Who is his blind date?
If Zheng Jijue could be sent to a mental hospital, wouldn't all his properties be under their control?
"He is crazy. You are timid all the time, which is why he runs wild at home every day. You should have kicked him out long ago." Xiao Ya was very calm and felt that her idea was feasible.
Although she didn't want to admit it, she was Zheng Jicue's mother, and this was an undeniable fact. So if Zheng Jicue really had mental problems, she would be the one who made the decision.
The more she thought about it, the clearer it became. She should have thrown this lunatic in long ago. Zheng Yuanzhou had spent so much money in the past two months and didn't even understand.
Sure enough, she had already known that Zheng Yuanzhou could not be relied upon.
"That can't be the case. Besides, why would he cooperate? He's crazy, not mentally ill."
If Zheng Xi could think of something, Zheng Yuanzhou would definitely think of it, but he knew the probability of it coming true was almost zero. And now, if they took a step forward, Zheng Jijue would cause a huge uproar.
If it really gets to that point, it will be irreversible.
I really can't afford to lose this person.
"Mom, what Dad said makes sense." Zheng Xi also advised, mainly because if he went again, Zheng Jicue might really be doomed to failure.
"What's the point? He's just afraid of getting embarrassed if things get out of hand. Doesn't he, Zheng Jicue, have to be the most embarrassed? What kind of disgusting things hasn't he done? I'm above board, but he might not be!"
As he said that, he was about to pull Zheng Xi again.
"That's enough, calm down!"
As soon as Wu Liwen came back, she heard the quarrel at home again.
She hurried over to the sound.
When she saw Zheng Xi's face, she didn't care what they were arguing about and immediately called out, "Ah Xi, what's wrong with you?"
This shout interrupted the noisy argument between Zheng Yuanzhou and Xiao Ya.
She kept arguing with Zheng Xi, and Xiao Ya and the others could no longer argue.
Wu Liwen pushed Zheng Xi back onto the sofa, glanced at the cotton swab and medicine that fell on the ground, pretended not to see them, took out new ones from the medicine box and carefully applied the medicine to Zheng Xi.
After hearing that they had finished arguing, Mrs. Chen came out of the kitchen and asked, "Sir, do you want to have dinner at home?"
When asked this question, they remembered that they had a dinner party.
Zheng Yuanzhou looked at Xiao Ya, who snorted coldly, picked up her bag and walked out. There were steps down, so Zheng Yuanzhou would of course take it.
"You should rest well at home and stop running around. Liwen, you should keep an eye on him too."
After they left, Wu Liwen asked worriedly, "What happened? How did you get hurt? And why were you arguing so fiercely?"
Zheng Xi: "Mrs. Chen, just stir-fry two dishes."
Mrs. Chen said okay and went back to the kitchen.
They were the only two left in the living room.
"He beat me." Zheng Xi said calmly, but his eyes were fixed on Wu Liwen.
He? Wu Liwen thought for a moment before realizing he was referring to Zheng Jicue.
"Why would he hit you for no reason?" Wu Liwen was a little angry.
"After I said a few words to him, he got angry. Mom was angry and wanted to call the police to teach him a lesson. That's how the argument started."
Wu Liwen didn't know what to say for a moment. Although she was also very angry that Zheng Jicue hit Zheng Xi, Xiao Ya's attitude towards Zheng Jicue was as if Zheng Jicue was Zheng Yuanzhou's illegitimate son.
Zheng Xi saw her expression and gasped as she gently rubbed her wound with a cotton swab.
Wu Liwen scolded Zheng Jicue in pain, and Zheng Xi smiled and comforted her that everything was fine.
At night, because Zheng Xi was injured, Wu Liwen didn't dare to get too close to Zheng Xi while lying on the bed. She was used to falling asleep in each other's arms, but today she couldn't fall asleep.
She turned over and asked Zheng Xi, whose back was facing her, "Why did you go looking for him?"
Zheng Xi suddenly opened his eyes.
"Persuade him not to bother with the previous blind date anymore."
"Is that why I beat you?"
"Um."
“That’s too much.”
After a while, Wu Liwen asked again: "Who is his blind date? Why did you go to see him these past two days? Is he very rich?"
“It’s quite energetic.”
"No wonder you're so persistent in pestering me." There was some disdain in her voice.
Zheng Xi patted the hand around his waist and said, "Go to sleep."
"Yeah." Wu Liwen slowly fell asleep on his back.
Zheng Xi didn't fall asleep so quickly. The pain in his wound was gone, but his mind was full of what Xiao Ya had said.
How can Zheng Jicue be made into a real madman?
Zheng Jicue was woken up by a phone call.
After hanging up Luo Ming's wake-up call, I looked at the time and found that it was already three o'clock in the afternoon of the next day.
No wonder I felt so hungry.
I got up from the bed, lifted the curtains and saw the people busy opposite me, and I felt a rare sense of peace in my heart.
After ordering takeout, I went to wash up.
I came home yesterday feeling so sleepy I felt like I was drugged. I didn’t even take a shower. There was no way I was going out to see people like this.
When I came out of the shower, the takeaway arrived.
I just put on a thicker coat and went downstairs to pick up the takeout.
When picking up the takeaway, I casually glanced across but still didn't see Cen Yuan.
I don't know what I was shooting today.
The character played by Cheng Zeyu is quarreling at home every day, and the quarrel is now in full swing.
Zheng Ji Jue scoffed at the drama that meeting you when I was young cured the haze of my adolescence.
It's too common.
Not at all watchable.
Let's wait for him to prepare a big production for Cen Yuan.
After finishing the meal, the hand that was about to take out the tissue to wipe his mouth suddenly stopped.
