated.

It's just that Yan Zhuoying sniffed the back of his hand, turned to look at Zhang Bieyu and asked, "Bieyu, how long can the color of your soy sauce brush last? It still smells a little bit."

"It's enough for you to get to the hotel." Zhang Bieyu clicked his tongue, "It's good to have a smell. How can people in a restaurant not have a smell of oily smoke on them? This is the only way to be realistic, so that the real ones can be confused with the real ones, you know."

Careful and reliable, this level of care can only be achieved by true fans.Yan Zhuoying looked at Zhang Bieyu and nodded, the doubts in his heart disappeared immediately, and he looked at him with more trust.

After dialing Zhang Bieyu's number, Yan Zhuoying put on the earphones, and left the restaurant with the rice and her previous costume. When she walked through the lobby, she was still a little apprehensive. She couldn't help but look left and right, for fear of being discovered.

But to die of laughter, no one cares at all.

The two got into the car one after the other, Yan Zhuoying rode in front in his thousand yuan luxury car, Zhang Bieyu followed behind in his new loaned car, always paying attention to the surrounding situation, so that he could respond immediately in case something happened.

As soon as the car started, before Zhang Bieyu had time to release the handbrake, the electric donkey in front rushed out with a "swish", and the will-o'-the-wisp boy went all the way north, leaving the season with Zhang Bieyu.

Seeing that something was wrong, Zhang Bieyu quickly yelled Yan Zhuoying's name into the phone.

Little handsome pot, you ride slowly, be careful of the roses with thorns ahead.

He stepped on the gas pedal and chased it out, but fortunately Yan Zhuoying slowed down immediately and did not go too far.

"I'm sorry, it's my first time riding an electric bike, I didn't expect it to be so fast." Yan Zhuoying was a little embarrassed, but the wind blowing in front of him was really comfortable when he accelerated for a moment.

There is a feeling of free flight.

"It's okay, it's just getting dark, it's safer for you to ride slowly." Zhang Bieyu looked around, found no one was paying attention, and reminded Yan Zhuoying to continue walking boldly.

Not long after they arrived at the hotel, both of them became nervous at the same time, Yan Zhuoying's speed gradually slowed down, and Zhang Bieyu swallowed while sitting in the car behind.

Zhang Bieyu: "Be careful and run away if something goes wrong."

Yan Zhuoying said yes loudly, but she was a little worried and asked, "What if I can't escape?"

Zhang Bieyu: "Then I go?"

Yan Zhuoying:? ? ?

"Just kidding, don't worry, I'm sure you'll be fine. If something goes wrong, you can just run into my car. I won't leave." Zhang Bieyu said slowly.

Yan Zhuoying laughed, most of the tension in his heart was dissipated by Zhang Bieyu's interruption, he took a deep breath, watched the media who were still sitting in the hotel lobby adjust the position of their masks before getting out of the car, carrying their meals and clothes went in.

As soon as he entered the door, all eyes were on him, and everyone's faces turned around.

The tense atmosphere was on the verge of breaking out, until someone couldn't help but sniffed and broke the silence. The appearance of smelling the fragrance and knowing the name of the dish directly made Yan Zhuoying straighten up in an instant, and life is wonderful.

The tension disappeared completely, leaving only the pride of being the delivery person.

"How is it?" Zhang Bieyu asked.

Yan Zhuoying calmly said, "Successful, I'm waiting for the elevator."

He calmly greeted the front desk with the boxed lunch and helped to scan the elevator, and said thank you very politely, without being noticed by anyone.

Yes!After entering the elevator, Yan Zhuoying clenched his fists in his heart, and he was very self-aware that tonight's acting as the delivery boy was the pinnacle of his acting skills.

The first meal was delivered to the guest, but they didn't even look at his face, they closed the door immediately after receiving the meal, without a word of thanks, and almost pinched Yan Zhuoying's hand.

Hearing a sudden noise, Zhang Bieyu hurriedly asked, "What's wrong? Are you all right?"

Facing the concern of true love fans, Yan Zhuoying replied calmly: "It's okay, it's just that he closed the door a little louder."

Zhang Bieyu breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good. Be careful in the corridor and when you return to your room. Someone may have booked the room next to you and is squatting."

"I know." Yan Zhuoying felt a little hot, pulled the mask on his face, and walked forward to send it to the next household, but just after looking at the list printed on the packaging bag, he made a fuss.

Zhang Bieyu raised his heart when he heard the voice, and quickly asked, "What's wrong?"

Yan Zhuoying read the list carefully, pursed her lips and said, "I just delivered the wrong meal, now go change it."

Zhang Bieyu: ...

Zhang Bieyu: "It's okay, it's the first time in my life, it's normal to make mistakes when I'm not familiar with the business."

Just as Yan Zhuoying responded, a reminder that the battery was about to run out came from the headset, and he said: "There should be no problem. If my headset runs out of power, I'll hang it up first."

"Okay, call me again if you have anything to do." Zhang Bieyu said.

Yan Zhuoying hung up the phone again, took off the earphones and put them away, took the food in his hand to look for the room where the food was just delivered, walked to the door and was about to knock on the door, when the next room opened Door.

Director Yan Chengjin came out with his slippers on and a roll of script in his hand. He looked at Yan Zhuoying wearing a mask for a second, and suddenly frowned and sniffed.

It smells good, he must have said it in his heart!

Director Yan Luo, who had always had no good looks towards him, actually showed a smile at this time, and Yan Zhuoying was filled with emotion in his heart.

