It was already midnight when the two returned home.

Meng Zezhi pushed open the bedroom door, the light by the bed was on, and Duan Congyan hadn't slept yet.

"I'm back." Hearing the sound, Duan Congyan put down the book in his hand.

This scene is very similar to the scene of the wife waiting for her husband to return home.

Meng Zezhi said warmly, "You haven't slept yet?"

"Well," Duan Congyan's eyes flickered slightly, and he said, "You don't have to go to work tomorrow, it doesn't matter if you go to bed later."

I'm sure it wasn't because he wasn't there that couldn't sleep!

Meng Zezhi had a smile in his eyes. He didn't pierce him, but said, "I'm going to take a bath."

"Ok."

When Meng Zezhi packed up and changed his clothes and went into the bathroom, he heard the sound of water splattering in his ears, Duan Congyan rubbed his red ears, and his eyes fell on the folding fan that Meng Zezhi casually placed on the bedside table.

When Meng Zezhi came out of the bathroom, Duan Congyan was already lying down.

He found a hairdryer to dry his hair, then walked to the bed, lifted the quilt, lay in and hugged Duan Congyan's waist, put his head on his neck, and sniffed.

The hot and humid breath hit the skin, the numb touch spread from the neck all the way to the soles of the feet, Duan Congyan curled his toes, breathing slightly disorderly.

With his sweet wife in his arms, Meng Zezhi was satisfied, and even the fatigue of the day was gone. He asked, "By the way, are your wrists better?"

Duan Congyan tried his best to keep his tone calm, and said slowly: "Fortunately, the swelling has subsided. The doctor said that acupuncture treatment can be performed in two days."

Speaking of which, he pursed the corners of his lips.

It took him a hundred days to hurt his muscles and bones, which is equivalent to losing a hundred days of meat all at once.

However, Meng Zezhi provokes him from time to time without knowing it. Isn't this tickle, the more irritated it gets, the more itchy!

Meng Zezhi didn't know how Duan Congyan arranged him in his mind at this moment. He said, "I will accompany you when the time comes."

"Yeah." Duan Congyan hummed lightly, and was in a good mood in an instant.

It's just so cloudy (so coaxing)!

"Go to sleep," Meng Zezhi yawned. "It's so late."

"Well." Duan Congyan rolled over and fell into Meng Zezhi's arms, found a comfortable position and closed his eyes.

When he got permission, Meng Zezhi raised his hand and turned off the bedside lamp.

When woke up again, it was the next morning.

"What do you want for breakfast, I'll make it for you." Meng Zezhi kissed Duan Congyan's forehead.

Duan Congyan's drowsiness dissipated instantly, he pretended to be calm, and said casually, "Pumpkin porridge and carrot omelette."

Meng Zezhi thought for a while: "Let's get some more bacon and soft-hearted eggs."

Nutritionally balanced, just right.

As he said that, he got up and got out of bed and said, "You can sleep for a while."

"Well." Duan Congyan responded, silently turning his back.

Meng Ze knew he was there, and went straight to the bathroom.

After about a quarter of an hour, he came out after washing up, and habitually took the mobile phone by the pillow with one hand and the folding fan on the bedside table with the other.

The moment the folding fan started, Meng Ze felt something strange.

How to say, the feel is not right, and the size is not right——

He lowered his head, and the familiar sandalwood fan bones turned into beautifully patterned Merlot Bamboos.

If you unfold it again, you can see that the front is still a picture of ink and bamboo, and the back of Mr. Liu Jiasheng's script has become Mr. Wu Shanzhang's copy of Mi Fu's "Tianma Fu".

Meng Zezhi looked at the fan in his hand several times, and his eyes fell on the bedside table. He remembered that the fan was there last night.

He was thoughtful, looked up, looked at Duan Congyan with his back to him, his eyes touched his red ears hidden under the quilt, and realized.

Meng Zezhi laughed, his heart was soft and messy, he spread out his fan, fanned it, his voice was low and magnetic: "Not bad."

