A while later.
Ding dong Ding dong Ding dong.
The doorbell rang. It was pressed four to five times in a row.
When a family member came home, if they did not bring their keys, they would usually press the doorbell once. It was more casual. If it was a guest or relative, they would usually press it twice to appear polite. Sometimes, a carefree person would even press it thrice. It was a relatively normal range. But this was the first time he had come to someone's house and pressed the doorbell four or five times in a row. Without asking, Zhang Ye knew who it was. It could only be the Heavenly Queen, who was straightforward and amiable in front of the media, but had a terrible personality in private!
"Coming, coming!" Zhang Ye shouted.
Ding dong. He walked too slowly. The doorbell rang twice again.
Zhang Ye had no choice but to open the door. Indeed, there was a "fully armed" woman standing outside. It was Zhang Yuanqi.
"So slow?" She walked in.
Zhang Ye closed the door, "You had to let me walk over."
She asked, "Is there anyone?"
"There's no one. Don't worry." Zhang Ye said.
She placed a zippered bag on the floor, "The alcohol is inside. There's red wine and beer. You can choose whatever you want to drink."
Since it had come to this, Zhang Ye could only accompany her, "What do you want to drink?"
"Red." She sat down on the sofa in the living room.
Zhang Ye bent over to open the bag and took out the red wine. He then discovered that there were clothes underneath the red wine. They were red and white fabric. As they were stacked together, he could not see what they were. "Why did you bring so many things? Where did you go? I heard on the phone that your agent is looking for you. "
She was a little tired as she leaned on the sofa and closed her eyes to take a nap, "Beijing suburbs, a film studio. I've been filming for the past few days. I've been staying nearby." She opened her eyes and looked over, "Where's the alcohol?"
"I'm still drinking." Zhang Ye did have a bottle opener at home. It seemed to be a gift from his mother when she bought a rice cooker a while ago. However, he was not very familiar with it, so it took him quite a while to open the bottle. He found a cup and poured a cup for each of them.
After he finished pouring, Zhang Yuanqi raised her glass.
Zhang Ye helplessly clinked glasses with her, "Don't drink too much. It's bad for your stomach to drink on an empty stomach so early in the morning."
Before he finished speaking, Old Zhang had already finished her drink. She then looked at his glass.
Zhang Ye had no choice but to drink a cup with her and finish it.
Old Zhang picked up the bottle of red wine and poured half a glass for herself before pouring a glass for Zhang Ye. "Come." This red wine was probably not cheap. The way the two of them were drinking it was clearly a waste.
He drank two glasses in a row.
Zhang Yuanqi's beautiful brows relaxed slightly.
Zhang Ye laughed and said, "How many days have you been holding back your alcohol addiction?"
"Two months," she answered.
Zhang Ye said, "Heh, if you want to drink, you can look for me." Although he sounded annoyed with her, if Old Zhang really wanted to come over, Zhang Ye would still welcome her. In the past, whenever the Heavenly Queen skipped work, she would always go to his house. Firstly, no one would be able to find her at Zhang Ye's place. This was because even Fang Weihong did not know that Zhang Ye and Zhang Yuanqi had such a deep relationship. Secondly, in this world, other than Zhang Yuanqi's parents and relatives, probably only Zhang Ye knew about her terrible temper. It was only when she was at Zhang Ye's place that Old Zhang would not put on a mask.
She looked up and said, "You have to be free to drink with me too. In the past two months, you've been causing trouble on the news."
Hearing that, Zhang Ye smiled and said, "Look at your words. How am I causing trouble? I'm just serving the people. Have you seen my new public service announcement? How was it? "
She said, "It's just that."
Zhang Ye harrumphed and ignored her.
At this moment, Zhang Yuanqi took off her sunglasses and took off a thin jacket. Zhang Ye looked over and realized that her clothes were a little wet. Today, Old Zhang was dressed very normally. Her hair was combed into a low-key ponytail and she was wearing a long-sleeved T-shirt with sports pants and a pair of white canvas shoes. However, the shoes were stained with mud and the shoulders and sleeves of her clothes were also wet from the rain. Walking outside in this kind of attire, no one would have thought that this person was the famous Zhang Yuanqi of the entertainment industry. It was very deceptive.
Zhang Ye said, "You didn't bring an umbrella?"
"What do you think?" she said.
"Didn't you bring clothes with you? Why don't you change into something dry so that you don't catch a cold." Zhang Ye said politely, "If you can't, why don't you take a shower first."
He heard her say, "Alright."
Zhang Ye blinked. "You're really going to shower?"
She looked over. "Do I need to pretend to shower?"
"Hai, it's not that." Zhang Ye thought to himself that this bro was just being polite. "Then go ahead and shower. I'll turn on the water heater for you. But my house's bathroom is a little messy, so make do with it."
She stood up. "Drink it yourself first."
"It's fine. I'll wait for you." Zhang Ye found a towel for her. "This towel is mine, but my mom just washed it. I didn't use it when I showered just now, so it's clean."
She said, "I have a towel in my bag."
"Oh, then that's fine." Zhang Ye said.
