Chapter 4 A Drunk

Zhou Jiayan was shivering all over, and the car almost missed the flower bed.

He licked his lips, "That... when did it happen? Why didn't you tell me, I want to pack a van... a van to support you."

"Yesterday," Si Miao said, "it's okay, it's a physical marriage."

Zhou Jiayan understood in an instant, "No money? Just tell me if you need money, how can you..."

How can I betray myself? Zhou Jiayan couldn't bear to say this.

"I need too much money," Si Miao shook his head indifferently. "You lent me all the money last time. I really can't find any other way except for marriage."

Zhou Jiayan was just a group leader, and he didn't have a lot of money on his body. Some time ago, he called Si Miao all the 100,000 of his card.

Zhou Jiayan was speechless for a while, and there was silence in the car for a while, "Is the other party a man or a woman?"

"male."

Zhou Jiayan understood Si Miao's sexuality, and he breathed a sigh of relief, "Aren't you over forty years old?"

"No," Si Miao's first time seeing Ji Dongdong came to mind, "it's not greasy, it's beautiful."

Zhou Jiayan looked at him in surprise.

There are many beauties in the entertainment industry, especially the Film Academy, which is the cradle of stunning beauty. Every day when you look up, you can see all kinds of handsome guys and beauties running in front of you. After Zhou Jiayan has been there a few times, she is almost immune to beauty.

Si Miao didn't even bother to look at it, and Si Miao's leg control Zhou Jiayan knew that a man who could get such a high evaluation from Si Miao must be good-looking and in better shape.

"Are there any photos?" Zhou Jiayan was curious, "Take it out, I'll observe it."

"No," Si Miao recalled the indifferent look of the man, "I seriously doubt that I will not be able to see his photo during the contract period."

The two went to the most frequented night market, and Zhou Jiayan parked the car in a nearby community and went straight to the food stall familiarly.

The proprietress was busy with her work. Seeing that she was a regular customer, she waved her hand, "Sister is too busy, so you can give it to the master yourself."

"Okay~" Zhou Jiayan picked out a large amount of meat skewers and chicken wings. Just as he was about to get a beer, he thought that he would have to drive, and reluctantly put it back, "What is he doing?"

What he asked about was Si Miao's marriage partner, and Si Miao told the truth: "He opened an Internet cafe."

"It can be considered a legitimate income, since you look good..." Zhou Jiayan lowered her voice, "Why don't you try it everywhere, it's all men, and no one suffers."

Si Miao took a bite of the meat and said without thinking, "Absolutely impossible."

Seeing that his friend was so sure, Zhou Jiayan suddenly stopped gossiping. The two chatted about the recently aired movies and TV series. Halfway through the meal, Zhou Jiayan's phone rang.

He has two mobile phones, one is the old-fashioned Apple 4, which takes half an hour to boot, and the other is a new model released by Huawei last year.

The food stall was too noisy, Zhou Jiayan made a gesture and took Huawei to the next alley to answer the phone, Si Miao's eyes inadvertently fell on Apple.

Having known Zhou Jiayan for so long, Si Miao has never seen this phone ring, but Zhou Jiayan renews the account every month and carries it with him every day.

He never asked Zhou Jiayan why he did this. He is not a talkative person. If Zhou Jiayan wanted to say something, he would naturally tell him.

It didn't take long for Zhou Jiayan to come back, his face flushed, and it looked like he had drank a hundred bottles of fake wine.

He patted the phone in front of Si Miao, "Guess who's calling."

Except for a few familiar group performances, there is no overlap between the two in their social circles.

"It can't be Director Guo." Si Miao said uncertainly.

Zhou Jiayan pulled out two bottles of beer from behind, opened the cap with his teeth, and slammed it on the table, "I originally wanted to pay for this meal, but now you can order it."

"Come on," Zhou Jiayan raised his glass and said excitedly, "I joined the group three days later, congratulations to our Xiaosi, we finally can make a play with lines!"

Director Guo didn't have Si Miao's phone number, so he could only contact him through Zhou Jiayan. When he received the news, Si Miao thought that Zhou Jiayan was joking.

Director Guo's "rejection after ten moves" is very obvious, and Si Miao died when he went out from the east.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be... done!

Si Miao was stunned for a long time, then lowered his head, "Thank you, Brother Yan."

His voice was low, and if he listened carefully, he could hear some unnoticeable trembling, and Zhou Jiayan couldn't help but feel sore, "Thank me for what you did, you did a good job."

The two kept clinking glasses, and they didn't know how much they drank. The night was getting darker, and finally the proprietress couldn't stand it anymore and told them to go home quickly.

Zhou Jiayan shook his head and called for a driver, and asked the driver to send Si Miao home first. Fortunately, Si Miao remembered the address, got off the car with the quilt, and entered the unit door in a daze.

The elevator button was as if it was against him, it kept shaking, Si Miao poked it a lot, and finally got to the 17th floor.

