Whenever Aunt Ren got up to get food, Xiaoqin would share the shrimp and crab meat with the shells removed, holding her cheeks with a smile, expecting me to eat them all.

"I don't particularly like seafood." I said to her, "You can keep it for yourself."

Xiao Qin showed an extremely disappointed expression.

"But, seafood is very nutritious. Student Ye Lin should bring some oysters back for herself. I heard from Sister Yingran that those things can aphrodisiac."

Why should I eat aphrodisiacs? Am I not strong enough? Didn’t my nuclear mushrooms scare you away last time? I ate so much that my virtual fire increased and I had nowhere to vent. Are you responsible?

Aunt Ren came back after chatting for a while. She heard the word "responsible" at the end of my sentence and frowned:

"What are you talking about, stinky boy? What responsibility does my daughter need to take on you? Even if someone is responsible, you are responsible. I tell you, even if Xiaoqin does something stupid, you are not allowed to bully her. I will do this." Mother will take responsibility for her."

I was scolded by Aunt Ren, and I lowered my head in shame, but thought in my heart:

Aunt Ren, you cannot bear this kind of responsibility. If I were to take responsibility for my sexual desire after eating oysters, a human tragedy would have occurred.

When I got up to get the roast suckling pig (and help Xiao Qin add some seafood), I accidentally ran into Su Qiao who was wearing a green gauze skirt.

Compared with two weeks ago, she looked completely new.

On his oval-shaped face, the yellow skin left behind due to wearing heavy armor and being exposed to the sun disappeared, replaced by a misty, moist and energetic look. Although his hair was not as dark as the squad leader, it was long on the back of his head. Her braids were braided more carefully, and because of her small body, she always lowered her eyebrows when she spoke, giving her a different air of a traditional beauty.

The light green gauze skirt matches her body perfectly. She must have bought it newly in a big shopping mall. This time, she doesn't have to worry about not having anything nice to wear. She can wear a sweater on a hot day like last time.

I also noticed that there was a beautiful-looking mobile phone that was worn on her right wrist like a watch. It was more like an ornament than a mobile phone.

The treatment of extra actors and regular actors is indeed different. If my deaf-mute evil monk can have more lines (although it is impossible), I guess I can get more salary.

This happens every time. When Su Qiao meets me, the first thing she says is thank you.

"Mr. Ye, I am here today only because of you..."

I really can't stand it. You are three years older than me, so you are the "sir". I am so used to such a big girl using honorifics to me.

"Mr. Ye's role ends today. It's a pity. Will you come to the set often in the future?"

Whether he will come again in the future... This is worthy of serious consideration. Although he can come to watch Amy's performance and monitor whether Kyle has touched Amy, at the same time, he also has to face Aunt Ren's ubiquitous ridicule. He and Xiaoqin intensified their harassment.

At this time, Su Qiao's cell phone suddenly rang. She raised it to her ear and listened to a few words. Her face, which had been enjoying the buffet with everyone, turned gloomy in an instant.

"Yes, I'm sorry." She apologized to me and said, "I suddenly have something to do, so I may have to leave first."

The person on the other side of the phone may be a big shot, because I found that Su Qiao's expression when listening to the phone was like a palace maid facing the Empress Dowager.

Maybe it was my misunderstanding, but Su Qiao seemed to look at me furtively several times before hanging up the phone, and there was actually a little pity in her eyes.

Am I mistaken? Isn’t it the end of my role? It’s not the end of my life. How can a strong man like me need your mercy? I am a strong man who can destroy five steaks and six plates of fried chicken. Ah, (a strong writer is pronounced as a loser)

When I returned to my seat, I was surprised to find that Xiao Qin and Aunt Ren were missing.

According to the testimony of the original scene animator sitting at the next table: Xiaoqin had a bad stomach because she ate so many sashimi that her mother brought back. When her stomach hurt like crazy, she even shouted:

"I have to wait for classmate Ye Lin to come back. I want classmate Ye Lin to send me to the women's restroom."

Aunt Ren, whose nose was almost twisted with anger, dragged Xiaoqin to the bathroom.

So I have this four-person table to myself for the time being, which is good. Without the pressure brought by Aunt Ren, I can eat more comfortably.

After finishing the barbecue on the plate in a hurry and drinking a glass of apple juice, Xiaoqin and her daughter still didn't come back.

Could it be that there were too many people queuing up in the women's restroom, so I went to other restrooms outside the restaurant? I was bored and got up to find some food.

There was nothing worth taking care of on the seat, only a backpack bought at a street stall. I brought it with me to carry sports drinks for drinking on the road.

So I put my backpack on the seat without any care and carefully selected it in the dining area.

When I returned triumphantly with a bowl full of meat, I unexpectedly ran into Su Qiao again.

She took half a step back as if she was frightened. She put her thin hands on her chest, trembling slightly for some reason.

"Hey, didn't you say you would go back beforehand?" I asked.

