I’m Afraid It’s a Salted Fish

Chi Song, who gave the toilet to Harry's full play, worked as a doorman at the door for a long time. When someone came, he explained that the drainage facilities here were broken.

Until the sucking sound of deep kisses in the compartment ceased, Bai Zhirong walked out of the compartment with a red swollen mouth, and Chi Song quickly left, and went to brush his clothes to hide his merits and fame.

As the protagonist of the killing feast, Chi Song felt unsuitable for too long, and did not have time to make a phone call with Song Zhihuai, so he hurried back to the box.

Important hero Song Yingjun also naturally participated in the killing feast, drilling in the forest of everyone's legs, tired of playing, eating and eating, when Chi Song was seated again, he lay at Chi Song's feet and hugged Chi Song's calf made a furry snow boots and fell asleep.

After the killing feast, Chi Song withdrew from the room and returned to the Imperial Capital overnight.

More than three o'clock in the middle of the night, he held Song Shuai with one hand, holding the suitcase in one hand, and quietly touched the house.

As soon as he entered the door, an orange cat named Li Dazhong bowed his back alertly from the sofa, and a pair of mandarin duck eyes sparkled in the darkness.

Song Shuai jumped down and gave a meow.

Li Dazhong's ears were erected, and he immediately lay down and pretended to sleep, spreading into a huge cat cake.

Song Shuai and Li Dazhong are also acquaintances. She jumped on the sofa quietly and quietly, circled around Li Dazhong twice, grabbing Dazhong’s fur belly.

Dazhong, as Chi Song’s cat, was so impressed with the essence of the play that he remained immobile and continued pretending to die.

Song Shuai leaned forward and tweeted Dazhong's mouth.

The two cats immediately rolled intimately, and the scene was chaotic for a time.

A few months ago, when Li Dazhong had just settled in Song Zhai, Song Shuai was not happy, and the boss went on a hunger strike for two days. Chi Song fed her favorite bibimbap, and she didn't take a glance.

—Humph, you actually have other cats.

Later, it was Li Dazhong who led the beef to please her, and she barely accepted the new fat man.

Then, the newly arrived fat man kissed her shamelessly and was scratched by her.

But Song Shuai finally allowed Li Dazhong to enter her site.

Most of the time, Li Dazhong was a fool, and he was so protective of the Lord. When he first watched Chi Song and Song Zhihuai rolling sheets, he thought Chi Song was so pitiful that he was bullied, so he Impressively rushed up, exhausted all his energy to step on Song Zhihuai's back.

Twenty pounds of heavy stuff put pressure on his back, and Song Zhihuai was almost stepped on to vomit blood.

In the end, Li Dazhong was thrown out of the room by the black-faced Song Zhihuai, and Chi Song laughed on the bed, no matter how hard he could.

Chi Song laid down his luggage, washed lightly, changed his pajamas, and finally touched the bed.

Song Zhihuai was hugged from behind by his little daughter-in-law, and then she woke up and turned around.

He squeezed the arm around his waist and recognized who was coming: "...Chi Song?"

Chi Song hummed, and kissed Song Zhihuai's ear with delicacy.

Song Zhihuai turned over and took Xiao Chi Song into his arms and rubbed his chin on Chi Song's forehead: "You come back today? Why don't you tell me? I'll pick you up at the airport."

Chi Song: "You have a meeting on Monday, very busy."

Song Zhihuai laughed hoarsely: "It's quite busy. I didn't shave my beard. Is it?"

The stubble brushed over Chi Song's forehead, and it felt very numb.

Chi Song also whispered, fearing that the volume was too high, and frightened the two cats that were playing outside: "...not prickly, quite comfortable."

Song Zhihuai said, "Sleep."

Chi Song: "Well."

It wasn't until the next morning that I woke up and found that I was holding a sleeping young wife in my arms. Song Zhihuai was sure that last night was not a dream.

Chi Song woke up and found that he was being eaten up and down by Song Zhihuai, and refused a few times in a confused way, simply chose to enjoy his eyes closed.

Taking advantage of the good momentum in the morning, Song Zhihuai turned over and got out of bed, added cat food to the two cats, turned over the refrigerator, and found a handful of vegetables and some frozen meat.

He brought together the simple ingredients he could find, and planned to make Chi Song some noodles.

While waiting for the water to boil, Chen Cunyun, the person in charge of Tianle Studio, called him to discuss with him about the merger of Xindu Entertainment into Tianle.

According to Chen Cunyun, the photographer who photographed Song Zhihuai and Chi Song Che Zhen was doing things.

Not only did he justly ask for a double salary from the new owner, he also left Xindu Entertainment and directly entered the team of photographers that Tianle brought, which was a bit of a threat to the princes.

Song Zhihuai insisted: "Remuneration can be negotiated, it is impossible to enter the Tianle team directly."

Chen Cunyun also understands this truth.

This photographer's quality and professional skills are very general, and he was able to retreat without any knowledge, took some benefits, and got the boss's material, even if he wanted to use this to threaten the boss, the brain was obviously squeezed by the big iron gate.

The paparazzi are also professionally trained and must not break the rules.

If he was allowed to enter Tianle, and he knew more, he would not be sure that he would not betray the owner or Chi Song for his benefit.

Song Zhihuai must ensure that any news that is unfavorable to Chi Song is strangled in the swaddle.

Chen Cunyun asked: "How to deal with it?"

Song Zhihuai said: "Is there any problem with this photographer's private side?"

Chen Cunyun replied: "Yes. He likes to gamble and has lost a lot of money. He is still hiding his family."

Song Zhihuai said: "Well, tomorrow... No, today, you bring the boss of Xindu Entertainment to his home to visit."

