Chapter 30: Raiders rivals

Chi Song smiled and said nothing.
In the entertainment circle, the possibility of the existence of such creatures as silly white sweets is extremely low. Most people who seem to be pure and harmless, in fact, don't understand nothing, but just keep educating all the year round.
After pondering Chi Song two or three times, one night, Bai Zhirong's door was knocked.
He was rushing to work with a slice of bread, and opened the door, when he saw Chi Song standing in front of him in a Polo shirt.
Bai Zhirong was originally unsatisfied with his work. He saw Chi Song with black eyes.
Chi Song put his hands in his pockets and said softly, "Can I go in?"
Bai Zhirong thought, I'm a fart.
So he stomped his teeth, opened the door, and took a step back, giving way to Chi Song: "What are you doing?"
Chi Song didn't say anything, leaned over and picked up a thermos pot and a folder beside the door, and walked in.
Bai Zhirong looked at him cautiously: "What is this?"
Chi Song touched the tip of his nose: "Stomach porridge."
Bai Zhirong couldn't touch his bottom, put his arm on the door frame, and stopped Chi Song outside the door, saying, "You take it back, I won't drink it."
Chi Song looked at him, peach blossom eyes bent: "I didn't say it was for you."
Bai Zhirong: "..." Mom's little smashed.
Bai Zhirong, who was choked with ugliness, finally let Chi Song in. "Speak, what are you doing?"
Chi Song praised the folder: "Work."
Bai Zhirong, who thought Chi Song came to tear X: "...what job?"
Chi Song spread out his folders, which contained Chi Song's script, and all the corners were filled with notes written by Chi Song.
Seeing such a script, Bai Zhirong couldn't hold back, and praised secretly in his heart.
He mixes with the crew all the year round, and often sees some young actors, as if he intends to keep the script to sell the money. There is no note on it, which is cleaner than the face.
With that in mind, Chi Song took out his phone again and said, "Your brother did the pre-stage costume design for the second season of "Starry Lights", right? I don’t think you seem to be particularly satisfied with his plan. I thought about it when I went back. Think, what you said makes sense. I asked the director for permission. We two should first discuss a general direction of clothing style, and then seize the time to make a plan to facilitate the sponsor to provide clothes."
Bai Zhirong: "..."
......The plan is overthrown and redone, but it is the most unbearable pain for all designers.
Chi Song asked: "Is there a problem?"
Bai Zhirong grinded the back molar: "...No."
The smashed Chi Song in terms of work efficiency. He checked the checked part with Bai Zhirong within an hour and a half.
In just an hour and a half, Bai Zhirong found that he didn't seem to be so local, and some fashion trends and ideas were quite suitable for the aesthetics of the season.
...Hum, that is, staying with Zhihuai for a long time, soak it up.
After discussing the work, Chi Song stood up politely, preparing to leave.
When Chi Song was about to approach the door, Bai Zhirong noticed the insulated pot resting on the table: "Hey, your pot."
Chi Song turned his head and said, "This is the white fungus porridge I cooked tonight. It's a bit overcooked. You eat bread and it's not good for your stomach. ...Your brother is the hospital where the stomach is bleeding?"
Bai Zhirong froze for a moment: "..."
After Chi Song walked out of the door, he turned back and said, "There is a place to heat food in the hotel. If you can’t finish eating tonight, you can reheat it tomorrow morning. When you’re done, brush the pot and deliver Come to my room."
After that, Chi Song left, leaving Bai Zhirong and a pot of stomach porridge.
Bai Zhirong leaned back on the swivel chair and turned back several times in a row, but when he saw the thermos, he lost his temper.
He dragged the pot over and lifted the lid.
The heat preservation effect of the heat preservation pot is particularly good. Just after opening the lid, a sweet fragrance of jujube flew up, and the smoked human skin was slightly moist.
I don't know if it is neutralized by this warm sweet taste. Bai Zhirong's stomach feels sore because of hunger.
Chi Song is very attentive. The pot is equipped with a small bowl, bamboo chopsticks and a clean stainless steel spoon. There are also three crystal clear shrimp dumplings preserved in porridge.
After chatting with Chi Song for so long, Bai Zhirong was really a bit hungry. With the mentality of "Eating Chi Song, not eating white or not," he swallowed it, and then he worked overtime with no effort and no light.
To be honest, excluding the part of the psychologically secretly wanting to run against Chi Song, I am used to movie costumes, and the picky Bai Zhirong is really not used to dealing with TV drama costumes.
He repaired the fairy for half a night and didn't yawn to bed until half past two. He fell asleep in the smell of rice from his rivals.
Thinking about work, Bai Zhirong didn't sleep well. When he got up the next day, his face was full of immortality.
He ate a piece of Tremella porridge prepared by Chi Songduo, and reluctantly carried the empty bucket toward the faucet for a while, and thought of the insulation pot as Chi Song's head.
After washing, your body and mind are comfortable.
Bai Zhirong carried the insulation pot to the dressing room.
It was only half past five in the morning and there were lights and voices in the dressing room.
Bai Zhirong walked to the door of the dressing room, preparing to raise his hand to knock on the door.
Cai Qingqing was playing with her cell phone in the room. While waiting for the teammates of King Glory, she suddenly came to Chi Song who was watching the script: "...... Hey, why didn't designer Bai come to pick your fault today."
Chi Songwei smiled and said, "He has a job and is busy."
Cai Qingqing looked up from the mirror in front of her and found that Chi Song's expression was particularly like a little fox.
