Zhou listened to a lot of alcohol, but he couldn't stand the wheel battle of the young men in the crew and consumed combat effectiveness, and when the dinner party was over, he walked a little shaky, and was half-supported and half-carried out of the restaurant by Lu Pin, who had been holding his position and staying sober. Pei Ji's amount of alcohol is indeed inferior to him, and he is also a puddle of mud at this time, and he is half-held by the assistant in the back and moved a little.

It was late at night, and the night sky was not clear, but a few twinkling stars could still be discerned.

Zhou Heting disliked Lu Pin's short stature and couldn't hold himself at all, so he took the strength to shake off the little assistant who had been saddle in front of the horse and behind the horse and walked to the nanny car alone.

The late autumn night was still very cold, and when he went out, he walked in a messy manner, and he didn't put on a coat, so he relied on a cashmere sweater to fight the cold, and the north wind blew and woke up halfway.

Although Zhou Erting usually drinks in his hands, he always drinks lightly, and he has not drunk as much as today in recent years, and he has felt the alarm bell in his brain for a few moments, and his consciousness has been a little erratic.

However, the young men in the crew drank too far from themselves, and after a few of them were poured down one after another, there were few people who fought with them anymore.

Everyone will have a different expression when they are drunk, some people drink well and fall asleep when they are drunk, and some people prefer to make a lot of noise to vent their feelings.

Zhou listened to the experience of not drinking fragments, but in fact, he was still silent when he was drunk, but his brain was extremely active and excited. There are constantly flashbacks of fragments of memory, and he can recall the past many years ago at such a time, and it is extremely chaotic to intertwine with reality.

The neon lights of the streets are intertwined into a web, like a fantasy world.

He was a little distracted, and seemed to be back to the small, dilapidated apartment he had been in twenty years earlier.

My mother was always emotional and spontaneous, sometimes getting drunk with a phone call, a piece of news, or even a gossip from someone else, and the room was filled with the smell of alcohol numbing nerves and a little crying. Little Zhou didn't understand anything, but when he saw his mother lying on the sofa in pain, he would instinctively run over to comfort him. He couldn't understand the "betrayal" and "negativity" that his mother would repeat every time, and he didn't know why his mother's temperament changed so much because of a film and television news.

The promised omelette was already burned, and Zhou listened to the small bench to turn off the fire on the stove, and skillfully bypassed the shards of glass. As if in time for some carnival, cheers and rousing snare drums were heard outside the window, and some feathers and colored paper fragments with a carnival atmosphere floated to the window of the apartment.

The woman's hand poked into the shattered bottle, and the blood refracted in the sunlight a strange dark color, like a muddy swamp.

Zhou Heting took out the huge first-aid kit and squatted beside his mother to bandage her, but his delicate wrist was roughly grabbed by the woman.

"Mommy, it hurts ......" Zhou Heting's eyes instantly overflowed with tears, his voice was so soft that he was a mess, and his tail notes trembled.

The woman turned a deaf ear, the way she looked at Zhou and listened was no longer a mother at all, she was completely drunk. Through Zhou and Ting's eyes, she didn't know what she saw or who she saw.

"Why did you lie to me, why did you lie to me......" she suddenly began to talk about Chinese, and her expression became more and more fragile and fragile.

Zhou listened and finally got scared. He didn't know what Mommy was talking about, he was hungry.

"Mommy......" the child grinned, and finally cried, "Mommy, I'm afraid of ......"

The woman muttered something as if she was cursing, her head getting lower and lower, and finally her body froze, and she fell into Zhou Youting's arms unconsciously.

Zhou Yiting finally broke free from the shackles of a woman, and his arms were able to surround his thin and decadent mother......

Lu Pin stopped not far away with a ghostly expression, and next to him was Pei Ji's assistant, who also looked wtf.

He has been following in fragments since he was left behind by Mr. Zhou, but before he took two steps, he saw Pei Ji and didn't know where he came from......

The point is that Mr. Zhou, his family, actually let him rely on it very obediently, and stretched out his hand to hold it steadily.

…… What the hell?

Pei Ji's assistant was obviously more random than Lu Pin, and he quickly recovered his senses and trotted over, pulled Pei Ji out of Zhou Jiting's arms, and apologized while planning to take the drunk back to his nanny car as quickly as possible.

But the plan is always good.

Pei Ji stubbornly grabbed Zhou Heting's clothes with a pair of paws, and there were words in his mouth, and what made the assistant's head even bigger was Zhou Heting's eyes were scattered and fluttering, and he also looked like he was not giving up - two drunks.

The assistant didn't dare to pull hard, in case he dragged his head, who would be responsible? So he and Pei Ji started a tug-of-war, and after a few rounds, he probably shook his head a little dizzy, Pei Ji muttered dissatisfiedly, and threw up his head and face.

Spit it out, he is also upright, according to the front without even an angle off, he vomited crisp and happy.

In fact, drinking, vomiting or anything is a common thing, and it was not a big deal.

The problem is that he has always been listening to him right in front of him.