Su Qiao didn't dare to look me in the eye, and the moles under her eyes looked even sadder.

"Ye, Mr. Ye, I'm back to get something..."

She hid her right hand behind her back, although I knew she had nothing in her hand except the novel-looking mobile phone.

Su Qiao's strangeness didn't attract my special attention. God knows why a woman is happy one second and unhappy the next. Maybe it's because her period suddenly came and she didn't prepare sanitary napkins.

I subconsciously looked at Su Qiao's lower body. The slightly translucent green skirt did not show any signs of being dyed red. After a while, I realized that my eyes were really salty.

"Mr. Ye, I..." Su Qiao stopped talking.

Hey, there's something wrong with this look. What's going on with this look filled with sadness, self-pity, and torture? Could it be that you're in love? Do you want to confess to me? Don't, the Si in my heart is Bada has just climbed up from the cliff. Don't you think my life is chaotic enough?

After a lot of inner struggle, Su Qiao turned her face away and walked away from me with deep apology, without even saying goodbye.

Why bother? Love is so boring. You should cherish your acting career and never fall in love with someone you shouldn't love.

After returning to their seats, Aunt Ren and Xiao Qin were still missing. A group of art workers at the next table were already drunk. The original original painter sister, who was quite serious, held up a glass of draft beer with red eyes. complain:

"...At that time, that bastard comic editor told me: Your character's personality is too bright, add a dozen shadows of childhood to him,,, I was so angry that I slammed the table and said: 'Fuck you,'"

I couldn't help but chuckle, recalling Su Qiao's hesitant attitude, and I couldn't help but have the illusion that I had suddenly become popular with girls.

It is said that "women become more and more beautiful as they grow older." Could it be that I, a young man in my prime, am becoming more and more handsome as I grow older?

So I took a photo of myself with my phone and looked at it carefully.

Not bad, the sharp edges and tough lines, the evil aura at the corners of the eyes and eyebrows are quite like the male protagonist of an anime, of course he is the male protagonist of an H anime, you know.

If I didn't suddenly become handsome, then why did Su Qiao show interest in me? It's not like Xiao Qin, who bullied me as a bully for many years and developed a dependence on bullying me...

Suddenly, I noticed that there was a circle of broken tea leaves scattered on the floor under the broken backpack where I carried sports drinks.

What was this? I was a little surprised, but I didn’t take it seriously. I thought it fell from the next table.

I didn't wait until Aunt Ren and her daughter came back until my stomach became round. I only had a text message from Xiaoqin's mobile phone:

"Go home alone. Xiaoqin's stomach hurts from eating fresh food, so I'll take her back first."

Judging by the tone, it was Aunt Ren who took her daughter’s cell phone and sent me a text message.

After I had eaten and drank enough, I picked up my backpack and looked around at the crew I had worked with for a short time. My feelings were quite complicated, so I walked out of the restaurant and started on my way to the subway station.

After coming out of the movie city, it still took about 10 minutes to get to the subway station. I opened Taobao on my mobile phone out of boredom and checked the online store news while walking, for fear that I would see "cilantro stuffed buns" posting negative reviews about original underwear.

When I was about to enter the subway entrance, I saw two plainclothes policemen standing guard there regardless of the weather. I knew that they were from the anti-narcotics brigade and were dedicated to preventing suspicious persons from returning to the city with drugs from Dongshan Film and Television City.

Unlike the anti-pornography brigade, I still have respect for the anti-drug police. They can be said to be fighting on the front line of people's property safety, fighting to the death against the most vicious drug traffickers.

So I raised my hand and gave them a soft military salute to express my goodwill.

Unexpectedly, these two people looked at each other, walked over to me with serious faces, and stopped me.

"Young man, please open your backpack, we need to check it."

Hey, I am not committing a crime by saluting. Even if my posture is not standard, I cannot be arrested for this reason.

Or is it because my eyes are evil and I don't look like a good person? Even if you are anti-narcotics policemen who are under great pressure, you can't wrongly accuse me just because I look like this.

I hid my backpack behind me, straightened my back and said:

"Hey, I'm a good law-abiding citizen. If you doubt me and hurt my innocent young mind, what should I do? If I find something, I'll admit it. If nothing is found, will you apologize to me?"

Perhaps it was because the anti-narcotics police rarely encountered such brutal inspection targets. One of them showed me the police identification and said expressionlessly:

"We received an anonymous report saying that a person like you would pass by with drugs. Please cooperate with our work."

I couldn't help laughing.

"You also believe in other people's pranks, and even drugs. I don't even smoke."

To prove that I was completely innocent, I unzipped my backpack and showed them.

"Look, there are no drugs anywhere. It's not just a half-drunk bottle of sports drink..."

Oh,oh,oh,oh,oh,oh,oh,,,,,,,,,,.

What is this package of stuff that looks like tobacco and tea in a sealed bag? I don’t remember that I brought this stuff.
Chapter completed!