Finally, Zhang Yuanqi sneezed and sniffled. She took her bag into the bathroom and slammed the door shut. There was no more movement.
In the outer room, Zhang Ye had nothing to do, so he casually chatted with her through the door. "You don't have any filming today?"
A female voice came through the door. "It's raining."
Zhang Ye said, "Oh, what movies have you been filming these days?"
"Grandmasters."
"Eh, a wuxia genre?"
"Martial arts."
"Whoa, you even know martial arts?"
"I have a martial arts director."
"What kind of martial arts?"
"Eight Trigrams Palm, Xingyiquan, Taiji Fist."
"Taiji Fist?" Zhang Ye was taken aback. "I heard that this Chinese martial art has been lost? There are still people in your film crew who know it? "
"Filming a movie? Do you really think that they know Chinese martial arts?"
"Oh, so that's how it is. I was thinking that no one alive in this world could possibly know Taiji Fist." Zhang Ye lowered his voice to a whisper for the last sentence. He was probably talking to himself.
The female voice said, "What did you say?"
Zhang Ye immediately said, "Nothing."
There was the sound of slippers shuffling in the bathroom, as well as some rustling sounds. Old Zhang was probably almost done removing her clothes. After a while, the sound of running water could be heard.
Zhang Ye knew that he would not be able to hear anything from the bathroom now, so he went back to the living room and sat down. After waiting for about ten minutes, Old Zhang washed up very quickly, probably just to wash off the rainwater on her body. Then the bathroom door opened and hot air and the fragrance of shampoo wafted into the living room.
"You're done showering?"
"Yes."
"I've poured some wine for you."
"OK."
Old Zhang did not come out of the bathroom.
Zhang Ye went over to have a look and saw that Old Zhang was wearing a white bathrobe. It was obvious that she had brought it with her and not from Zhang Ye's house. Zhang Yuanqi was looking in the mirror and applying something on her face. There was a bottle of water-like toner, some face cream, and even some cosmetics in her bag. She was very well-equipped, which made Zhang Ye wonder if she was going to stay at his house for the rest of the year.
He had to ask, "When are you going back?"
Old Zhang did not look at him and said, "Noon or afternoon."
"Alright then. My parents get off work at 5 or 6 PM, so I can leave before then." Zhang Ye reminded her again, "Oh yes, Sister Zhang, you won't lose your hair, right?"
Zhang Yuanqi ignored him.
Zhang Ye's relationship with Old Zhang was no longer as strange as before. They were more familiar with each other and understood each other well, so he said whatever was on his mind. He said, "My mom's hair is not as long as yours. If she were to lose her hair somewhere, my parents would think that I brought someone home." In the past, when he rented an apartment at Jiaomen, it was fine since he lived there alone. But this was his parents' house, so he had to be more careful.
After applying the skincare products, Old Zhang did not blow dry her hair. She just walked out and sat on the sofa, raising her glass and drinking.
Zhang Ye also drank with her.
"This wine is not bad."
"It's passable."
"Hey, drink slowly. Give me a glass."
"Hurry up."
"Can I? You're the only one drinking so early in the morning."
The two of them did not have anything serious to say, but the atmosphere was surprisingly harmonious.
This had always been how Zhang Ye and the Heavenly Queen interacted with each other. Although they were both people from the entertainment industry, due to their personalities, they did not have much in common. Old Zhang was not a person who liked to speak much in private and was even a little stiff. She was not as candid as she was in front of people or on television. As such, it resulted in their current relationship. They did not talk much, did not have much of a conversation, and did not get along well with each other. But somehow, even though they were two people from two different worlds, two different types of people who would never have much interaction with each other, their friendship was not shallow at all.
They had slept together in the same bed at the motel. When Old Zhang got into trouble, Zhang Ye rushed to the Spring Festival Gala to help. When Zhang Ye was in trouble, Old Zhang also did her best. She mobilized her fans on Weibo to help Zhang Ye and put a lot of pressure on the police station before they let him go. She protected Zhang Ye in the Spring Festival Gala's dressing room so that he was not discovered by the other female celebrities who were changing their clothes. They even hid from the reporters and jumped over the walls and windows together. The two of them had a lot of secrets between them that could never be told to outsiders. Only the other party knew about them. This also resulted in a special relationship between the two of them that was better than friends even though they were not. Speaking of which, this was quite a strange thing.
Zhang Ye treated Old Zhang as a friend.
Old Zhang did not put up much of her guard against him either.
As a matter of fact, it was unknown if the Heavenly Queen did not bring a change of clothes with her. She was just sitting there in her bathrobe, revealing a lot of her thighs. Her collar also revealed a deep cleavage. As her hair was not blow-dried, even if she dried it with a towel, it would still be wet. From time to time, droplets of water would fall from her hair onto her bathrobe, or onto her neck and chest, gathering and gathering. When the water could no longer hang on to her skin, it would flow down her collarbone and neck into her cleavage, disappearing without a trace. It was unknown if it had fallen into her bra and was absorbed by the fabric, or if it had flowed down her cleavage to her stomach.
The scenery outside was beautiful in the rain.
But compared to the people in the room, the scenery here was still better.
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