Duan Congyan buried half of his face in the pillow and replied in a muffled voice, "Well."

Meng Zezhi and the others had just finished breakfast when Han Daqin's assistant arrived.

He said, "Boss, "Distant Mountain" has been completed, and Lu Huaijin will fly to the capital tomorrow afternoon."

The atmosphere was solemn, Han Daqin and the others sat upright in an instant, and all looked at Meng Zezhi.

Meng Zezhi put down the water glass in his hand and said calmly, "Don't be afraid, just do as I say. But in the past few days, you should not go out again."

"Okay." Han Daqin nodded solemnly, he reached out and touched his neck, he had to stand guard at the juncture of life and death.

When the plane arrived in the capital, it was three o'clock in the afternoon.

Before getting off the plane, the agent specially instructed: "The company has arranged for fans to pick up the plane and reporters for you, so you can perform well later."

"Well." Wan Zihuai nodded.

It is normal for the brokerage company to arrange for fans to pick up the stars, especially small stars. Taking him as an example, the one that can be shot at the moment is the drama "Gong Lue", and one-third of the million fans on Weibo The second is zombie fans bought by the company, and three-quarters of the remaining third are wall fans, and there are only a handful of diehard fans.

There is no shortage of stars in the entertainment industry. If you don't pay attention, fans will climb the wall, not to mention the fact that he disappeared in front of people for nearly two months because he wanted to make a movie.

So at this time, it is necessary to increase his exposure in front of the public, arrange for fans to pick up the plane, and then bribe the reporter to publish a few reports, which is not out of the ordinary and achieves the goal.

Of course, these fans who were arranged to pick up the plane were basically not real fans, but were hired by the company. He remembered that when he died, the price of these fake fans was screaming 200, fainting, shouting Husband and tears 300, chasing car 400. If the market is good, the monthly income of five figures is not a problem.

I don't know what the price is now.

In general, Wan Zihuai is still very satisfied with the arrangement of the company. He originally thought that after he became popular overnight, he pushed back a series of announcements arranged by the company, insisted on joining the crew of "Distant Mountain", and gave up taking the opportunity to climb up. If there is a chance, the company may cool him for a while, or even give him up directly... Now it seems that the company is still very good to him.

"By the way," the agent asked as if remembering something, "Have you had any experience in this area before?"

Wan Zihuai opened her mouth and was about to say yes, but then she remembered her predecessor's identity hovering at the 18th line, and immediately changed her mind and said, "No."

"Then let me tell you a few things to keep in mind..."

"I'm coming……"

"Ah, Huai Jin, I love you—"

"My husband is even more handsome today!"

...

As soon as they got out of the airport, with deafening screams, hundreds of fans swarmed up and surrounded Wan Zihuai and his party.

Wan Zihuai was flattered and walked out with difficulty under the escort of her manager and assistant.

"Don't squeeze, don't squeeze at all, be careful to fall."

Wan Zihuai bowed almost every three steps, and even his eyes were red in the end: "Thank you for your hard work, thank you, thank you!"

"I'm sorry, it's the first time a fan came to pick me up, I'm a little excited!"

The scene became more lively for a while.

The agent watched Wan Zihuai's performance with ease and was so surprised that he could hardly shut his mouth, but when he thought of Wan Zihuai's superb acting skills, he was relieved at the moment.

He came back to his senses and helped Wan Zihuai receive a few gifts from fans.

At this moment, the crowd surged again, Wan Zihuai looked up, and a dozen black-clothed bodyguards crowded in with a girl and a middle-aged man.

The scene was so shocking that the people present subconsciously stopped their movements and looked at the girl together.

She looked excited and said in a hurried tone: "Huaijin, I'm your fan. I just got off the plane, and I didn't expect to meet you. I watched "Gong Lue" four times, and I especially liked your performance. By the way, can you sign my name?"

With that said, the girl hurriedly took out a notebook from her bag.

