I’m Really a Superstar

After a while.

Ding dong ding dong ding dong.

The doorbell rang, and it was pressed four or five times in succession.

When a member of the family comes back, if they don’t bring the key, they usually ring the doorbell once, which is more casual. If guests or relatives come to the door, they usually ring the doorbell twice to appear more polite. Sometimes, for people with a carefree personality, it doesn’t matter if they ring the doorbell three times. It’s all relative. Normal range. But for the first time when he visited someone else's house, he rang the doorbell four or five times in succession. Without asking, Zhang Ye knew who was coming as soon as he heard it. He was the only one who was cheerful and kind in front of the public media but had a different personality in private. What a bad diva!

"It's coming, it's coming!" Zhang Ye shouted.

Ding dong, walking slowly, the doorbell rang twice more.

Zhang Ye was at a loss for words, so he went up and opened the door. Sure enough, a "fully armed" young woman stood outside, it was Zhang Yuanqi.

"So slow?" She stepped in.

Zhang Ye closed the door and said, "Please let me come over."

She asked, "Is there no one?"

"There is no one, don't worry." Zhang Ye said.

She put a zippered package in her hand on the ground, "There's wine inside, some red and some beer. You can choose what you want to drink."

Now that things are like this, Zhang Ye can only keep company, "What are you drinking?"

"Red." She sat down on the sofa in the living room.

Zhang Ye bent down to open the bag, took out the red wine, and then found clothes under the red wine. The red and white fabrics were folded together, so he couldn't see clearly what the clothes were. "Why do you bring so many things? What are you doing?" Where are you? I heard on the phone that your agent is looking for you."

She leaned on the sofa a little tired, closed her eyes and fell asleep, "The suburbs of Beijing, the film and television base, I have been living near there for the past few days when filming." She opened her eyes and looked over, "Where is the wine?"

"We're fighting." Zhang Ye did have a bottle opener at home. It seemed to be a small gift that came with a rice cooker that his mother bought a while ago, but he was not very skilled in using it. It took him a long time to open the bottle and find the bottle opener. The cup poured a cup for each of them.

As soon as he finished pouring it, Zhang Yuanqi picked it up and raised it.

Zhang Ye reluctantly clinked glasses with him and said, "Drink less. Drinking on an empty stomach in the morning will hurt your stomach."

Before he finished speaking, Lao Zhang had already finished his drink and then looked at his glass.

Zhang Ye had no choice but to have a drink with her and drink it all.

Lao Zhang picked up the red wine bottle and poured half a glass for herself first, and then poured it for Zhang Ye, "Here." This red wine was probably not cheap, and the way they drank it was obviously a waste.

Two drinks in a row.

Zhang Yuanqi's beautiful brows relaxed slightly.

Zhang Ye smiled and said, "How many days have you been holding back your alcohol addiction?"

"Two months," she said.

Zhang Ye said: "Hey, if you want to drink, come to me." Although he said he was annoyed with her, Zhang Ye would welcome Lao Zhang if he really wanted to come over. In the past, every time the queen skipped work, she would run to her home. Once she was here with Zhang Ye, it was impossible for others to find her, because even Fang Weihong didn't know that Zhang Ye and Zhang Yuanqi had such a close friendship. Secondly, apart from Zhang Yuanqi's parents and relatives, Zhang Ye is probably the only one in the world who knows about her bad temper. Every time around Zhang Ye, Lao Zhangcai doesn't know how to wear any mask. What is your temper is what you have.

She raised her eyes and said, "You have to have time to drink with me.

In the past two months, the news has been all about you. "

Hearing this, Zhang Ye smiled sarcastically, "Look at your choice of words. How can I call it tossing? I am serving the people. Have you seen my new public service announcement? How do you like it?"

She said: "That's it."

Zhang Ye snorted and ignored her.

At this time, Zhang Yuanqi took off his sunglasses and a thin jacket. Zhang Ye took a quick look and found that her clothes were a little wet. Today, Zhang Yuanqi was wearing very ordinary clothes. She wears the most low-key ponytail, wearing a long-sleeved T-shirt on her upper body, sweatpants and a pair of white canvas shoes on the bottom. However, there are a lot of mud spots on the shoes now, and some parts of the shoulders and sleeves of the clothes are also stained. Even though it was wet from the rain, just walking outside like this, no one would have thought that this person would be the famous Zhang Yuanqi in the entertainment industry. It was very deceptive.

Zhang Ye said: "You didn't bring an umbrella?"

"What do you think?" she said.

"Didn't you bring some clothes with you? Why don't you change into something dry and don't catch a cold." Zhang Ye said politely, "No, you can take a shower."

Just listen to her say: "Okay."

Zhang Ye blinked, "Are you really washing?"

She looked over and said, "Am I still pretending to wash it?"

"Hey, no." Zhang Ye said in his heart that he was just being polite. "Then you go ahead and wash it. I'll turn on the water heater for you. Well, our bathroom is a bit messy, so you can make do with it."

She stood up and said, "You can drink it yourself first."

"It's okay, I'll wait for you." Zhang Ye also found a towel for her, "The towel is mine, but my mother washed it new. It's useless for me to take a bath just now. It's clean."

She said: "I have a towel in my bag."

"Oh, that's fine." Zhang Ye said.

