Pastry House of Superstars

Chapter 107

As if she was talking about her heartbreak, she got up suddenly, beat the mattress vigorously and said angrily, "Damn, am I so unmarketable? I don't even have scandals! Look down on me, isn't it!"

Yuan Ou, who was struggling, burst out laughing abruptly, leaning back and forth, "What kind of brain circuit do you have, don't celebrities avoid gossip?"

Xie Rong clicked his tongue a few times, and then threw her a blank stare, "You are really naive, do you know how many of the so-called scandals are deliberately hyped up by celebrities and brokerage companies? Forget it, I won't tell you , I was upset to hear that."

Yuan Ou had heard about deliberate hype before, but he just didn't know much about it. Hearing what Xie Rong said, he didn't continue to ask.

It was the first time for the two girls to sleep in the same room. They were both very excited and couldn't stop chatting. In the end, Zheng Xin came in and urged them to sleep.

Gu Yi called at noon the next day.

"Did Xiaoou enjoy playing?"

Yuan Ou, who was watching the prop master fiddle with the headgear, nodded, "It's very interesting," paused, and then whispered, "I just didn't know it was so complicated before."

Gu Yi heard a pun in her words, and smiled, "No way, just this style, come back when you get bored."

Yuan Ou laughed, "How did you eat yesterday?"

It’s okay not to ask, but when Gu Yi asked, he immediately felt a little wronged, “I drank a bowl of porridge last night!”

Yuan Ou hurriedly asked, "What's the matter? Didn't Brother Song help you get something to eat?"

Gu Yi originally wanted to follow along, but felt that it would be a little too selfish to do so, so he said, "Actually, it's that, cough cough, I've gained a little weight recently..."

It's a bit embarrassing, Song Zheng's contemptuous little eyes are still vivid in his memory, "Yo, I've been fattened up in these two days, can you still dance after the concert in a few months?"

Well, he himself admits that he has been a little bit presumptuous in his diet recently, but who made his girlfriend's cooking skills so good!
The two chatted for a while, and when Yuan Ou heard someone calling him, he said, "Go to work, I'll be back in two days."

Gu Yi responded from a distance, then turned back and said to her, "Okay, it's hard for you to go out to play once, don't be in a hurry to come back, just go shopping, do you have any money with you? Do you want me to get some for you?"

Yuan Ou quickly refused, "No, no, it's not that I don't make money! That's fine, hang up!"

Looking at the screen that instantly turned black, Mr. Gu suddenly felt a little inexplicably sad:

What should I do if my girlfriend is too self-reliant and has no room for me to develop?
Compared with the day, the night is always a little more deserted and less noisy.

Quiet, but also lonely.

Yu Zhao sat quietly on the floor by the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, looking down from a height of tens of meters, his eyes were empty.

White smoke spewed out of his mouth in bursts, and then mixed in the air, making the already smoggy space even more blurred.

Next to him was a huge ashtray, which was full of cigarette butts, and a little further out was even a whole stick of cigarettes that had just been unpacked.

The mobile phone on the sofa has been ringing non-stop since early in the morning, but Yu Zhao didn't bother to take care of it, so he just left it there, and waited for it to turn off automatically because the power was exhausted.

The doorbell rang, and the ding ding dong dong echoed in the empty room. He just blinked slowly, then skillfully picked up another cigarette, lit it and took a deep puff.

He suddenly became obsessed with the taste of nicotine.

The doorbell, which had not received a response for a long time, finally returned to silence, but only tens of seconds later, someone pushed the door and entered.

After the visitor entered the door, he coughed heavily, and then fumbled to turn on the light while saying dissatisfiedly, "Are you trying to commit suicide slowly?"

Yu Zhao, who was used to the darkness, felt uncomfortable for a moment when the lights came on suddenly, he narrowed his eyes subconsciously.

Ke Jiang's face darkened when he saw Yu Zhao's appearance. He walked over in three steps at a time, snatched the cigarette caught in his finger and crushed it, and at the same time bent down with the other hand to pick up the remaining unopened cigarettes. and throw it in the trash.

After ingesting a large amount of nicotine, Yu Zhao seemed to slow down even his reaction. He watched Ke Jiang open the window, press the button of the ventilator, and finally turn on the air freshener without moving.

After finishing everything, Ke Jiang looked at Yu Zhao again, and suddenly an unknown fire rose in his heart.

He quickly walked into the washroom to get a large glass of cold water, and then strode up to Yu Zhao, splashing his head in his pocket, "Is your girlfriend looking for death if she becomes someone else's?"

After drinking a glass of water, Yu Zhao's sanity seemed to come back a little bit. He slowly raised his hand and wiped his face, then frowned, "She was never my girlfriend," paused, and said, "Neither have I." , looking for death and life..."

It's just, a little sad.

Yes, that's all.

Ke Jiang snorted heavily, and put his water glass on the table vigorously, obviously not believing it.

Yu Zhao has been very obedient since he was a child, and Ke Jiang only saw him smoke cigarettes twice when he grew up:

Once when his mother died, and another time, now.

As a non-smoker, once he smokes, he will be particularly fierce, like eating, almost like playing with his life.

After all, he is the only son, and Ke Jiang couldn't bear to blame him. After sighing, he sat down opposite him, "Do you really like it that much?"

Yu Zhao lowered his eyes, stared at his fingers, and said softly after a while, "I like to see her smile, and I am very happy with her."

Just looking at her makes me feel warm, warm, and really happy.

Ke Jiang frowned and said, "If you like it, go after it! It's not like you're married, so what are you afraid of!"

Yu Zhao raised his head abruptly, looked at him disapprovingly, and did not speak.

Ke Jiang was suddenly agitated, and said in a hurried tone, "I just can't understand you, are you still like a man when you are timid?!"

Yu Zhao clenched his fists hard, then sneered suddenly, and looked at him with a mocking look in his eyes, "Yes, I should be merciful like you."

The air seemed to be frozen, Ke Jiang also had an expression of surprise and surprise on his face, and the atmosphere suddenly became awkward.

The smell of smoke in the room has gradually dissipated, and the cool and clean breath of summer night is gradually pouring in, with some damp and fishy smell that is unique to rainwater.

After a long time, Yu Zhao raised his head, covered his eyes with his palms, and said in a low voice, "Sorry, I got a little out of control."

Ke Jiang took a deep look at him and sighed, "When will you stop being so careful and lose your temper unscrupulously like other people's little bastards, I will really feel relieved."

(End of this chapter)