Chen Cunyun: "...home visit?"

Song Zhihuai said with a sneer: "Yes. Sending his parents to deputy mahjong, it must be good mahjong, ivory. Tell him that this is employee welfare."

Li Dazhong was full, and smelled the fragrance of the face, or ran into the kitchen.

Song Zhihuai heard the movement at the door and looked back. His eyes were very cold and terrifying. Li Dazhong's **** was twisted and he ran out of the kitchen with his legs.

Hang up the phone, Song Zhihuai continued to cook.

Soon, the noodles were cooked, Song Zhihuai Sheng had a bowl, and even brought the bowl with chopsticks to the bed, knocked on the bowl, and said softly: "Mrs. Song, get up and eat."

Li Dazhong, who was secretly observing, saw this scene and suspected that two people actually lived in his new master's body.

Chi Song has been sleeping on his stomach from the moment before, smelling his face, he is about to get up, but he gets stuck halfway through: "... Zhihuai, no, waist, my waist."

The posture just did hurt the waist a little bit, Song Zhihuai hurriedly pressed the man down, rubbed his lower back eyes for him: "Don't hurry, take your time."

Chi Song was lying on the side of the bed, blinking his sleepy eyes and looking at Song Zhihuai: "I just dreamed of you."

Song Zhihuai asked: "What do you dream of me?"

Chi Song was embarrassed and peeled his fingernails and said, "I seem to dream about what happened to the two of us..."

Song Zhihuai: "..."

After a long while, he laughed helplessly and kissed Chi Chisong's eyes: "...Fool."

Chi Song realized that he wasn't dreaming just after he slurped up half of the bowl of noodles.

He was ashamed and shrunk his neck. Ren Songzhihuai rubbed his hair to laugh at him and blushed terribly.

But the good times of the two did not last long.

Because Chi Song's new job is here.

After calling Chi Song to the company, Zhou Yaming pushed a bunch of contracts to him.

Looking at the numerous contracts, Chi Song's eyes widened.

Zhou Yaming comforted him: "...not all contracts will be signed."

Chi Song barely breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhou Yaming opened the top one easily: "Do you remember Taikoo?"

Of course, Chi Song remembers that it was the first advertisement he received after Zhou Yaming picked it up, and it was also the highest-profile advertisement that Chi Song shot after returning home.

Zhou Yaming said: "Swire wants you to be the spokesperson for the new 17-year men's watch. The company has taken over for you."

Last time, I only advertised for others. Now I am promoted to be a product spokesperson. Chi Song has made great progress. I am a little happy to think about it.

But soon, he was not happy.

"The company plans to let you take the people-friendly route. There is an advertisement for green tea here. I have already signed it. The shooting will start this Sunday. You are ready."

"In addition to this, it is now tentatively for you to shoot a beer advertisement, a chocolate advertisement, a men’s shampoo advertisement, and a sportswear advertisement. In addition to the shooting, you will also participate in the press conference of various advertisers. I will take the itinerary Check it for you, and I will call you at that time, don’t delay."

"There are also four variety shows this month. There is a net show about "Kong Ming Suo" that will let you go up and do some games; there is also an online interview and a TV interview, both of which are about the second season of "The Bright Star" The previous publicity. By the way, there is also a "Time Show". This show has a certain influence on the TV platform. The first few you go to the show, the last show, you must prepare carefully."

Chi Song was a good student, listened carefully, and took notes.

After Zhou Yaming counted all the contracts for him, Chi Song asked, "Sister Ya Ming, have you got any good books recently?"

Zhou Yaming said: "A good book is hard to come by, and there are so many resources. Who wouldn't want to grab it? If there is a suitable one, I will give you priority."

Zhou Yaming gave Chi Song a carrot. Before Chi Song was grateful, the big stick pressed down: "Is your birthday coming soon?"

Chi Song: "Ah? Hmm..."

Zhou Yaming said: "Your birthday will be for fans this year and a birthday party will be held."

Chi Song: "???

Zhou Yaming said: "Pre-sale tickets are being formatted and prepared for sale in a week. Remember to entertain your fans."

Chi Song knows that the so-called star economy means that all the stars can be used for business consumption, including birthdays.

Stars’ birthday parties can sell tickets and make money. Stars only need to sing, dance, chat with fans, and they can collect a large profit. By the way, they can also get fans’ sincere blessings. Many stars are very fond of this.

But Chi Song really only wanted to have a birthday with Mr. Song.

He even thought about it. He will return to his hometown with Song Zhihuai for his birthday this year and have a meal with his parents.

However, the company has arranged everything now, just to inform Chi Song.

Feeling depressed for a while, Chi Song asked weakly: "Can the ticket be cheaper?"

Zhou Yaming: "...Huh?"

Chi Song: "I'm afraid no one buys it, it's embarrassing..."

Zhou Yaming almost made a loud voice: "OK, I will discuss with the relevant personnel."

With that said, she took her last contract in the palm of her hand and said, "Okay, after I talk to you about this, I can close the job."

Chi Song stunned: "Huh?"

Zhou Yaming pushed the contract over: "This one is for you to read."

This unusual attitude made Chi Song stunned and took it over. As soon as he opened it, the gilded characters at the head of the contract made him take a breath.

...Ayton?

...Is that Ayton? Can the top 20 Ayton be among the global makeup brands?

Zhou Yaming shook hands and smiled at the corners of his lips: "Aidon has a face cream for young men and needs to find a spokesperson in Asia."

She paused and said, "...exactly, Mr. Song, wants to give his lover a birthday gift. So he asked me to pass this contract on to you."

With that said, she stood up and said, "Chi Song, I wish you a happy birthday in advance."