Finally, Zhang Yuanqi sneezed, sniffed, took her bag and entered the bathroom, closed the door, and there was no movement.

Zhang Ye had nothing to do in the outhouse, so he casually chatted with her through the door, "No filming today?"

A female voice came from the door, "It's raining."

Zhang Ye said, "What movies are you shooting these days?"

"The Grandmaster."

"Hey, martial arts type?"

"Martial arts."

"Hey, do you know how to do martial arts?"

"There are martial arts instructors."

"What kind of effort are you doing?"

"Baguazhang, Xingyiquan, Tai Chi."

"Tai Chi?" Zhang Ye was stunned, "I heard that this national martial art has been lost, hasn't it? Is there anyone in your crew who knows this?"

"When you make a movie, do you think you really understand Chinese martial arts?"

"Oh, that's it. I said there is no one alive in this world who knows Tai Chi." Zhang Ye's voice was a little low on the last sentence, and he was probably talking to himself.

The female voice inside said: "What did you say?"

Zhang Ye immediately said: "I didn't say anything."

There was the sound of slippers moving slightly in the bathroom, as well as some rustling sounds. It was estimated that Lao Zhang had almost finished taking off his clothes. After a while, the sound of running water came.

Zhang Ye knew that he could no longer hear what he was saying, so he went back to the living room and sat down. After waiting for about ten minutes, Lao Zhang washed himself very quickly, probably just to rinse off the rainwater on his body, and then the bathroom door opened. , the whirring heat and the scent of shampoo poured into the living room from inside.

"finished Wash?"

"Um."

"The wine is poured for you."

"good."

Lao Zhang didn't leave the bathroom.

Zhang Ye went over and took a look and saw that Lao Zhang was actually wearing a bathrobe at the moment. It was a white style. It was obviously brought by herself and not from Zhang Ye's home. Zhang Yuanqi was looking at the mirror and was looking at his face. Touching things, a bottle of water-like toner, and some facial creams, and even skin care products and cosmetics were carried in her bag. The equipment was very complete, and Zhang Ye couldn't help but think that you are planning to stay at our house and not leave?

He had to ask, "When will you go back?"

Lao Zhang didn't look at him and said, "Noon or afternoon."

"That's fine. My parents get off work at five or six, so you can leave before then." Zhang Ye reminded again: "By the way, Sister Zhang, you're not losing your hair, are you?"

Zhang Yuanqi ignored him.

The relationship between Zhang Ye and Lao Zhang is no longer as strange as before. They are relatively familiar with each other and understand each other well. They also have something to say. He said: "My mother's hair is not as long as yours. If it falls out somewhere, I will My parents looked at it and thought I brought someone back." In the house he rented over the corner gate, it didn't matter because he lived alone, but this is his parents' house, so he has to be more careful.

After applying the skin care products, Lao Zhang didn't even dry his hair. He just walked out with a fragrant smell, sat on the sofa, raised his wine glass, and drank it himself.

Zhang Ye also drank with her.

"This wine is still good."

"improvise."

"Hey, drink slowly and wait for me to drink."

"Hurry up."

"I'm almost dead. You're the only one drinking so early in the morning."

The two of them had nothing serious to say, but the atmosphere was surprisingly harmonious.

This has probably always been the way Zhang Ye and the Queen get along. In terms of common language, although they are both from the entertainment industry, due to personality issues, they really don’t have much in common. Lao Zhang is not a good person in private. People who love to talk are a bit rigid, and they are far less cheerful than they are in front of people and on TV. This has led to their current state. They don't talk much, they don't talk and laugh so much, and they are not very speculative. But it just seems like two people. There are two types of people in the world, two types of people that never seem to have much intersection, but their friendship is not shallow.

They once slept together under the same quilt when they were in the Express Hotel. When Lao Zhang had an accident, Zhang Ye rushed to the Spring Festival Gala to help. When Zhang Ye was in trouble, Lao Zhang also did his best. He mobilized fans on Weibo to help Zhang Ye build momentum for the police station. He was released after causing huge pressure. He protected Zhang Ye in the dressing room of the Spring Festival Gala from being discovered by other female celebrities who were changing clothes. They also hid from reporters together and climbed over the wall and jumped through the window together. The two of them have many secrets between them, which can never be told to outsiders. Only the other party knows about them. This also creates a special relationship between the two of them that is not like friends but is better than friends. In short, this can be regarded as a relationship. A rather strange thing.

Zhang Ye regarded Lao Zhang as a friend.

Lao Zhang was not very defensive about him.

No, the diva didn't know whether she didn't bring a change of clothes or what. She was sitting there in a bathrobe. A lot of her thighs were exposed. There was also a deep cleavage at the neckline. Her hair was not blow-dried, so even if she dried it with a towel, it wouldn't be a bit dry. There was no water, but from time to time there were drops of water falling from her hair, falling onto the yukata on her shoulders, or falling into her neck and chest, gathering, gathering again, until the skin could no longer hang on. The water drops immediately slid along the collarbone and neck into the breast groove and disappeared. I don't know whether it fell into the bra and was absorbed by the fabric, or whether it flowed directly along the breast groove and onto the stomach.

The rain outside is beautiful.

But compared with the people in the room, the scenery is better here.

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