Wan Zihuai came back to his senses instantly, and there was still a bit of shock on his face: "Okay, okay."

He reached out and took the notebook, out of the corner of his eye he looked at the agent.

The agent shook his head calmly, this person was really not arranged by him.

Wan Zihuai understood, he was really his fan, his face became more gentle, and after signing, he returned the notebook to the girl.

The girl was even happier: "By the way, I also prepared a present for you."

Saying that, she instructed the bodyguard to open the suitcase in his hand, and took out a palm-sized brocade box and stuffed it into Wan Zihuai: "This is given to me by my brother, I think it is especially suitable for you."

Just as she was talking, the middle-aged man beside the girl raised his hand and looked at his watch, then leaned into her ear and said, "Miss, we are already late, if we delay a little longer, the dinner party should start. If we are late, Mr. would be unhappy."

Hearing the words "Mr.", the girl shrank her neck subconsciously, she looked reluctant, but still said: "Huai Jin, I should go, I will definitely visit you next time you are in the show. class……"

Before Wan Zihuai could react, the girl had already left in a hurry with her bodyguard.

The reporter on the side was also excited. He grabbed the camera and ran after him. Originally, he only thought that it would be good to go here and get thousands of red envelopes.

Two hours later, Wan Zihuai was on Weibo's hot search.

【Ah ah ah! Love Huai Jin! ! 】

[My idol is so cute, I was moved to tears. 】

[Crazy phone calls for my Huaijin! 】

[Lu Huaijin, who is this? 】

[It's the one who played Xu Jiansheng in "Gong Lue". 】

[Oh, it's that 18th-tier little actor. 】

[What's the state of mind upstairs, do you owe it to me? 】

[Haha, did I say something wrong? Look, Lu Huaijin's dog is about to come out and bite again. 】

[Front row onlookers. 】

[Your mouth is really dirty, did your mother give birth to you to eat shit? 】

...

[Yes, yes, I am small-minded, not as broad-minded as yours. Even if your idol is drinking heavily, going to nightclubs, playing reporters... You still love him, I understand, I understand! 】

[You can still take out the things that have been clarified, black fans! 】

...

[Eighteenth-line young actors can also be on the hot search? Hype it! 】

【Hype? Give it a try. The bag that the female fan is holding is LV's new product this season, 30,000 pieces, the hat on her head is New Era, 8,000 pieces, and the skirt she wears is Chanel Haute Couture, ten Wan start. 】

[Turn two pictures, the car that the local tyrant female fans got into after leaving the airport was a Bentley Mulsanne, the official price was 4.95 million, a naked car. Among the five cars on her dozen or so bodyguards were two BMW 5 Series, two Audi Q5s, and one Prado, all priced at more than 400,000 yuan. 】

[… Mom asked me why I knelt on the ground and looked at my phone. 】

[Does the local tyrant father still lack idols, the ones who are ugly and can’t act, but are especially edible. 】

[Envy Lu Huaijin! 】

[I'm more curious about what the local tyrant's father gave Lu Huaijin? 】

【Curiosity +1】

...

There are local tyrant fans in the market, and the atmosphere of the comment area has suddenly improved a lot. Seeing the increasing attention volume, Wan Zihuai's heart is relieved.

He thought for a while, got up and got out of bed, found the brocade box from a pile of gifts on the sofa, opened it, and it turned out to be a jade pendant.

He picked up the jade pendant and looked at it carefully. The jade is good jade, but the workmanship is a little rough.

Thinking of this, he suddenly smelled a faint incense, and felt relaxed and happy.

This is

He took the jade pendant and put it under his nose, took a deep breath, and a strong fragrance rushed into his nasal cavity. The next moment, he rolled his eyes and passed out.

When Wan Zihuai woke up again, he found himself in a bright cafe, and his expression tightened.

At this moment, a voice came from his ear: "Come on, sit down."

He raised his head abruptly, and on the coffee table just a few steps away from him, Meng Zezhi sat on his legs, calm.