The Ghostbuster and the Almighty Man

Zheng Quzhi's heartbeat suddenly accelerated. Perceiving the touch just now, Zheng Qu twisted his fingers uncomfortably, and his ears were slightly hot.

The car began to drive smoothly on the road.

The car was too quiet, Zheng Qu knew he couldn't get down, and he had to endure most of the journey before he said: "Mr. Wei, why do you cooperate with the police?"

I've long wanted to ask about this.

"I have nothing to do, and occasionally do something for the country." Wei Yan said lazily. The earliest was a few years ago when an evil spirit continued to harm people, and the police investigation was fruitless. He couldn't stand it and came forward to solve the evil spirit.

Later, someone approached him and asked him to cooperate with the police to solve some supernatural cases.

Anyway, he wants to get rid of evil spirits, so as long as he is in a good mood, he will help the police solve the case.

Hearing that, Zheng Quzhi felt a little complicated. Look at people, the big guy is the big guy, and then look at yourself, you will laugh from ear to ear when you take a scene with a male four...

"By the way, Mr. Wei, in what capacity are you going to Yanglin Town with me this time? Our director doesn't like actors dragging their family with their mouths." Zheng Quzhi suddenly remembered Fan Jin's rules, and Fan Jin is extremely demanding of actors. , I don’t like actors to film with a playful mentality, and I don’t like actors taking family and friends to film.

I remember he said before: "Filming is not a travel. If you want to drag your family and your mouth, then just roll up and get out of my crew!"

Therefore, as long as it is Fan Jin's play, the actors are honest and dare not drag their family.

A dark color flashed in Wei Yan's eyes, and Qi Yue had already investigated the director's information clearly and naturally knew the rules. After a long silence, he said, "Assistant or bodyguard."

assistant Manager? bodyguard?

Zheng Quzhi glanced up and down at Wei Yan for a few times. If only Wei Yan is so handsome and so temperamental, would anyone believe him if he was an assistant or a bodyguard? ? Would he not believe it?

The expression on Zheng Quzhi's face was too obvious, Wei Yan pursed his lips, and explained in a low voice, "I will pretend."

"In disguise?" Zheng Quzhi swallowed, and his attention suddenly turned to another direction: "Mr. Wei, why are you talking sly?"

Wei Yan's face became stiff, and his fingers tightened slightly.

"When I was young, my parents used to talk to me like this, subtly." Wei Yan spoke for a while.

This was the first time Wei Yan mentioned about his family. Zheng Quzhi raised his mind. In Wei's house, he didn't see a picture of Wei Yan's parents, nor could he find a trace of his parents' lives.

"It turned out to be like this, Mr. Wei, where do your parents live now? You have helped me so much, and I have never had the opportunity to visit my uncle and aunt!" Zheng Quzhi said with a smile.

A dark color flashed across Wei Yan's eyes, stopped the car, and said a little coldly: "They are all dead."

After that, he opened the door neatly and got off.

Zheng Quzhi was startled, but Wei Yan did not expect that both his parents had died. Thinking of what he said just now, and thinking about Wei Yan’s expression just now, Zheng Quzhi was a little flustered, hurriedly got out of the car, and yelled very sincerely: "I'm sorry! Mr. Wei, I didn't mean to offend!"

Wei Yan didn't stop, and his voice didn't sound like it was all right: "Nothing."

Looking at Wei Yan's back, Zheng Quzhi stopped. It seemed that Wei Yan seemed very sensitive to his parents' affairs, and he seemed to offend Wei Yan again.

Zheng Quzhi didn't see Wei Yan all day.

At dinner, Zheng Quzhi gave Cai Qian a chicken leg and asked, "Brother Cai, why doesn't Mr. Wei come out for dinner?"

Cai Qian looked at the extra chicken drumsticks in the bowl, his eyes rounded, and he was wary: "Sir, what are you doing with so much inquiries?!!! Also, why do you give me the chicken drumsticks?"

Qi Mo tweeted, put the chicken legs from Cai Qian's bowl into his own bowl, and smiled at the guilty Zheng Quzhi: "Zheng Quzhi, are you making our husband unhappy?"

"I didn't!" Feeling the murderous gaze from Cai Qian, Zheng Quzhi shook his head quickly, with a strong sense of survival.

Hearing this, Qi Yan glanced through Zheng Quzhi without breaking his eyes. After a few minutes of silence, his eyes rolled and he squinted and said, "Mr.'s stomach is not good, so I can't stop eating, Zheng Quzhi, otherwise you will send me a meal?"

Cai Qian had a black face for a moment, and just about to speak, Qi Yue stretched out his foot with a smile, and kicked Cai Qian hard under the table.

"Fuck!" Cai Qian grinned in pain, his face was very ugly.

Zheng Quzhi glanced at Cai Qian, then at Qi Nue, hesitated for a while, put down the bowls and chopsticks, got up, and said to the others: "Then I will send it?"

He was responsible for making Wei Yan upset.

"You give it to you." Qi Mao pressed down Cai Yuan who was trying to stand up, and smiled and pointed his finger at the lunch box on the other side: "Remember to add more dishes that Mr. likes——"

Zheng Quzhi put on a humble and studious attitude, standing at the table with a lunch box containing a good meal, and asked seriously: "What does Mr. Wei like to eat?"

Wei Yan looked like a cold and abstinent with no desires and desires, and Zheng Quzhi didn't know what he liked to eat.

"I guess..." Qi Yan's eyes turned slightly, "As long as you clip it, he likes it..."

"Nonsense!" Before Zheng Quzhi could speak, Cai Qian slapped the table viciously: "What is he!"

"I mean sincerity!" Qi Xie gave Cai Qianshunmao, boasting his own husband: "Mr. has noble morals, and naturally can't compare with those tacky people. As long as the sincerity is there, no matter who it is or what dishes, he Will like it."

Cai Qian's face was still not very good, his eyes were staring at Zheng Quzhi, and after he watched his braised pork with a few chopsticks, he finally couldn't hold back and cursed: "Mr. can't eat too greasy things!"

"Ah..." Zheng Quzhi stopped his movements and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, I didn't pay attention usually."

With that said, seeing Cai Qian wishing to rush over to beat himself, he could only put a few chopsticks and vegetables on the lunch box and ran away.

"This Zheng Quzhi is just a useless little white face, and I don't know where the husband is interested in him, so he has to keep him in the house." Cai Qian muttered unconvinced.

If Zheng Qu knows that it doesn't cause any harm to her husband, then forget it, but this person also made her husband weak, and he drank the medicine for several days.

"Big Brother Cai." Luo Xintong stood on tiptoe and clamped a chicken leg to Zhuzhu, then bulged his cheeks and agreed: "Uncle Zheng is really nothing extraordinary, I think Mr. must be too boring. Wait a while. Time, the freshness has passed, and Uncle Zheng will definitely be kicked out!"

"But Zhuzhu doesn't think it's that simple..." Zhuzhu, who lowered his head and gnawed on a chicken leg, suddenly raised his head and squinted.

"Ah, Zhuzhu is so smart." Luo Xingtong was petting and touched Zhuzhu with a smile.