"What's going on?"
Back home, Zhong Yibin was still in a low mood and clung to Chu Qin.
It's raining lightly today, it's not that hot, but it's a bit humid.
Chu Qin thought about making a chowder to drink.
It would be very comfortable to sit by the rainy window and drink the hot soup.
Zhong Yibin buried his nose on Chu Qin's shoulder and said in a sullen voice, "Did I use to play around with women outside?"
Chu Qin piled the chopped lotus roots and potatoes into a large glass bowl, turned his head slightly, and rubbed his face with the big guy on his shoulder, "What's wrong?
Is someone bothering you?"
Hearing this statement, Zhong Yibin became even more nervous.
Will his "other lovers" come to the company to pester him?
"No, it was just a young woman who notified the paparazzi."
Although the manager of the media public relations department later said that he was lying and that the president had always been a clean and honest person, he felt that it was not credible.
His subordinates only said this because he saw that he was unhappy.
Chu Qin was silent for a moment and sneered: "I know who it is."
"Who?"
Zhong Yibin asked nervously, grabbing his shoulder.
Chu Qin said nothing and cut the meat with his head down.
The frozen and hard pork belly was cut into thin slices and thrown into the hot pot, making a sizzling sound as the oil was refining.
"Chu Qin" Zhong Yibin held his cutting hand, took the knife away, and asked him to turn and look at him.
He wanted to say something but didn't know how to say it.
If there were really difficult things to face in the past, he must also know that he could not let Chu Qin pretend to be peaceful and get past it.
When Chu Qin saw his eyes filled with pain, he felt heartbroken.
When he mentioned certain people, he became angry.
He forgot for a moment that this was Erbing who had lost his memory.
Standing on tiptoes slightly, he kissed the tight lips: "Fool, if you dare to flirt with women, I would have kicked you out a long time ago."
After hearing this, Zhong Yibin suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and finally put his heart back into his stomach after being worried about it all day, and pouted aggrievedly: "Don't scare me anymore."
Chu Qin grinned, stretched out his hand and pinched his face, turning the pouty pig's mouth into a chicken's mouth: "We Erpao are so handsome, some people always refuse to give up."
"Rou Fu La" Zhong Xiaoji raised his chin towards the oil pan.
There was already a burnt smell in the pan.
Chu Qin quickly let him go and went to fry the meat.
Zhong Yibin automatically and consciously placed himself on Chu Qin's back again.
Chu Qin was a little helpless, but he let him stick to it.
He took out the fried brown oil residue, sprinkled it with a little salt, twisted a piece and handed it to the big head on his shoulder.
Zhong Yibin happily opened his mouth and ate the fried brown oil residue, and licked the slender fingertips: "It smells so good."
Children from rich families have never eaten the residue left from refining lard, and they think it is Very fresh.
"You used to like to come over when I was cooking, just to eat this."
Chu Qin smiled slightly, fried all the ingredients in oil, threw them into the pot, added water and seasonings, covered the pot and simmered over low heat.
Wearing the big plaster on his back, he went to the living room to rest.
It's still raining heavily outside, and it's getting heavier.
The whole city is shrouded under the leaden sky, looking lonely and cold.
Only the warm body temperature around you can make people feel at ease.
"Even if it's my mother, you should tell me."
Zhong Yibin asked reluctantly, pulling one of Chu Qin's legs over, putting it on his lap and squeezing it slowly, recording the program for an entire afternoon.
My legs often feel sore and sometimes swollen.
"I guess it's Zhou Zimeng."
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Chu Qin pursed his lips and finally said the name.
They went to Shengshi Huange to play, only those few people knew about it, the rest were all there, only Zhou Zimeng left early.
Besides, it's not like she hasn't done this before.
From the first day he met that group of people, Chu Qin could tell that Zhou Zimeng liked Zhong Yibin and was full of hostility towards him.
In the past, he thought it was the little girl's jealousy and didn't take it seriously.
I was really a little angry at that time, so I mentioned it to Zhong Yibin.
The man still didn't believe it and thought he was being overly concerned.
Over time, Chu Qin didn't like talking about his group of friends in front of Zhong Yibin.
"Why did she do this?"
Zhong Yibin frowned slightly.
Because he didn't remember these friends, he was wary of these people from the bottom of his heart, and he immediately saw their unfriendliness towards Chu Qin.
Among those friends, Zhou Zimeng was the most hostile to Chu Qin.
"I'm just guessing.
You can check it out yourself.
After all, she is your friend."
Chu Qin didn't like that Zhong Yibin would be resentful towards him when he regained his memory one day.
It would be better to let him see clearly for himself.
He stood up and was about to take a look at the pot, but Zhong Yibin pulled him into his arms and hugged him.
