Under the dim light of the street lamp, Qi Linqing could clearly see that Zhong Chen's face was a little red.

The red was set against the white skin, making it particularly conspicuous.

"You are already a little drunk." Qi Linqing said in a statement tone.

The last time they went to the bar, he discovered that the other party's drink volume was actually very average.

"I'm not drunk!" Zhong Chen frowned and raised his eyes, but his brown-black pupils were filled with dizziness.

Qi Linqing also looked at each other.

Gradually, he found that he couldn't look away.

All the hustle and bustle of the surrounding night market retreats from the side.

Only each other was left in their eyes.

Zhong Chen opened his mouth slightly, his eyes blurred.

Sometimes the atmosphere in love is so natural and wonderful.

He could feel Qi Linqing's approach.

It seemed that the other party was going to kiss him in the next second.

Until Qi Linqing got close, he reached out and gently wiped off the oil from his mouth.

Zhong Chen: "..."

Qi Linqing said softly: "Barbecue contains carcinogens. Eating too much is not good for your health."

Zhong Chen's mouth twitched slightly as he listened to the popular science statement of the other veteran cadre.

Why is there always a sense that Qi Linqing is his father's sight...

Grunt.

Zhong Chen picked up the shochu on the table and drank it.

Qi Linqing's persuasion still sounded in his ears: "Drink less, drinking will hurt your body."

Zhong Chen was a little desperate, "Then when we get married, do you have to make a date table for the payment of public rations?"

"Huh?" Qi Linqing's eyes showed a dazed expression, and asked unclearly, "Why?"

Zhong Chen: "Because indulgence can hurt your body."

"..."

Qi Linqing didn't know how to answer, so he could only remain silent.

Zhong Chen became drunk after a few drinks.

He fainted on the table, fell asleep, and even snored.

From time to time, passing students looked at them and pointed.

Qi Linqing looked at him and sighed.

Still a kid.

Although Zhong Chen has achieved great success in his career in just one year, sometimes Qi Linqing feels that his heart is still like a child who has not grown up—he is addicted to sweetness, likes to drink milk tea, and his favorite food is grilled sausage.

So they need more time between them instead of going to bed hastily.

"The lady boss check out."

Qi Linqing paid the money and turned back to help Zhong Chen.

Because the other party has been completely drunk to the point of unconsciousness.

In desperation, Qi Linqing could only carry him on his back and walked to the side of the road to wait for the bus.

I want to send Zhong Chen home.

But Qi Linqing suddenly realized that he didn't even know the address of the apartment that Zhong Chen bought newly next to the school.

Zhong Chen invited him to the apartment many times, but he was too busy during this time.

School matters, painting, seeking new artistic methods, etc. He is spinning like a spinning top.

At the same time, Qi Linqing also knew that he was worried about being alone with the other party in a confined space.

Hua Deng is in the beginning.

People came and went on the street, and cars drove past.

"Professor Qi good evening!" A student from the Chinese Painting Department passed by and greeted him warmly.

Qi Linqing came back to his senses and nodded slightly.

The gaze of the student falling behind him with the man on his back was a little curious, but looking at Professor Qi's cold face, he did not dare to ask more.

Qi Linqing fumbled for a moment in Zhong Chen's trouser pocket before digging out his mobile phone.

He easily unlocked it through his face, clicked on the address book, and dialed the number noted as "Secretary".

"Okay, okay, please send me the address text message, I'll come over right now."

The male voice on the other end of the phone was a little familiar.

hang up the phone.

Qi Linqing had a moment of shaking God.

Isn't Zhong Chen's secretary female? He remembered.

…

Ten minutes later.

A Maybach parked at the door of the Garbage Street of the Academy of Fine Arts.

The handsome young man hurriedly pushed open the driver's door and walked towards Qi Linqing.

"Young... Isn't Mr Zhong okay?" he asked nervously.

Qi Linqing looked at the youth in a daze.

Isn't this the front desk they met in the desert camp in Dunhuang during the summer vacation?

Why is the other party here now and has become Zhong Chen's secretary?

A series of questions emerged, Qi Linqing felt a little strange.

"It's okay, just drunk too much." He said calmly.

Liang Mingshan stretched out his hand, vainly thinking that Qi Linqing would take Zhong Chen from behind.

Qi Linqing: "Wait a minute, can you show me your phone number?"

He wanted to prove whether the other party was Zhong Chen's secretary.

Liang Mingshan paused for two seconds, and his face quickly burst into a smile.

"Of course." He took out his cell phone, called up the phone number page and handed it over.

Qi Linqing took a look and confirmed that it was the same as the number he had just seen.

"Okay." He returned the phone to the other party.

Liang Mingshan: "I haven't had time to introduce to you. I was sent to training by Mr. Zhong before, and then I officially became his new secretary two days ago..."

"I don't want to listen." Qi Lin said lightly.

Liang Mingshan: "..."

Qi Linqing did not ask Liang Mingshan to help. He walked to the side of the car with Zhong Chen on his back, opened the door and gently put the person in, reminding:

"Be sure to cook him sober soup when I go back."

"Would you like to go back together?" Liang Mingshan asked tentatively.

Qi Linqing didn't speak, turned and left.

This action has already revealed the answer.

Liang Mingshan looked at his back and sighed in his heart.

no doubt.

The young master will definitely be angry tomorrow.

as predicted.

The next day Zhong Chen woke up groggy and drank the hot sober soup cooked by Liang Mingshan.