The scenes of our dining together yesterday gradually came back to me.
His hand reached for his trouser pocket.
I was wearing home clothes, so naturally I didn't touch anything. I quickly wiped my mouth, threw the garbage into the trash can, and then went back to my room to look for my changed clothes.
He clearly remembered that he had subconsciously put the handkerchief Cen Yuan gave him into his pocket, so how could he not find it?
Zheng Jicue ran to the garage and searched the car, but found nothing.
He stared at the house opposite in a daze, wondering if he had remembered it wrongly.
With a squeak.
The window opposite was open.
Zheng Ji Jue's spirit trembled, and then he showed undisguised disdain.
“Crack!”
"Try again."
Yu Xiushi said nothing and just asked them to start over.
Cheng Zeyu felt the pressure doubled. Everything was fine before, but when he opened the window and saw the man in the villa opposite, he was distracted.
He was about to close the window when Jin Man insisted on coming over to see what had distracted her husband.
After seeing Zheng Jijue, he rolled his eyes and closed the window, then said to Cen Yuan, "What bad luck."
Yu Xiushi said coldly, "You're the only one who's talking too much." He then said to Cheng Zeyu, "Hurry up and get to your position."
Jin Man curled her lips and didn't continue to provoke her cousin.
Cen Yuan held the cup and kept drinking water, completely blocking out Jin Man's childish behavior.
It would be a waste of energy for him to pay attention to such petty quarrels.
Zheng Jijue watched the window open and close in the yard many times, but he still couldn't wait for Cen Yuan to appear, so he turned around and went back to the house.
Judging from this guy's acting skills, he didn't think he could wait until Cen Yuan appeared.
Just as he turned around, the window opened again. When he stepped into the room, Cen Yuan squeezed to the window. The boy's innocence attracted all the attention of people around him.
"Okay, passed."
Cheng Zeyu heaved a sigh of relief and left the window. He really didn't want to see the contemptuous look of the man downstairs again.
The person opposite was standing in the house, typing on his phone with his head slightly lowered, and his expression was not as relaxed as when he was facing him.
Maybe even feeling overwhelmed.
But I slept well.
Cen Yuan closed the window silently.
Zheng Jijue in the room didn't notice anything at all.
The only person in this world who cares about him more than his own brothers and who is not repelled by his indifference is probably Luo Ming.
However, Luo Ming's enthusiasm for work was too much for him to bear. He was obviously just an investor who received dividends at the beginning.
Luo Ming: What happened? I've been looking for you all day but can't find you.
Zheng Ji Jue: Still alive.
Luo Ming: ...
Luo Ming: I won’t waste time talking to you. Since you are back in Beijing, you should attend this year’s Silver Star Literature Authors Conference. I really can’t leave here.
Yinxing Literature is one of the hottest literary websites in recent years. The cooperation between Jinyue Entertainment and Yinxing Literature only started last year. They produced several short dramas as a trial and the response was good. They are expected to deepen their cooperation this year.
Luo Ming: Have you read the information they provided? If you think it's good, you can talk to them first.
Luo Ming: Show some passion, Brother Zheng!
He put his phone down in disgust, his eyes unconsciously falling on the opposite side. He didn't know when the window had been closed.
There is no passion. Who would like to work if they have money?
He took a look at the information provided by Yinxing Literature.
There are several good novels mentioned in it, but they are all popular novels of Yinxing, and the copyrights have been sold. Jinyue wants to compete with big companies for the copyrights of novels by those big authors, but it is impossible, so their goal has never been this. Last year, the works they cooperated with were all from mid- and lower-level authors.
The copyright fee is not high, and after the film is made, it can also reversely promote the original work.
But the competition is still quite fierce now. Big companies have sensed the money-making and dissemination capabilities of short dramas and have begun to invest in short dramas.
So at present, it is necessary to do things well and meticulously, and what will be left in the end is either good money or bad money.
This month we have laid a very good foundation, and all we need to do is climb up.
He has no passion for work and social activities, but he can still find a good work.
With a few days left before the authors' conference, Zheng Jicue took out his tablet and started browsing on Yinxing Literature.
From male to female channels, Yinxing Literature has been able to make both male and female channels lively and colorful without causing any major conflicts, and has also frequently produced excellent works, which shows that it has put a lot of thought into it.
The night was dark.
When I pulled myself out of the sea of books, I realized it was already eight o'clock in the evening.
He was about to go out for a walk and have something to eat, and only when the car drove out of the gate did he make sure that there was no one on the opposite side.
The crew had no idea what plot they were filming, so they shot until eight or nine in the evening every day.
There were quarrels coming from the building closest to him every day. They were arguing so fiercely, they probably weren't filming any sex scenes, right?
At least every time he went in and out and watched, he never heard anything about sex scenes from the busy crew members.
All in all, it's a bit strange to finish work so early today.
Turning to the hotel booked by the crew, there were quite a few fans still waiting around in the cold weather. It seemed that they had all returned to the hotel.
Zheng Ji Jue randomly found a restaurant nearby to eat.
Cen Yuan finished work early today. After coming back and taking a bath, he sat on the bed to read the messages he had missed recently. However, he couldn't hold on for long before his eyelids could no longer hold on.
I simply tidied up the things on the bed and just lay down when I heard someone pacing in the corridor.
Every time I stop, I stop at the entrance of Xiushi.
Cen Yuan pulled up the quilt and prepared to close his eyes.
Knock knock knock.
Eight thirty-seven.
Cheng Zeyu knocked on Yu Xiushi's door.
Cen Yuan didn't listen to their private thoughts and slowly closed his eyelids.
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