"You !!" Jiang Zhi was angry, left a dong, and scolded: "If you have the ability, you can continue to follow." ”

"Not this time." These words somewhat made Jiang Zhiqiang feel comfortable, but the next words almost didn't make him lift the table. Ye Jingcheng said two words: "I'm bar." ”

"Good luck." Ye Jingcheng touched another one and came up to the south and said, "Another bar." ”

At this time, Chen Baishen swallowed his saliva and asked cautiously: "Ah Cheng, should you be an eighteen Arhat?" ”

Ye Jingcheng eats chicken beard every time, if they can still make such a big card, then they don't have to live. Eighteen arhats multiplied by eighty-eight times, multiplied by twenty...

"Huh!" Ye Jingcheng looked at the cards he touched, and then looked at the cards in his hand, there was no doubt that it was another bar.

At this time, Huang Jing wiped the cold sweat on her forehead with a towel and asked, "Ah Cheng, you won't be the Eighteen Arhats, right?" ”

"It can't be such a coincidence, can it?"

"You're not another bar, are you?"

Seeing that Ye Jingcheng got another card, the other three became nervous. It wasn't until Ye Jingcheng put the card in that everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

It was Zhong Chuhong beside Ye Jingcheng, after counting Ye Jingcheng's cards, he asked, "Ah Cheng, can you touch yourself?" ”

Poof――

The three people who thought they had escaped suddenly spurted out the old blood. Can you touch yourself but push the cards, this is to let them feel what is called a thought of heaven, a thought of hell?

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Eighteen Arhats." Ye Jingcheng called that one shy.

Among them, eighteen arhats are eighty-eight, all of them are twenty-four, and they are self-touching. A total of 113 cards. In other words, each person loses two thousand two hundred and sixty.

"Hit the street, don't fight!" The mahjong in Jiang Zhiqiang's hand fell directly onto the table.

"Qiang Zai, your cards are so bad, who will play cards with you in the future." Immediately, Chen Baishen condemned Jiang Zhiqiang. Jiang Zhiqiang's mahjong that fell out just now almost bounced to Huang Xingxiu next to him, but fortunately he was protected in time.

Jiang Zhiqiang was stared at unnaturally, so he had to slow down his temper, and after his anger dropped a little, he said: "I won't fight, I'm going to beat you." ”

"Fat Crystal, is there anything wrong with you? It's okay, I'll go first. "Jiang Zhiqiang has a bad temper, but he is not a fool either.

Huang Jing glanced at Ye Jingcheng, only to see the latter shake his head gently, Huang Jing replied: "It's okay, you go back first, be careful on the road." ”

Liang Zhenni wanted to stay a little longer, but Ye Jingcheng brought a female companion tonight, and he definitely couldn't send her back later, so he had no choice but to leave with Jiang Zhiqiang.

As soon as the two left, Ye Jingcheng was pulled to the kitchen by Huang Jing and asked, "Ah Cheng, what do you think of Jiang Zhiqiang?" ”

Ye Jingcheng replied without hesitation: "The second ancestor is one." ”

"No, I'm asking if I can get him to help put our film on Broadway?" Huang Jing hurriedly corrected.

Ye Jingcheng asked rhetorically: "Look at his declining appearance, do you think his family will listen to his opinion?" ”

In fact, Huang Jing and Jiang Zhiqiang are not familiar with each other, the other party knew Chen Baishen because of betting on horses, and then he met such a person through Chen Baishen, and he raised his feet in favor of Ye Jingcheng's evaluation.

Huang Jing was speechless for a while, and the answer didn't need to be said at all. With Jiang Zhiqiang's current character, let alone letting his family listen to his opinions, maybe he doesn't even have the right to intervene in the business of the cinema.

"So what now? This drama will be filmed in two or three days, so you can't keep dragging it out, right? Huang Jing looked very anxious. He also suggested: "Why don't we admit low authority with Aunt Six first, let this drama be released first, and as for the dividends of the last play, wait for Uncle Six to come back?" ”

Regarding the content of Ye Jingcheng's conversation with Fang Yihua in the morning, Huang Jing knew about it through the phone, so he was anxious to find a way to solve the problem, and even put his hope on a loser like Jiang Zhiqiang.

If there is really no other way, there is no choice but to apologize to Fang Yihua. After all, people are under the eaves, how can they not bow their heads.