After regaining some sanity, Zhong Chen felt that he was hovering on the verge of death.

Qi Linqing would rather throw himself to the secretary than send him home! !

Zhong Chen gritted his teeth: "Within today, don't miss me taking care of him. As long as it's his phone message, I won't be able to answer it."

Liang Mingshan: "Okay, you can be happy, Master. You want me to help you put the phone -" Put it up?

The second half of the sentence has not been finished yet.

Ticking.

The phone rang.

This is clearly the exclusive alert tone for Qi Linqing's incoming call.

Liang Mingshan saw with his own eyes, the young master's hands were as fast as lightning, as if a tiger descended from the mountain, grabbing the mobile phone from the bedside table.

Not knowing what was said on the other end of the phone, Zhong Chen changed his face quickly, and soon smiled.

"Hello? Baby, I just woke up... um, don't worry, I wake up early with alcohol."

Liang Mingshan: "..."

As the shooting date of the Love Variety Show is getting closer and closer, Qi Linqing has also received the electronic version of the precautions and the Taiwanese version from the crew of "Heartbeat".

He watched for a while, silently turned on the tablet, and started searching for popular variety shows of the same kind nowadays.

Since the guests are not used, the program is basically divided into two types-celebrities and amateurs.

You don't need to think about it to know that it must be a gimmick and a lot of attention to invite celebrities as guests, and the ratings will be relatively higher.

"Heartbeat Signal" is of this type.

This is currently the second season.

Qi Linqing went to watch the first season and found that the types of guests invited by the program group were very wide, not limited to the entertainment industry.

There are Gao Fushuai CEOs on the cover of business magazines, well-known athletes, Internet celebrity chefs, etc...

In short, the profession is very rich.

In the first season, the CEO and the Internet celebrity chef successfully held hands and truly fell in love.

Probably because of the authenticity of the shooting and the sparks between the guests, "Heartbeat" is very popular nowadays.

Qi Linqing himself has no interest in participating in this variety show.

In his opinion, this is just a boring game.

But for the sake of Zhong Chen, he is willing to understand.

…

Due to the relevant confidentiality regulations of "Heartbeat Signal", in order to preserve the sense of mystery, the program team will not announce the guest list before the filming begins.

Netizens don't know.

The guests knew nothing about each other before they stepped into the room.

The day of shooting.

A luxurious villa on the outskirts of city B.

The midday sun in the autumn season was still very strong, and the pool water temperature in the villa was slightly hot from the sun.

Boxes of dark cameras and recording equipment were placed aside.

The staff is busy back and forth.

Qi Lele was sitting in the waiting room, sipping hot cocoa.

He tried not to let himself glance at the ex-boyfriend next to him, but it was in vain.

Qi Lele's black polo shirt, knee-length trousers, white tube socks and sneakers can be touched by Qi Lele's field of vision.

Today Fu Hanri's clothes are very sporty and casual. This makes him look at least five years younger.

It seemed that the breakup had no effect on him at all.

The man took a sip of coffee and continued to read the fashion magazine in his hand.

No matter when, Emperor Fu is so handsome and elegant.

He sat there, like a beautiful intensive pictorial.

Qi Lele felt like swallowing a plum in his heart.

The makeup artist walked in, spoke a few words to them, and walked out.

Soon there were only two of them left in the waiting room.

The atmosphere became more and more stale.

There was another noise like a kettle boiling outside the door.

Qi Lele realized that something was wrong and turned to look at Fu Hanri.

This time it was extremely bold to look straight.

It's impossible for the other party to not notice his sight, but there is still no response.

Qi Lele bit her lip and asked in a low voice, "Do you know who else is invited by the program group this time?"

Fu Hanri flipped through two pages of the magazine and said casually: "I have signed the confidentiality regulations, and I am not sure."

Qi Lele: "You must know."

"Fu Wen, and you. I knew so much beforehand." Fu Han's voice was dull.

Fu Wen? !

Qi Lele's eyes widened when he heard the name.

The appearance of this internationally renowned art director surprised Qi Lele.

Coincidentally, he is about to cooperate with Fu Wen.

Last time, the parents of the Qi family said that they would compensate Qi Lele and do not need to audition, so they directly gave him the opportunity to play a role in the movie "Chuan Ge Xing" by the top director Li Boxin.

Fu Wen is the art director of "Chuan Ge Xing".

At that time it was like a huge surprise that made Qi Lele dizzy.

Since his debut, he has basically acted in TV series, which is almost impossible to bridge from the tall movie circles.

Especially since his career is going downhill now, Qi Lele never dreamed of being able to participate in this movie.

Li Bo + Fu Wen's name = King of the movie circle bombed.

Winning a prize is definitely a fact that can be predicted without a doubt.

Qi Lele's heartbeat accelerated, even at this moment excitedly ignoring his ex-boyfriend who was sitting next to him.

He wanted to rush out now to have a good exchange with Mr. Fu Wen.

Boom boom boom.

There was a knock on the door.

At the same time, the director’s voice came from outside the door, "The shooting has already started, can we come in now?"

"Oh, good director!"

Qi Lele immediately stood up and straightened out the wrinkles on his clothes within a few seconds.

The door slowly opened.

Directors, film crews and other people filed in.

There are other guests.

Qi Linqing and Zhong Chen walked side by side in the forefront.

When Qi Lele saw them, his expression ran away, and the whole person was stunned.

He stiffly turned his head and glanced at Fu Hanri. The other's facial expression management is not much better.