After getting off the elevator, a cool breeze blew over, making him a little awake.

He suddenly realized a problem - this is not his home.

This is the home of the little boss of the Internet cafe! People should be asleep now, and they will definitely wake people up when they go in!

There are quilts in the left and right hands, why don't you sleep at the door?

Si Miao bit her lip, tangled up and down, and the door in front of her suddenly opened.

He almost didn't get hit, staggered back, the man in pajamas frowned, "Don't come in yet."

"Oh, oh," Si Miao hurried in, "how do you know I'm outside, outside?"

Ji Yuedong said with a stern face, "you walk around the door, who can't hear you."

"Yes, sorry." Si Miao touched her nose and kicked off her shoes.

He was really drunk and couldn't walk in a straight line. Ji Yuedong couldn't watch someone fall into his living room, so he took him to the bedroom.

Si Miao spread the quilt and snuck into the quilt, revealing only a pair of eyes.

"Ji Dongdong," Si Miao smiled with crooked eyes, "I was hit by a pie today~"

The tutor once commented on Si Miao behind his back - this child is not like a person of this age at all, mature and introverted and terrible, except for acting, he can't see his true emotions at all.

After drinking too much, in the little quilt with a sense of security, I still couldn't help showing off my feathers like a chick, "I was selected to be in Director Guo's crew."

Ji Yuedong didn't feel that he was obliged to talk to the drunkard, "Well."

Unaffected by his indifferent attitude, Si Miao said to herself, "I never thought that I would have the opportunity to make a movie with a great director...and a character as good as the fourth male."

When he spoke, he looked fixedly at Ji Yuedong, his eyes twinkling, "I was smashed by a pie just after I married you. You said that you...are you very prosperous?"

Ji Yuedong: "..."

Feudal dross is unacceptable.

"Go to sleep," Ji Yuedong frowned, "it's very late."

"Yeah!" Si Miao focused his head a few times, thumped up, turned off the light, and thumped down again.

Ji Yuedong was helpless and brought him the door. Just as he was about to return to his room, a weak call came from behind, "Ji Dongdong."

Ji Yuedong reacted for a while before remembering his new name, "...Huh?"

Si Miao leaned out halfway, "Tomorrow, can you come back to my hometown with me?"

He stretched out his index finger and made a random gesture in front of him, "Please, just this time."

Ji Yuedong looked at him sideways, he wanted to refuse, but the words came to his lips, but he couldn't say anything.

"...Okay, just once."

Si Miao's wine is very good, he doesn't cry, doesn't make trouble, doesn't vomit. He slept obediently all night, except for a little dizzy in the morning, he basically didn't feel anything.

The only side effect - he forgot all the crap he said last night.

So when he found Ji Yuedong sitting in the dining room and drinking coffee slowly, Si Miao looked up at his watch, "It's ten o'clock, aren't you going to the store?"

In just one second this time, Ji Yuedong remembered that "shop" refers to an Internet cafe, "If you don't need me to go back to your hometown with you, I'll leave now."

"..." The memory returned a little, and Si Miao hurriedly saved, "Need and need!"

After speaking, he remembered one thing, "Ji Dongdong, can you give me your ID number, I'll book the ticket."

"Book a ticket..." Ji Yuedong frowned, "How far is your home?"

Si Miao mentioned a place name. It was a small county town in Lin City, H City. Ji Yuedong estimated in his heart, "Drive there, enough time."

After all, he was begging others to accompany him back. Si Miao naturally respected Ji Yuedong's choice. He quickly packed himself up and put on a new backpack.

With a bulging backpack, Ji Yuedong asked Si Miao to wait outside for a while, and he went to the garage to pick up the car.

Usually a driver picks him up at work, so he almost forgot what car was in the garage, so Ji Yuedong found a cheap Mercedes-Benz G500 at random and drove it out.

Si Miao sat up and opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something. Ji Yuedong saw his hesitation and said lightly, "I borrowed it from a friend."

"Oh," Si Miao felt relieved, "I'll fill up the gas when I come back, don't owe my friends favor."

The fuel tank of this car is big, and it eats refined grains. A full tank of fuel is not a small amount. Ji Yuedong glanced at him from the rearview mirror.

At a young age, he was quite mature in life.

He neither agreed nor refused.

Si Miao's hometown is in a small village past the county seat, and there is a section of road in the middle that is particularly bad. Fortunately, the chassis of this car is high, otherwise it will definitely be scraped.

Si Miao didn't seem to have any joy in going home on the way, only in the second half, probably because he was afraid that Ji Yuedong would get sleepy while driving, he chatted with him about opening an Internet cafe.

At the other end, different from the calm in the car, opposite the small hotel where Si Miao lived, in the five-star hotel, a delicate-looking man held up his mobile phone, and his sharp voice almost pierced his eardrums, "Lin Huaqiang, how dare you? Dare to lie to me?!"

The author has something to say: Ji Dongdong: Okay, from a certain point of view, I really want to be rich 🙂