"You're telling me a joke? That eighth woman clearly wants to swallow the dividends of our last play. Now the other way around, you want me to admit my mistakes? I'm not cheap enough yet. ”

Ye Jingcheng didn't believe that Fang Yihua's words were just a joke, since she said it, it proved that she had this idea, and she dared to do it, which proved that she was not afraid of Shao Yifu to blame when he came back.

What's more, Shao Yifu's position is unknown, and things may not get better when he comes back.

"I'll take care of this matter, don't worry about what you hear in the last few days." Ye Jingcheng had a very tough attitude and did not refute Huang Jing at all.

He already had a rough plan for this. Now just waiting for the other party's next move, if he guessed correctly, it would be a good opportunity.

The two were in no mood for this matter, and they stopped playing mahjong after they came out. After sitting in the hall for half an hour, there was not a word on the topic, Ye Jingcheng simply took Zhong Chuhong back first.

In the car, Zhong Chuhong leaned on Ye Jingcheng's shoulder and asked, "Ah Cheng, you kept your face black just now, did Brother Jing tell you something?" ”

"Old problem, that Fang Yihua not only wants to delay the release date of the film, but now he also wants to swallow the dividends of my last play." Ye Jingcheng did not hide it.

"Isn't it! So excessive? Zhong Chuhong was not angry, the overseas box office of a film is at least several times that of the box office of Benfu. In other words, Fang Yihua's current move, Ye Jingcheng's dividends of at least three or four million have been evaporated.

Ye Jingcheng looked gloomy and didn't want to talk about this topic anymore, so he said: "Don't talk about this, are you hungry?" ”

"Hungry, but... I'm afraid of fat. ”

Zhong Chuhong was a little embarrassed, she was not a picky eater, and this habit caused a result, that is, her appetite was better than that of ordinary people. In the past, Zhong Chuhong did not have this condition, but now she basically has three meals for breakfast, lunch and dinner, plus a lot of supper.

Ye Jingcheng glanced at her meaningfully, when the other party was about to swing his pink fist. Hurriedly asked the driver to stop at the supper street not far from home, found a nearby food stall to sit down, and ordered a few dishes to cope with the stomach.

Ye Jingcheng couldn't raise his appetite, so he simply ordered half a dozen beers, and watched Zhong Chuhong eat while drinking. Zhong Chuhong has a rude appearance, but in his opinion, it is so pleasing to the eye.

"What are you looking at?" Seeing Ye Jingcheng with a lewd smile on his face, Zhong Chuhong asked.

"Look at the pretty girl."

These words made Zhong Chuhong feel very unnatural, and after eating a few more bites of food, Zhong Chuhong put down his chopsticks and said, "Ha! You still watch, see if I don't eat anymore. ”

Ye Jingcheng winked at her and said, "Then don't eat it, I'll add some nutrition to you when I go back." ”

"You!" Zhong Chuhong immediately remembered the ridiculous thing she did in the company last time, and that kind of 'nutrition' was not uncommon for her. So he doesn't bother to pay attention to your expression, and then lowers his head and continues to eat.

After eating supper, Ye Jingcheng paid the bill and left. The two walked slowly in the moonlight hand in hand, but before the two of them had gone far, Zhong Chuhong let out: "Oops." ”

Ye Jingcheng turned his head sideways and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"It's nothing, my heel is broken." Zhong Chuhong muttered.

"Heels?"

Ye Jingcheng glanced down and found that Zhong Chuhong's feet were high and low. I have been thinking about it today, but I didn't notice that Zhong Chuhong was wearing high heels.

"Don't you hate wearing high heels the most? Excited today? Ye Jingcheng asked.

"What's your business?" Zhong Chuhong pursed his lips. What's so strange about her wearing high heels as a woman? Or can Zheng Wenya wear these high heels, but she can't wear them?

Immediately, Ye Jingcheng ran to the front and squatted down, beckoned his hands back and signaled, "Come on." ”

"Why?" Zhong Chuhong looked inexplicable.

"Carry you, or do you like me to hold you?"

"I'm not unusual." Zhong Chuhong tilted his head for a few seconds, then took off his high heels, walked up embarrassedly, and then hugged the other party's neck tightly.

It's just that this action caused Ye Jingcheng to cough for a while, and then complained: "Ahem, cough... Auntie, you have a little strength, this is the rhythm that wants to tie me to death? ”

Zhong Chuhong hated so much that he didn't knock the high heels on the other party's head, this dead man's head knows how to create an atmosphere, and he knows how to destroy the atmosphere.

"Drive-drive-" Along the way, Zhong Chuhong unceremoniously raised his slap and slapped it on the horse's fart, urging the horse to run faster.