Chi Songxin said with horror: "...He is busy, he won't say I'm ugly again."
Cai Qingqing: "Ha ha ha ha ha."
Bai Zhirong scolded 10,000 MMPs at the door.
Sure enough, Chi Song was deliberately engaging him!
He was about to go in to perform an explosion on the spot, and he heard Cai Qingqing say: "Designer Bai really is not very gregarious. We had dinner with the creative staff two days ago, and he refused to go. It's really weird."
Chi Song said: "You can't blame other people. We went to skewer two days ago. His stomach is bad and he can't go."
Cai Qingqing is curious: "How do you know?"
Chi Song replied: "I think he has stomach medicine on the set."
Bai Zhirong: "..."
...Holding a big grass, has he been observing himself?
Bai Zhirong black face, pushed in.
Chi Song turned his head to see Bai Zhirong, and then he greeted him voluntarily: "Did you finish your meal?"
Bai Zhirong sullenly: "Well."
Chi Song asked: "How is it, appetite?"
Bai Zhirong's throat rolled, out of the ancient truth that eats people's short mouth, still vaguely said: "...make it up."
Chi Song said: "Tonight I want to eat ginseng chicken soup."
Bai Zhirong: "...So what?"
Chi Song naturally invited: "Let's be together."
Bai Zhirong: "..."
Faced with a smiley face similar to that of Song Zhihuai's little fox husband, Bai Zhirong was visibly shown, grievously hit GG, and exited the dressing room.
Cai Qingqing followed their interactions with full gossip: "What the are you two?"
Confirming that Bai Zhirong was really gone, Chi Song was relieved and vaguely said: "...a bit of a holiday."
Cai Qingqing controlled her hero to steal the tower, and by the way gossip: "...Isn't it because of a girl?"
...No, it's because of a man, who can be handsome or handsome.
Chi Song said: "Almost."
Cai Qingqing raised her eyebrows, but struggled with her hands and could not lock Chi Song with her eyes. She could only push the tower while asking: "Quickly, tell me, what is the situation?"
Chi Song didn’t dare to provide more information, and only said: "...as you guessed."
Cai Qingqing nodded: "It would be troublesome to have a good relationship."
Chi Song sighed: "Yeah, but this is something for me and him. You can't always be so stiff, and you can't tear it. It's not good to hear it... well, he's not happy either."
Cai Qingqing heard Chi Song mentioning "her" and made a coax: "Oh-I can't see it, Koike hurts his wife very much."
Chi Song's face was all red, and he bowed his head shyly, his face full of joy of the winner of life.
That night, Chi Song asked his old rival to go out to eat ginseng chicken soup, and was rejected.
He packed a copy and put it at the door of Bai Zhirong.
An hour later, he went out again to see that he found that the chicken soup had been taken in.
The next day, Song Shunyong ran out of the door earlier than Chi Song. She liked the soft carpet on the corridor. On these two days, she always liked to get up half an hour earlier than Chi Song. Kazkaz scratched the door to let Chi Song Put her out and walk.
After releasing the handsome man out of the door, Chi Song woke up with a sleepy look, brushing his teeth while watching the script, and finally took the script that had almost turned pages and walked out the door.
Then, he saw Bai Zhirong holding chicken bones and squatting at the door of his room to tease Song Shuai.
Song Shuai was not very interested in chicken bones, but was very interested in Bai Zhirong's hand. After looking for a long time, he licked his tongue.
Bai Zhirong: "Oops!"
Finding that he was shouting a little loudly, he looked up and came face-to-face with Chi Song.
Bai Zhirong: "..."
Chi Song greeted with a smile: "Good morning."
Bai Zhirong's eyes began to move around, looking for a brick that could kill him by the way.
After searching for failure, Bai Zhirong stood against the root of the wall, pretending to stand up pretentiously.
Song Shuai was looking at Bai Zhirong curiously, except for his face.
Somehow, seeing the cat, Bai Zhirong began to feel awkward in his heart, and a ghost came out of the sentence: "...He said that he hated long-haired animals the most, and said that hair rolls are everywhere, and it is not easy to clean up. "
As soon as the words came out, Bai Zhirong wanted to fan himself a big ear scraper.
What is this about? He and Song Zhihuai had been separated for hundreds of years. He said in front of his current boyfriend that these things were not, which was really cheap.
Chi Song's eyes suddenly light up: "You also have cats?"
Bai Zhirong was almost choked to death.
After a while, he reluctantly answered: "...I have dogs and I don't like cats the most."
... Chi Song thought, then you just fed the handsome bones so joyfully.
But since he is a fellow Chinese, Chi Song's words box opened with a brush: "I recommend you a hair roller. Sticking hair is very effective."
Bai Zhirong: "..."
After half a day, Bai Zhirong accepted his fate.
These days, Chi Song didn’t give him a big trip, no complaints, no troubles, no door tears, he beat him so many times, he just followed his own request and lost him the task of modifying the design, saying It's already very polite.
More importantly, Bai Zhirong is a single-parent family, and he cannot bear the kindness of others.
He deflated and asked in a self-effacing manner: "What brand of hair rollers?"
Song Shuai sat down on the side, sweeping the big fluffy tail, looked at the two of them for a while, then picked up the chicken bones that fell on the ground, and the cat gnawed on the side.
The author has something to say:
Congratulations to Xiao Xian Yu Chi Song for his achievement: Love for the enemy.