"If you don't like anyone, just tell me directly.
Nothing is more important than you."
Zhong Yibin's voice was a little hoarse.
Those people and things without memory were not important to him at all.
Chu Qin was stunned for a moment, then slowly reached out and hugged him back, "Yeah."
It's because he is narrow-minded.
If he doesn't like it, he just doesn't like it.
Zhong Yibin is his boyfriend, so he should stand with him and be polite.
On the contrary, he will Push people out.
The chowder and sour soup is ready.
The thick soup is filled with fried lotus roots, fried potatoes, vermicelli, pork belly, and green cabbage leaves.
Take two bowls out, add a few drops of balsamic vinegar, and a little sesame oil.
It's delicious.
Zhong Yibin ate without raising his head.
After finishing the meal, he ran to the kitchen to bring the pot over and gave Chu Qin another bowl.
Served with fried and browned steamed bun slices, Zhong Yibin ate three bowls of soup before he could put it down.
After eating, I took the pot and bowl and washed them happily.
When Chu Qin got the after-dinner fruit, he remembered that he had forgotten to stop him from doing housework again.
Once you have the general direction, it’s easy to check.
Zhong Yibin asked someone to adjust the surveillance outside Shengshi Huange and saw that Zhou Zimeng did not get into the car directly after leaving the door, but stood there for a while and went east.
There is a public phone booth about two hundred meters east.
"Check the person who controls the Weibo marketing account and ask him to come out and talk."
Zhong Yibin narrowed his eyes.
Zhou Zimeng wanted to deal with it, and he couldn't let go of this marketing account.
Several marketing accounts about entertainment industry gossip on the Internet are all insiders and are basically under the control of major entertainment companies.
Therefore, only some scraps are reported, but this "entertainment pickpocket" has no connection with Shengshi.
"You have to go to the senior management of Jiulang to check this.
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How about you say hello to that person?"
Secretary Jin looked at the embarrassed PR manager and said for him.
Jiulang is the operating company of Weibo, and Zhong Yibin has connections in it.
In the past, Zhong Yibin was responsible for checking people's information.
But the problem is that he can't remember who that connection is now.
After hesitating for a long time, he could only call his elder brother.
Zhong Jiabin, who knows everything, actually knows this.
That friend Zhong Yibin was a good talker in Jiulang, but he was a bit powerless when big things happened.
"I have a classmate who is at the top of Jiulang.
Would you like to get to know him?"
Zhong Jiabin seemed a little hesitant.
"Okay."
Zhong Yibin readily agreed.
With many connections and paths, the people his elder brother knew were definitely more reliable than the ones he knew.
Zhong Yibin, who has a new understanding of his interpersonal relationships, is skeptical of his own connections.
After hanging up the phone, the eldest brother of the Zhong family was still a little stunned.
In the past, his younger brother was most bothered by his introduction of contacts and thought he was showing off, but now he agreed so easily.
"President, this is the project budget."
Secretary Jin came over with a stack of documents to sign for Zhong Yibin, which included the funds for the drama "Zhuo Chao Gong Du".
The headquarters approved the money, but it was very small and could only be based on low cost.
Vice President Li has already signed and approved the filming direction of the Lei drama.
Zhong Yibin looked at the budget table and frowned.
If you can't shoot something like a thunder drama easily, and you can't stop once you shoot it, the reputation of the entire company will also be reduced accordingly.
"Ask Vice President Li to come over."
"If the headquarters doesn't give us any money, what can we do?"
Vice President Li is nearly forty years old, of medium build and wearing a pair of glasses.
He looks gentle, but his words are very tough.
"I will discuss the money issue with the headquarters.
The budget will wait a moment."
Zhong Yibin turned back the budget sheet with a cold face.
"The actor's schedule is very tight, you'd better make a decision quickly."
Vice President Li was a little unhappy.
This was the plan he supervised when Zhong Yibin was on vacation.
In his opinion, as long as he can make money, it doesn't matter. do what.
At this time, an internal call came from the front desk, "President, Miss Zhou is here to see you and has already gone up."
"Which Miss Zhou?"
Zhong Yibin asked coldly.
"Of course it's me."
Before he finished speaking, Zhou Zimeng opened the door and came in, "I came here after shopping, come and have a cup of tea."
Vice President Li saw Zhou Zimeng, picked up the budget sheet, and sighed: "The president has something to do, I'll go over first."
Before the matter was finished, Zhong Yibin raised his hand to stop Vice President Li from leaving, and said coldly to the receptionist on the phone: "You don't have to come to work tomorrow."
After saying that, he put down the phone with a click and signaled Secretary Jin to clear Zhou Zimeng out. . gd1806102: