Chapter 17
The piano on the stage was changed to Nocturne in E flat major, and the deep and soothing piano sound flowed out. Yuan Heng finished his steak and poured himself a glass of red wine, sipping it slowly. The person opposite had fallen asleep, with his right hand propped up and hanging down at the back of his head, and his long hair covering half of his thin shoulders.
The waiter passed back and forth, and he always felt that the gentleman who was sober alone was a little speechless.
Xiao Ziyu had just finished filming for the entire day and was already very tired. Thanks to the alcohol, he slept very soundly. It was hard to tell from Yuan Heng's expression whether he was angry or annoyed. This man was drunk and even called his nickname before falling asleep. He opened his mouth to question him, but Xiao Ziyu tightly shut his mouth and ignored him.
He felt very uncomfortable with the feeling of having his emotions controlled.
Mr. Yuan was feeling emotionally drained when he suddenly saw Xiao Ziyu's cell phone, which was placed on the table, flash. Someone called.
With a quick glance, he saw the name: Meng Leyu.
What does Meng Leyu want to talk to Xiao Ziyu about late at night?
Yuan Heng picked up the phone and swiped to answer it. The voice on the other end came over like beans pouring out: "Xiao Ziyu, let me tell you, if you delete your Weibo now, we can discuss it in the long run. If you want to enter the entertainment industry, that's fine. We can help you contact the company. You don't understand the rules of the fan circle. It will be more difficult to get into the entertainment industry in the future if you use this method to attract attention."
His tone was aggressive and he made the decision for Xiao Ziyu in just a few words, leaving him no chance to breathe. Yuan Heng didn’t know much about the little star, but he had the impression that he was quite quiet. Why was he like this behind people?
He confirmed: "What rules are you talking about?"
The voice was low and cold, and the person on the other side was obviously stunned: "You are not Xiao Ziyu?"
Yuan Heng: "Xiao Ziyu is not available to answer the phone, just tell me if you have anything to say."
Meng Leyu recognized his voice: "Teacher Yuan? Why is Xiao Ziyu with you?"
Yuan Heng chuckled: "Why do you think he is with me?"
Meng Leyu was speechless and forgot about this marriage that the Meng family had personally arranged. Didn't they say that Yuan Heng definitely looked down on Xiao Ziyu? Why were they still together so late at night?
His throat choked up, and he used the tone of a spoiled child to his parents, aggrieved, "Xiao Ziyu insisted on saying that I stole his credit, and made things look bad for both sides on Weibo. Teacher Yuan, you are also an actor, you must understand the feeling of having your popularity taken advantage of by a stand-in."
Yuan Heng did not sympathize with him: "I rarely use a stand-in. Ziyu has already fallen asleep. If there is anything important, you can discuss it tomorrow."
Can’t you wake Xiao Ziyu up if he’s asleep? Meng Leyu secretly clenched his fists. By tomorrow, things would have fermented to an irreversible point, and no matter how much he clarified, it would be useless.
But he couldn't lose his temper with the movie emperor, so he could only hang up the phone and immediately contact the company to discuss other public relations plans.
Yuan Heng put the phone back intact and logged into Weibo with his own phone. He immediately saw a top trending search: #Wire Actors#. The most popular account under this trending search was Xiao Ziyu.
The comment section of Xiao Ziyu's Weibo has been flooded by Meng Leyu's fans.
[He is not famous, but he loves to take advantage of others.] 】
[Ning, are you okay?] 】
[Without Meng Leyu, who would know you? Aren’t you just a stand-in? 】
Even passers-by who spoke fair words were scolded to the point of being unable to bear it. Yuan Heng scrolled down a few posts and saw the direction of the other party's comment control: directing the main perspective to Xiao Ziyu's side, refusing to mention Meng Leyu's video theft, and angrily accusing the stand-in actor of turning the tables for traffic.
If Xiao Ziyu deleted the post at this time, he would be confirmed as someone trying to attract attention. If Meng Leyu then came out to play the victim or just sent an apology letter, the matter would probably be over.
Yuan Heng pondered for a moment and went to take a look at his Weibo homepage. His account has always been managed by Zheng Hong. In addition to automatically posting birthday blogs, he has recently cooperated with the crew to promote the trailer of "Maple Grove Evening".
After thinking for a moment, Yuan Heng forwarded the crew's wirework footage: "I would like to ask Teacher Xiao Xiao for some tips. Today's fight was very exciting. Everyone can look forward to it."
As soon as the Weibo post was released, his fans seemed to have no idea what was happening and started posting “???” in the comment section.
[Oh shit, my husband posted on Weibo? 】
[Teacher Yuan, have you finally remembered your Weibo password? [Crying][Crying]]
[When to arrange selfie [color] [color]]
[So the back figure in the official blog’s behind-the-scenes footage is really Xiao Ziyu? 】
[Teacher Xiao Xiao, I’m so cute! 】
Yuan Heng didn't care how the comments section developed. He just turned off the screen and put his phone back in his pocket.
"Sir, is there anything I can help you with?" The waiter came over to remind him politely. Yuan Heng then realized that most of the guests around him had left. The pianist on the stage took off his white gloves and greeted him with a smile.
"No thanks." Yuan Heng stood up to pay the bill and touched the man lying on the ground: "Let's go."
Xiao Ziyu is a good drinker. When he is drunk, he just gets confused by himself and never bothers others. He was woken up by Yuan Heng, but he still insisted: "I want to pay with WeChat."
"Well, just sweep me." Yuan Heng half hugged and half embraced him and took him out, only to feel that the slender bones were a little bit uncomfortable.
Why are you still so thin?
Xiao Ziyu had already taken out his phone and scanned Yuan Heng's QR code. Yuan Heng's profile picture popped up on the phone screen. He exclaimed, "Yuan thief!"
Yuan Heng: "..."
At the dinner table, she was still calling him by his cousin's name in a tender tone, but as soon as the bill was paid, she turned into a thief.
Yuan Heng used Xiao Ziyu's phone to add himself as a friend, opened the passenger seat, stuffed the person in, and fastened his seat belt. Xiao Ziyu was tied to the seat and finally calmed down. He tilted his head to look at the Range Rover's operating console, looking very well-behaved.
The car was quiet. Yuan Heng continued the topic at the dinner table without making any noise: "Who is the 'Changfeng' you just called?"
"Hmm..." Xiao Ziyu blinked and smiled pretentiously, "I won't tell you."
Yuan Heng was speechless for a while and completely gave up the idea of communicating with him.
The car drove into the Courtyard Marriott parking lot and stopped steadily. Xiao Ziyu was still sitting upright, with no intention of getting out of the car.
Yuan Heng could only open the passenger door and help him down. Xiao Ziyu pointed and said, "This sedan is quite comfortable. When the weather is good, take me to the Imperial Garden for a stroll."
Yuan Heng gritted his teeth and said nothing.
Xiao Ziyu was dissatisfied and said in a sarcastic tone: "Did you hear that?..."
Seeing that he was determined to achieve his goal, Yuan Heng was in no mood to argue with the drunkard. He put his arm through Xiao Ziyu's armpit and lifted him up, then bent over slightly, raised his knees, and directly scooped the man into his arms and carried him away.
The ambergris in the base notes wraps you up, and the floral and fruity scents dissipate, revealing the background color of the earth. Xiao Ziyu was stunned, and his chattering mouth finally quieted down. Like a tired bird returning to its nest, he leaned against Yuan Heng's chest and lost consciousness.
This was the most peaceful night of sleep he had ever had since coming to this strange time and space. His mind was completely relaxed, and he almost felt like he had fainted.
The next day, Xiao Ziyu woke up and saw the light shining through the thick curtains. He almost thought that everything that happened yesterday was just a dream.
He sat on the bed in a daze for a long time before he gradually recalled some of his memories. Yuan Heng took him to a very expensive restaurant. He had forgotten what happened after drinking, and there was only the lingering piano music and the 888 steak.
Xiao Ziyu quickly took out his mobile phone and opened his WeChat wallet. The thousand yuan was still there. He stroked his chest with relief, but suddenly felt embarrassed again.
He said he wanted to treat Yuan Heng to a meal, but not only was he short of money, he also got drunk first, and in the end he had to stay in someone else's hotel. This was obviously not in line with the style of the King of Daliang who had always been diligent and polite.
Fortunately, Yuan Heng left early, so we didn't have to face the awkward meeting. Xiao Ziyu comforted himself and decided to thank him when he saw him again.
He walked out of the door in slippers. Yuan Heng just took the tray from the waiter. Their eyes met and Xiao Ziyu froze in place.
Yuan Heng put the plate on the table and looked at the person standing aside: "Why don't you come and eat? Are you waiting for me to feed you?"
"Oh..." Xiao Ziyu bit the rubber band to tie up his hair. The small mole under his eye became clearer. He walked slowly to the table and sat down: "Thank you... for last night."
Without waiting for Yuan Heng to answer, he said anxiously: "Just consider that money as what I owe you first. I will pay you back when I get my salary tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."
"Okay," Yuan Heng said straightforwardly, "but I want to charge interest."
"Okay." Xiao Ziyu gritted his teeth and nodded, "You decide how much to charge."
"Are you really going to settle it with me so clearly?" Yuan Heng glanced at him, "Then there's also the money for the car to bring you back, the room fee for the top floor suite at Courtyard by Marriott, and..."
He changed the subject, "Also, Meng Leyu called you last night."
Xiao Ziyu had indeed forgotten about the money. The Internet was uncontrollable, and he had no idea how last night's incident would turn out. He was a little annoyed: "I fell asleep."
"I'll answer it for you." Yuan Heng gasped.
"Did he say anything?" Xiao Ziyu opened Weibo, only to find that the first few hot comments had been changed.
[Thanks to Teacher Xiao Xiao’s tutorial, sensitive skin can also be bruised]
[Thank you, Teacher Xiao Xiao, for acting with my husband. I look forward to your feature film~]
[Teacher Xiao Xiao, don’t learn from the movie star next door and post more selfies, understand! 】
[Is BoA really not considering signing with a company? I want to see your play! (Rolling and playing dirty)
The friendly and playful tone has already squeezed out the offensive comments from last night, but they are obviously not his fans.
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