I earn merit in the entertainment industry

Chapter 107 Aren’t you going to stay and help me take a bath?

Zhan Haiyang asked Deng Zian about Sister Lan's situation, and the dinner was not delicious.

When grandma said she had a job recently and wanted to go back to the dormitory, he returned to the community dejectedly.

He bought fish from the supermarket downstairs in the community, made fish soup, and left the fish soup on a low fire to simmer in the clay pot.

Seeing that the fish soup in the pot is thick white in color and fragrant, the time is getting later and later.

But Zhou Jingyun hasn't come back yet.

Zhan Haiyang was sitting at the dining table, scrolling through his mobile phone casually, but what he saw was beyond his imagination.

He wanted to call Zhou Jingyun to ask when he would come home, but he was afraid of disturbing his work.

I remember several times when he called Sister Lan at night and she was still working overtime.

Zhan Haiyang sighed.

So really no one can succeed casually.

Sister Lan is like this, and so is Mr. Zhou.

He heard that although Zhou Jingyun got the first pot of gold from the family, after all, it was he who had worked hard to create the huge Liyu Entertainment.

Little did he know that his boss was already sitting at the wine table, with a handsome young man serving dishes and tea beside him.

Zhan Haiyang lamented the hardships behind successful people.

By the way, I also puaed myself:

It doesn't matter if the points this time are not enough to save Sister Lan, he must continue to accumulate points tirelessly and strive to upgrade again as soon as possible!

In addition to visiting Lin Rong and his company tomorrow, he also wanted to ask Sister Zian if the company had any similar activities.

In his boredom, he suddenly heard the sound of the door lock opening.

Turning around, he saw Zhou Jingyun pushing the door open and entering.

Zhan Haiyang, who was covered in chicken blood due to his own PUA, greeted Zhou Jingyun with a smile on his face.

Probably because he was with his grandma and grandpa at night, he couldn't help but ramble a little.

"Boss, do you often come home from work so late?"

"I know you should regard making money as fun, but you should still put your health first."

What he didn't dare to say was that Sister Lan was working overtime continuously at that time, which caused fatigue driving and led to the traffic accident.

"Have you had dinner? I made fish soup for you as a midnight snack."

"Would you like to pour it out for you to drink now?"

"If you are hungry, can I cook you something else to eat?

Zhou Jingyun was a little dazed by Zhan Haiyang's series of words.

It’s not like no one else has lived in the house more than five years after I bought it.

It was Ms. He who first came to congratulate him on moving to his new home.

Later, Guo Wenxing came to City A for filming for the first time. He was worried that he would be alone, so he stayed at his house for a few days.

But only Zhan Haiyang's words made him feel very different when he returned home.

Not only was he no longer angry about the little fool breaking his promise and not delivering the meal in person, he even felt a little guilty for no reason.

The little fool was so worried that he would be hungry after working hard, but he actually went to a boring dinner and came back full.

Zhou Jingyun coughed dryly and pushed up his glasses covertly.

"I don't often work overtime so late. Today it was Guo Wenxing who asked me to discuss projects with others."

"I've already eaten some, so I'm done with it."

Zhan Haiyang didn't think much about it.

I heard that he had already eaten, which made me feel more relaxed.

He just asked casually, "Didn't Director Guo post on WeChat Moments this morning that he was locked in the post-production room and was going crazy from boredom?"

As he said this, he still planned to get up and go to the kitchen to help Zhou Jingyun fill a bowl of fish soup and let it cool.

The moment Zhan Haiyang turned his head, a certain angle of his profile reminded Zhou Jingyun of the young man who was specially arranged to sit next to him at the dinner table.

Until then, he seemed to suddenly have an enlightenment.

I understand why the investors wanted to find that young man.

I also understand why even Lao Guo thinks there is something between him and Zhan Haiyang.

It felt like someone was holding a drum and beating it hard in my ears.

It shocked Zhou Jingyun into confusion.

It seemed that there was some secret hidden deep in his heart that even he himself had not discovered, but it was suddenly dug out by others.

Frankly, without any cover-up, in broad daylight.

Everyone can see it, even himself.

Zhou Jingyun lowered his gaze and raised a sarcastic curve on his lips.

Surprisingly, someone else discovered it first!

Zhou Jingyun raised his right hand and covered his eyes.

So, what to do now?

Zhan Haiyang walked into the kitchen and came out soon with a bowl of fish soup.

"Boss, do you eat coriander?"

Coriander is a treasure for those who like people.

For those who don’t like it, they can’t wait to even look at it.

When Zhan Haiyang was preparing food, he prepared a small handful.

In his opinion, fish soup with coriander is delicious.

The porcelain soup bowl has extremely thin walls. Zhan Haiyang carefully held the bottom of the bowl with both hands and stared at the soup noodles.

It wasn't until the bowl was safely delivered to the table that he realized that Zhou Jingyun didn't seem to answer his question.

He raised his head and was about to ask again, but he ran straight into Zhou Jingyun's deep eyes.

At this time, Zhou Jingyun's expression was a little serious.

"What happened last night, I already had someone make a copy of the garage surveillance video and send it to report."

Zhan Haiyang's face condensed.

"Is it related to Song Yuchen?"

Although this sounds like a question, the affirmative meaning is very obvious.

Zhou Jingyun nodded.

After the last scandal in which Song Yuchen beat and scolded his assistant, in order to stabilize his resources and status, he directly approached investors with some underworld background.

"It's just that those who committed crimes in the parking lot last night were all unworthy gangsters."

Even if the officials come forward to investigate, it will be nothing in the end.

"The investor can't be traced, let alone Song Yuchen."

Zhan Haiyang looked grim for a few seconds, then suddenly laughed again.

"I believe there is retribution in this world."

The young man blinked his eyes and smiled without any reason, "Those who do bad things will definitely be punished by God."

Zhou Jingyun shook his head slightly and replied something related to this matter, "Fish soup with coriander."

He also believed in retribution.

But he prefers to do his own thing and not worry about trouble God with anything.

Zhan Haiyang responded happily and happily sprinkled a handful of coriander into the soup.

The milky white soup noodles were embellished with emerald green. Even after dinner, Zhou Jingyun still chose to sit down and drink the fish soup.

Zhan Haiyang was fed happiness at his grandma's house.

Even though the smell of the fish soup he cooked made him drool, he still didn't dare to drink it due to his basic qualities as an actor.

He sat aside and said a few words, then said, "Boss, I plan to go back to the dormitory tonight."

"Tomorrow morning, after I've finished my morning run, I'll come over and cook breakfast for you?"

Zhou Jingyun slowly took a sip of the slightly hot and sweet fish soup and raised his eyelids to look at him.

"Aren't you going to stay and help me take off my clothes and take a shower?"

When a man speaks, he speaks slowly and clearly.

It looks very polite, but in fact, every word is full of ridicule and sarcasm.

This, this, this, is this the legendary unreasonableness?

Those embarrassing scenes and conversations from last night resurfaced again.

Zhan Haiyang tried to calm down despite his sudden fever.

"No, no, no, I believe in your ability, boss. You can complete these extremely simple things by yourself!"

Oh, all the honorifics came out.

Zhou Jingyun leaned lazily on the back of the chair behind him.

He sneered and waved his hand, indicating that he should get out quickly.