Chapter 334

Sugar after eating an ice cream is still not enough, I gave him a cheese ball, estimated that after eating he will not have dinner in the evening.

When I'm full of sugar, I feel sleepy in my arms.

I said to Tang Zizhe, "I'll send the baby back first. What would you like to eat in the evening? I'll see you in the hotel then."

He deserves to be frank: "in."

I called him "Africa" with a smile

Tang Zizhe and I walked on the street with our shoulders dangling. Fortunately, he wore a pair of black framed glasses, and no one recognized him.

Two pots of yellow rice wine, twelve grains of plum, sweet, spicy and warm, add warmth to the still cool spring night.

We finished all the dishes we ordered, and then walked out of the restaurant with bellies full of beef balls, fish dumplings and tender mutton.

He is not Africa, he is so white, but not cream, but full of juvenile feeling.

Before I came here in the evening, I was bored on the road. Tang Zizhe's age was just 22 years old. He was a standard little suckling dog.

I suddenly remembered a word, little suckling dog.

"Ah." He deserved it.

"Africa." I called him.

Maybe we really drink too much, I nod, we look at each other, ha ha silly.

Tang Zizhe suddenly put his chin in the palm of my hand and winked at me: "how about you treat me as Africa?"

"One day he went out for a walk, and never came back. Some people said that he was probably caught by the dog meat restaurant, and it had already become a table meal." I was a little sad when I mentioned Africa. I cried my nose at that time. The first thing I did after work every day was to look for it, but I still didn't find it.

"Because it's dark, especially dark. Your eyes are like its, round and shiny I compared him to a dog, but Tang Zizhe said with a smile, "really, what about Africa now?"

"Why Africa?"

"I used to have a dog in Africa."

"Why do you always touch my head?" It's very cultivated of him not to be angry with such a big hand.

I felt his head again: "good boy."

"I don't know. I don't think you will." He bit his chopsticks and looked at me with bright eyes.

"Why?"

"No

He was really happy to tell the truth. I scalded the beef tenderloin and asked him, "are you not afraid of what you just told me? I'll sell it to the paparazzi?"

"Acting is acting. I don't feel that I have to show my love to death."

I really look like this: "you are a good actor. You can talk like this."

Tang Zizhe pointed to the mouth of the heroine in one episode: "look, is it like fat sausage?"

I didn't expect Tang Zizhe to be so popular. No wonder a well-known online play can pick up sun Yibai's play.

The hit volume of his play is more than 3 billion. That is to say, according to China's population of almost 1.6 billion, a person has to watch it twice on average. If it's not even, such as Gu Yu's brain damage, it's normal to paint it four or five times.

As expected, Tang Zhe's face is full of pain.

Tang Zizhe's description is really vivid. I can't help turning over the play.

"What's more, it's so easy that it's almost over. She's actually plumping her lips. Her mouth is like two fat sausages. I can't kiss her any more."

I touched his hair with the strength of wine: "poor child, next time you meet such a leading lady, you kiss more heavily, her nose can't help squeezing."

Tang Zizhe's white face is slightly red, and his eyes are full of grievances. He looks like a brother next door complaining to me. The more he looks, the more lovely he is.

"Her nose is just made. It's sharp and can pierce people's bodies. The director must really kiss her if he doesn't lend her a seat," he said, drawing his hand into a fist as two heads to show me. "I just touched her mouth, and her nose poked into my cheekbone, killing me."

"Why does it hurt?"

Maybe Tang Zizhe drank some yellow rice wine, so he poured everything out: "the heroine of my last play, every time I took a kiss, I was in pain."

"In the past, make-up was for icing on the cake, but now it's for a new look. There are fewer and fewer natural beauty. Most of them are plastic surgery. They are boring to see the same pattern." In the evening, when I chatted about the fun, I let the store scald yellow rice wine and plum, which is the best match for hot pot.

"How can it be so exaggerated?"

"The female artists around me don't make up and don't go out. I've hardly seen what they look like."

"what do I need to apply mascara?"

Tang zhe looked at me in surprise. "You didn't put on mascara."

"My tears came out laughing." I pulled a tissue to wipe my tears.

Tang Zizhe and I still have a lot to talk about. I always thought that this kind of little boy came out to shoot when he was very young, which had no connotation. His words were very empty and boring. But Tang Zizhe was very interesting. When he was serious nonsense, he was very funny. I clapped the table with a smile, and the Flammulina velutipes and beef balls jumped on the plate.I thought he just said it casually, so I agreed.

He immediately took over and said, "really? You should be my guide when I am in Duancheng. "

Tang Zizhe and I chatted casually while eating. I told him that I grew up in Duancheng and knew it very well.

Tang Zizhe indifferent smile: "fortunately, I do not eat spicy acne."

In case I disfigure people and don't look good on camera, fans will tear me up.

Tang Zizhe said that he could eat spicy food, so I ordered a mandarin duck pot. I asked him, "do you have acne when you eat spicy food? If you have acne, you should avoid it. "

This year, there are not many boys who will blush, and they are still in the entertainment industry. I have a certain liking for Tang Zizhe.

His smile had the shyness of some boys, and I could see that he was blushing under the light.

Tang Zizhe laughed shyly: "I prefer to be alone in my personal time."

As I ordered, I asked him how a big star could make it more leisurely than me. He didn't even bring an assistant with him.

I arrived at the hotpot restaurant at 6:00 p.m. before that, I ordered a box and told Tang Zizhe the box number. He arrived earlier than me.

I agreed with Tang Zizhe to meet in a famous hot pot shop here, and then I will send sugar home.

What kind of logic is this? Maybe I'm too old to understand it.

"I don't know. Maybe the agency thinks that men who don't eat spicy food are softer and cute, and little girls like them."

"Why set up this kind of human setup?"

He said to me with a smile, "it's a human design."

"But I remember you didn't eat spicy food on the show."

"I eat."

I said, "you don't eat spicy, do you?"

I remember last time I saw a variety show about delicious food. Tang Zizhe can't eat spicy food.

Tang Zizhe smiles and shakes his head: "no, I have no taboo. I eat everything."

"Do you have any taboos?"

"I don't know Duancheng very well. I can eat anything."

"Tut Tut, you idol have no burden, let your agent see, don't you want to cry to death?"

"Life is not all about work, it's about life." He said.

Well, it's like a young man in his early twenties.