I’m Really a Superstar

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daytime.

Warm sunlight shines into the house.

There were too many calls on the mobile phone - Zhang Ye turned it off.

The information on the Internet was too chaotic—Zhang Ye also disconnected the Internet.

He went to the living room to get a pot of water, a teacup and Pu'er tea leaves. He returned to his room and sat on the bay window to bask in the sun. He made himself a cup of Pu'er tea. He shook the cup and smelled the aroma. Zhang Ye sipped lightly. Sip tea one sip while looking at the scenery in the garden downstairs.

At this moment, Zhang Ye's heart really calmed down. Thinking about his actions yesterday, he was indeed a little impulsive, but he did not regret it.

Are you quitting the entertainment industry now?

Are you going to give up on your dream of becoming the world's top star?

Zhang Ye gently placed the tea cup on the bay window. He felt that he still couldn't do it, but what should he do in the future? What should he do in the future? He should think about it. Go and sing? Can’t escape radio and television to act? He couldn't escape the radiation from the State Administration of Press, Publication, Radio, Film and Television, even when he was writing novels. Zhang Ye seemed to be in a desperate situation, and now there was little chance of him turning around.

What to order?

Whatever you want to do in the entertainment industry, it seems that it is inseparable from radio and television.

And to be honest, Zhang Ye is still reluctant to part with his "Zhang Ye Talk Show", too reluctant to part with it. This column has cost him too much effort. Not to mention anything else, he just spent the reputation points to purchase the memory search capsule integration. How much does it cost to put together a program? For this column, Zhang Ye hardly had a good night's sleep in those days. Sometimes he would work overtime at night, and sometimes he would sleep in the recording studio, hungry and full. A program produced with such great effort, It only aired for a few episodes before being discontinued? Zhang Ye would not give up no matter what he thought. If possible, of course he would like to continue doing his own talk show. At least he should be given more than one month to finish the first season of "Zhang Ye's Talk Show". Otherwise, he would How do you introduce your masterpiece to others? What is your representative work? Oh, just four or five issues of Zhang Ye’s talk show? What kind of masterpiece is this? It's like a two-hour movie. You only shot it for ten minutes. Who would admit that it is a classic?

The suspension of "Zhang Ye's Talk Show" made Zhang Ye feel distressed and regretful, so he got so angry at the radio and television press conference.

How can the show be revived?

Is there any other way?

Zhang Ye shook his head and gave up hope. Now let's take it step by step and see how the situation develops. If it doesn't work, he will pay for a recording studio to continue recording the talk show, and then send it to On the Internet, although it may involve the copyright of Wei Wo, or the conditions may be limited and the funds may be limited, the recording effect is not good, and the publicity is not enough and not many people pay attention, but Zhang Ye is definitely going to record the talk show It's all done, it must start and end. These are his qualifications. Unless he really doesn't want to develop in the entertainment industry in the future, otherwise Zhang Ye will not give up these qualifications and achievements. After all, he has paid too much for this. .

It's noon.

hungry.

Zhang Ye wandered to the refrigerator and opened the door. He saw that there were still some leftover dishes from yesterday, so he heated them up in the microwave and ate them all.

After the meal, Zhang Ye washed the dishes and wiped the table, and suddenly felt that it was quite comfortable to drop everything and take a rest for a while.

Feeling better.

Zhang Ye turned on his mobile phone and sent a text message to Dong Shanshan: Will you come back for dinner tonight?

Didi, the other party quickly replied: Go back and eat, what do you want to eat?

Zhang Ye typed: You don't need to cook or buy groceries today. I'll do it. Then in the afternoon I'll call and order some dishes. Can we have some drinks?

The other party replied: Whatever.

Zhang Ye: Drink red or white?

The other party sent: All is fine, I will sacrifice my life to accompany the gentleman.

Zhang Ye smiled: Okay, it's settled, I'll wait for you tonight.

Zhang Ye put down his phone and turned it off again. He didn't want to think about anything else. He just wanted to relax today. He didn't go online either and cut off all contact with the outside world. Then he walked to the balcony, where there was a jog left by the landlord. Zhang Ye, who was wearing pajamas, stepped on the machine and started running. He has been busy working for so many days and has no days or days. His physical exercise has also fallen behind. Finally, when he had a chance to rest, he also started to exercise. Firstly, it is good for the body. Secondly, he has the skills of Taekwondo and Tai Chi. , it depends on Zhang Ye's physical fitness. The stronger his power response and physical strength, the greater the effect of his skills will naturally be.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Zhang Ye finished his run covered in sweat.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Zhang Ye went out after taking a shower and went to the supermarket to buy two bottles of red wine. There seemed to be no goblets at home, so he bought a few.

Back home.

Take the key and open the door.

But when Zhang Ye opened the door, he was stunned, "Hey, why are you back? It's only around three o'clock."

The person standing in the living room was Dong Shanshan. She had obviously just walked in. After hanging up her bag, she was putting her long curly hair up. She turned around and said with a smile: "I have no work in the afternoon, so I got off work early." .”

Zhang Ye closed the door and came in with red wine, "Then why don't you tell me?"