Perhaps, this is why the people depend on food.

But the smile on Yan Cheng's face didn't last long, and suddenly froze. He looked at the sweaty neck of the takeaway guy in front of him, and found out why it was black and white?

Hygiene and health problems hit my mind for a while, but then again, I don’t get sick if I don’t do anything clean.Yan Cheng smelled the aroma of the rice, and still asked, "Young man, which takeaway did you deliver?"

He said in a muffled voice, "It's from the Triumph Restaurant."

No, this voice is a bit familiar.

Yan Cheng recalled where he heard it before, and asked calmly, "Do you have a delivery card? Can you still deliver at this time?"

Yan Zhuoying nodded, bowed his head and took out the flyer from the takeaway bag and handed it over: "It can still be delivered, here is the menu, and the meal can be delivered by calling the phone number above."

He must have heard this voice somewhere before, Yan Cheng took the flyer, his eyes still fixed on Yan Zhuoying.It made him stand at the door, neither advancing nor retreating, and he didn't have the confidence to say what to see in a vicious voice.

Under the stalemate between the two sides, the door in front of him suddenly opened, and the people inside saw Yan Zhuoying standing at the door with a meal in his hand, and asked a little unhappy, "Is there anything else?"

"Oh, I just delivered food to you. The delivery is wrong. This is yours." When Yan Zhuoying saw the person coming out, he quickly explained clearly and handed over the correct delivery.

Fortunately, the takeaway that was brought in just now has not been unpacked. After confirming that the meal was delivered correctly this time, Yan Zhuoying still did not forget to send someone a happy meal, although the only response to her was the closed door in person.

He heaved a sigh of relief and turned around to send another household off, only to find that Yan Cheng was still standing there looking at him with a subtle expression on his face.

It's numb, Dao Yan, the big brother, won't recognize me, right?

Yan Zhuoying's body tensed up. Originally, Yan Cheng had a bad impression of him, so if he recognized him, he would be directly upgraded from a trafficker without acting skills to a traffic freak without acting skills, and the days to come would be snowflakes The north wind is rustling?

In case he still tells others...

Yan Zhuoying's breath was stagnant, she wanted to slip, to run, to pretend she didn't know anything.

"You..." Yan Cheng suddenly turned his head to see if there was any sneak shot by the media behind him, to make sure it was safe before he could say the next thing, but when he turned his head back, Yan Zhuoying, who was standing in front of him, turned his head and ran away.

Yan Cheng: ...

He chased after him immediately: "Why are you running!"

"Hurry up to deliver the meal!" Even if he is recognized, the takeaway avatar can't be lost, as long as he doesn't poke it, the triumphant soil restaurant on his body is his protective color!

I have never done such an idol disqualification in my life, Yan Zhuoying felt that it was ridiculous for him to run at this moment, but Director Yan behind him didn't stop.

"You will spill the oil soup if you run like this!" Yan Cheng had a flash of inspiration, "It's all spilled!"

Yan Zhuoying stopped quickly, raised the boxed lunch in her hand and took a closer look, it was not a single drop.But at this time Yan Cheng had already walked in front of him, he took a few breaths before asking: "Good guy, what are you running for?"

"I'm in a hurry to deliver the food." Yan Zhuoying still answered the same way, "I have to deliver the food."

Triumph takeaway, the mission must be fulfilled.

"Okay, yes." Yan Cheng nodded his head and looked at him, pursed his lips and asked, "Why are you dressed like this?"

Really recognized.

Yan Zhuoying was silent for two seconds, feeling that her resistance was useless, but she felt that the corridor was not a good place to talk, so she faltered for a long time and only asked, "Director Yan, how did you recognize me?"

Yan Cheng pointed to his neck: "Boy, the color of his neck has faded."

Yan Zhuoying: ...

He just said, he said that the coloring of soy sauce is not reliable!

"What kind of cosmetics do you use? The makeup is not strong at all. It melts away when you sweat. Could it be from our crew?" Yan Cheng frowned and began to wonder if someone in the makeup team was getting kickbacks when he heard Yan Zhuo Ying said two words indifferently.

soy sauce.

Yan Zhuoying: "It's served with soy sauce."

Yan Cheng: ...

The eldest brother Yan Cheng clicked his tongue hard, stretched out his hand to touch his shiny bald head, and patted it twice as hard as picking a watermelon, making two muffled noises.

"Bull!" Yan Cheng gave him a thumbs up.

He looked at Yan Zhuoying's outfit, ignoring the soy sauce colored skin, the overall details were indeed there.He watched it carefully for a while, and finally found the reason why Yan Zhuoying was not pleasing to the eye since the filming started.

"Okay, you go and deliver the leftovers." Yan Cheng waved him to go.

Yan Zhuoying, who was heartbroken, turned around and walked out, but was stopped after taking two steps. As soon as he turned his head, he saw Yan Cheng raised the flyer in his hand and asked, "Can I really order food?"

Yan Zhuoying: "Really, and it's really delicious."

Yan Cheng nodded, Yan Zhuoying turned around and continued walking, but was stopped again.

"Later, after you finish packing, come to me with the script." Yan Cheng looked at him, "Wash off the soy sauce."

Yan Zhuoying's heart skipped a beat, ringing, ringing, ringing, the chord sound of the alarm.

In the middle of the night, the script, the lonely man and the widowed man, a director and a young man, Yan Zhuoying had thousands of thoughts in his mind, and in the end thousands of words merged into one sentence——

Unspoken rules, daba.