Lu Pin opened his mouth wide and gasped for air, eager to split and run over step by step, and stretched out his hand to drag Zhou He back, but it was too late.

Pei Ji's assistant was also frightened at this time, and Pei Ji, who was unrestrained, put his hands on Zhou Erting's shoulders and threw up, most of which spit on Zhou Erting's body, spreading from the bottom of his chest all the way to the upper of his shoes.

Even if you listen to the fugue again, the wine will completely wake up at this time.

He looked down at his clothes and then at Pei Ji expressionlessly, completely ignoring Pei Ji's assistant's apology and the obvious uproar behind him, his eyes narrowed and narrowed, and his facial expression twitched.

“……*。”

In the end, under the stiff pull of the two assistants, Zhou Heting reluctantly got into Pei Ji's nanny car.

"It's okay, he vomited all over us, how can you do it without washing clothes and accompanying a crime." Lu Pin leaned over and bit his ear with Zhou Heting, who had been black-faced, "And Emperor Pei's home!" Don't you want to check it out? ”

Zhou Heting had a little pity in his eyes, and squinted at the excited little assistant.

Lu Pin was silent instantly, and by the way, even the expectant expression on his face was put away.

Zhou Er's face was so cold, no one dared to go up and talk, he himself was bored, he was vomited again, and he was not in the mood at all. But fortunately, Lu Pin has always carried an ipad with him, and he specially taught him how to use it two days ago. If you want him to say that this electronic gadget the size of a bound book is really easy to use, but he has no interest in those little games, and he has looked up a lot of celebrity information and stage scripts these days.

He clicked on the search page, stared at the shiny screen, and typed the word Pei Ji in a ghostly manner.

I drank with him for an hour, and vomited on him, so I have to pay the bottom line.

Pei Ji was born in an artistic family, his grandparents are both theater actors, his father is a photographer who travels around the world all the year round, and his mother was originally a popular film and television star. Almost all the people Pei Ji has come into contact with since he was a child are some people in the entertainment industry who have never met and can't talk to each other in their lives. Born in such a family, Zhou Yiting thought to himself that it was really difficult not to have anything to do with acting.

Indeed, Pei Ji starred in TV series and movies when he was only 5 years old, and he appeared in front of the audience until he was 15 years old and went abroad to study. Pei Ji inherited the excellent genes of the family, and he can be seen to be a good embryo at a young age, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, red lips and white teeth, although a melon seed face is so handsome that it is even a little difficult to distinguish the gender, the shadow of adulthood can still be vaguely seen between the eyebrows and eyes. However, Xiao Pei Ji's temperament exudes a faint fairy aura, and today's adult Pei Ji no longer has that high and lonely coldness. There are a lot of daily photos and film and television stills of him when he was a child, and it can be clearly seen that he grew up in an extremely superior environment since he was a child, and he was very natural and free at a young age under the influence of the family atmosphere.

Zhou Heting slowly looked at Pei Ji's childhood home photos, and even a few family photos of different generations, full of family members standing in one photo, surrounding Pei Ji, who was growing up year by year. The pictures swept over one by one, and his eyes changed from initial curiosity to coldness, and then gradually exuded a strange smell.

"Hey, isn't it there? Isn't it? Lu Pin's sudden voice interrupted some of his thoughts, and Zhou listened to the page and raised his head, only to see the nanny car slowly driving into a residential area, and the street lights were bright.

Pei Ji is not an arrogant person, and the community he lives in is only a mid-to-high-end residential area, Rao is so Lu Pin still looks like a country boy who has just entered the city, looking east and west, and sighing.

Zhou He doesn't think he's ashamed, his poor mouth is a big problem.

"You can't just keep your mouth shut." He rubbed his temples and didn't have a good temper.

Lu Pin made a grievance, "You make me excited, not everyone has the opportunity to go to the actor's house." ”

Zhou He snorted when he heard this, "Not everyone can go to my house." ”

"The problem is that you're an actor!"

Zhou He smiled and admitted when he heard his puffed up, "Okay, I'm not." ”

Lu Pin nodded with satisfaction, and as if he thought of something, he secretly glanced at Pei Ji and the assistant who were sitting in the front row, and quietly leaned over to Zhou and listened to the ear and whispered: "But you will become an actor sooner or later, I have a hunch!" ”

Zhou Heting didn't seem to care about this aspect at all, and he raised his eyebrows and responded: "Then which trophy do you think is the best-looking?" ”

Lu Pin thought for a while and affirmed: "The little golden man and the domestic spirit horse award." ”

Zhou listened to the corner of his mouth sketching a shallow angle, and didn't seem to agree with his opinion.

"Then which one do you say is good-looking!" Lu Pin was a little unconvinced.

Zhou Erting bowed slightly, his eyebrows were dyed with a faint shadow, but there was a little light in his eyes, "Fangdan rose." ”

Lu Pin was at a loss, "What rose?" ”

Zhou He glanced at him, but before he could speak, the driver stepped on the brakes.

The two of them saw Assistant Pei Ji leaning over, with a slightly reluctant smile on his face, "It's here." ”