Dong Shanshan glanced at him, "What I want to say is that your phone must be turned on."

"Hey, I forgot." Zhang Ye smiled, "Are you hungry? Can I order food?"

Dong Shanshan smiled and said: "I just finished lunch. I'm not in a hurry to eat. Hey, have you bought wine? How about we drink some first? Come on, give me the cup." She walked into the kitchen with high heels to wash the cup.

Zhang Ye opened the red wine without saying a word and filled it for the two of them.

"Let's go." Dong Shanshan raised his glass, clinked it with him, and drank half of it in one gulp.

Zhang Ye followed her and drank half of the drink, then breathed a sigh of relief and sat down next to her.

"Huh, it's still warm at home." Dong Shanshan reached out to unbutton the woolen coat, opened his chest, took off the coat, and hung it aside.

As soon as the coat was taken off, the school beauty's inner clothes were also exposed. She was wearing a cheongsam to work today. It was a long cheongsam with a white background and red flowers embroidered on it. This was the first time Zhang Ye saw Dong Shanshan dressed like this. , couldn't help but stay for a moment. The cheongsam is too sexy on her body. The cheongsam is already thin, and it is very flattering. It outlines the curves of Dong Shanshan's body. The slit of her thigh almost reaches the root of her thigh. From the slit of her cheongsam, From the place to the feet, you can see a faint trace of stockings floating on the legs. Extending downward, Dong Shanshan's feet wrapped in stockings are also embedded in a pair of off-white ten centimeter stiletto heels. No wonder she had her hair tied up when she entered the house. It turned out that her hair was tied up not to facilitate her work, but to match the cheongsam underneath, making her look classic and beautiful.

Zhang Ye joked: "You are really not afraid of the cold."

Walking back, Dong Shanshan sat down on the sofa again, crossed his legs and said with a smile: "There are coats outside, and there are air conditioners at work and home. Why is it cold?"

Zhang Ye glanced at her bulging chest a few more times, "That's not warm either."

Dong Shanshan said disapprovingly: "We are public figures. If we dress too casually in a rustic manner, it would be very miserable if we were recognized on the street or photographed somewhere." She shrugged. , she said happily: "So my principle is that I have to dress up the best wherever I go out."

Zhang Ye blinked and said, "You are really dedicated." As he said that, he calmly reached out to touch her hand.

Dong Shanshan ducked away with a smile, "Why did you do anything?"

Zhang Ye cried miserably: "Your old classmates have been banned, and they won't be able to eat in the future. As an old classmate, do you think you have to comfort me?"

"Oh, how can you comfort me?" Dong Shanshan blinked her beautiful eyes.

Zhang Ye took his hand up again, but this time he didn't look for her little hand, but placed it on Dong Shanshan's upper thigh wrapped in cheongsam, "Like this."

Dong Shanshan didn't hide and looked at him, "Is this comforting?"

"Yeah, I'm easily satisfied." Zhang Ye told her casually.

Dong Shanshan picked up the goblet, drank one with him, and then said: "Okay, seeing how miserable my old classmate is, I will comfort you, but don't move your hands blindly, you can only This area."

"Okay." The two of them continued drinking.

Zhang Ye was chatting with her while gently squeezing her thighs. The cheongsam was very slippery and made of satin. It touched her strong and slender thighs through the material, and there was also a layer of stockings inside. It had a different flavor, and Zhang Ye had only touched her thigh a few times before, but had never touched her thigh so carefully. It felt so good, so he moved his hand downwards unsatisfied.

One centimeter...

Three centimeters...

The hand came to the outside of her thigh.

That's where Dong Shanshan's cheongsam was unfurled. There was no obstruction from the cheongsam fabric, and her thighs and stockings were nakedly exposed in front of Zhang Ye's eyes. They were facing him.

"How's it going at the company?" Zhang Ye asked, reaching into the place where the flag was opened, inserting his fingers inside, and touching her legs through the stockings.

Dong Shanshan shook the red wine glass, "What else can we do? They are all talking about you. You have become famous in the industry this time. Now the State Administration of Radio, Film and Television probably knows your name."

Zhang Ye pushed his fingers deeper inside. Because the skirt of the cheongsam was tight and the space was relatively small, his fingers were very squeezed as soon as they went in. His hand was pinched between the cheongsam and her thighs, feeling full of pressure. But Zhang Ye was still rubbing those beautiful legs, regardless of whether he would tear her cheongsam off.

"That's almost enough. This is no longer that area." Dong Shanshan stopped.

Zhang Ye refused to listen, "Isn't this the area you mentioned? I didn't touch any other places." Then he changed the topic, "By the way, the General Administration also knows about me, right?"

Dong Shanshan laughed and said: "You have made such a big fuss, how can we still not know about you? I received a call from a former colleague at Xishan Provincial TV Station this morning, and she even talked to me about you. She may have some insider knowledge. News, I heard that last night, your name was registered with the State Administration of Radio, Film and Television, and you became a member of their key surveillance list." She was probably a little embarrassed by Zhang Ye's touch, and lowered Erlang's legs.