morning.

It's past eleven o'clock.

Zhang Ye was still lying flat on Wu Qiuqing's legs. His shoes were taken off, his legs were raised and he was slamming. He was holding his cell phone on the ground, and was brushing his face in a thin place. He put his head to the left side. After being tired, he lifted his neck up again. His neck, ears and face were soft and soft, which was much more comfortable than lying on a pillow. Zhang Ye's eyes narrowed into a gap.

It's so beautiful!

That's how it's so delicious!

Old Wu kept talking to him.

"The smog matter is almost over."

"Um."

"But you still have to keep a low profile for the time being. There are too many people offended and it takes time to digest it."

"It's okay, I've been mentally prepared for this for a long time."

"The policies have been relatively strict recently. You should pay attention to whether you write poetry or novels. It is best not to involve too pessimistic things in your works, and you should not bring words such as "death" and "killing"."

"New regulations?"

"It's not out yet, it's almost done."

"Okay, I get it."

"Is Ning Lan your friend?"

"Ah? You think so, you know."

"Her new scene was completed and reported to the trial, but it was not approved. Several shots were not in compliance with the rules."

"What should I do?"

"They have been notified to delete it."

It’s basically all Wu Zeqing saying that Zhang Ye is listening. Many celebrity entertainment companies don’t know about it. Zhang Ye can know first-hand news in advance. This kind of treatment is probably the only one in the entire entertainment industry.

As he listened, Zhang Ye was tired of lying on his head and changed his position again. This time he blinked his eyes, turned his head toward Lao Wu's belly, and his body also turned. Now, his face just faced the mouth of Lao Wu's cheongsam's skirt, and his eyelashes shook reflexively, touching the fabric at the mouth of the skirt, which was so close.

Heartbeat bang bang bang bang bang.

He was breathing faster.

At this time, he felt that Lao Wu moved for a moment, and then Lao Wu's long hair spilled on his ears and side face, which was quite itchy.

Old Wu lowered his head and said, "Okay, it's time to cook."

Zhang Ye said: "Don't worry, I'll lie down for a while."

Old Wu didn't say anything.

This made Zhang Ye even more courageous.

After lying for about five minutes, Zhang Ye had enough of it. He got up from her lap, sat on the sofa and sucked his hot nose, feeling a little angry.

Wu Zeqing stood up gently, "Wash your hands and wait for food."

Zhang Ye said: "I'll help you?"

"No." Old Wu went to the kitchen to work hard.

The kitchen is open, just on the first floor, and Zhang Ye didn't move his eyes away. He simply turned his direction and leaned on the sofa, looking at Lao Wu who was busy without blinking. He hadn't seen him for some days. Zhang Ye really missed her very much, and felt that he couldn't see enough. After looking at his face, his hands, his legs, his legs, and his feet, he looked up at her hair after looking at her. He felt that every part of Lao Wu's body was so beautiful.

I like it!

I really want to marry it home!

Zhang Ye thought that he asked Lao Wu last year, otherwise they would get married next year. Lao Wu did not refuse, and this year was next year. His mind suddenly became moving again. A woman like Wu Zeqing would definitely not be able to find her in her life by playing with a lantern. If she didn't hold on tight, don't fly the duck she got? Although Wu Zeqing is a little older than him and is an official, Zhang Ye is now a first-line star, and he has many identities, as an associate professor at Communication University, an associate professor at Peking University, a poet, writer, a famous host, a famous program director, a famous planner, a famous crosstalk actor, and so on. It should still be a perfect match, right?

The only thing is that the nature of the work is somewhat conflicting.

Zhang Ye is from the entertainment industry.

And Lao Wu happens to be in charge of the entertainment industry.

There are really many questions in this. Can radio and television allow it? Can Lao Wu’s family agree? Just say Lao Wu herself, can she agree?

Zhang Ye didn't know anything, he was confused.

Can it work?

Can't it work?

Can it work?

His heart was churning for a long time.

Suddenly, I smelled the fragrance from my nose and found that the dish had been served.

Wu Zeqing smiled and said, "Okay, let's eat."

When Zhang Ye saw it, he walked up, "It looks delicious!"

"Try it." Old Wu unbuttoned his apron and put it on the back of the chair, and the person sat down, "I don't eat the waist flowers often and rarely make them. How about trying it."

Zhang Ye picked up a chopstick, and it got hot. He whispered for a long time, "Huh, it's delicious!"

This cooking skill is amazing!

Why is it so delicious?

These days when his parents went to Hainan, Zhang Ye had been ordering takeout, or just cooked a bag of instant noodles by himself, which made him lose interest in eating recently and had no appetite for anything. But today, after eating a bite of the dish fried by Lao Wu, Zhang Ye almost burst into tears, and it was so delicious!

He swallowed it for a moment, and while eating, he muttered: "It's delicious! Um... so delicious! The squirrel mandarin is delicious too! Huh... so fragrant!"

Wu Zeqing smiled gently, "Eat slowly."

"I can't wait." Zhang Ye didn't listen, and he ate faster and faster. Finally, he found that he was almost full. As a result, Lao Wu had not eaten a few bites. "You eat too, Lao Wu."

"Okay." Wu Zeqing was eating slowly.

Zhang Ye sighed and said, "How great would it be if I could eat this craft every day."

Old Wu chewed it slowly and said, "You can come and eat it normally."

Zhang Ye looked at her, "You are busy at work and I have a lot of things to do. It's not easy to find a day where both of us have time. And even when we are all fine, I'm embarrassed to run to your house every day. What should I do if my neighbors run into each other? What do you say if your relatives and friends come to visit?"

Speaking of this, a strong desire suddenly rose.

Zhang Ye looked at him with certain eyes, and he picked up a chopstick and put it in Lao Wu's bowl. He didn't know where the courage came from, and suddenly said, "Old Wu, why don't we get married."

Wu Zeqing was stunned and smiled.

Zhang Ye asked, "Is it OK?"

Wu Zeqing said: "Are you proposing?"

"Ahem, yes." Zhang Ye said.

She pointed to the waist flower in the bowl with chopsticks, "The first time I saw someone who proposed to marry a waist flower."

Hearing this, Zhang Ye was extremely embarrassed!

People propose marriage, or diamond rings, or roses. No matter how bad it is, like in the movie, they can still fool them with a can, right? Zhang Ye is so good, he dares to propose marriage with a piece of waist! In fact, this guy didn't think so much, nor did he prepare so much. He remembered that he was the one who came out, and although he was usually smart, he was actually a very different person when he encountered such a thing.

"That, then..." Zhang Ye smiled awkwardly and didn't know what to say. Now he went to buy a ring before coming back? It was too late!

Wu Zeqing didn't say anything.

Zhang Ye was upset in his heart.

Old Wu lowered his head to eat, added up the waist and put it into his mouth, chewed it, swallowed it, and then took another bite of rice. Soon, Wu Zeqing looked up at him.

She said calmly: "Okay."

Zhang Ye was stunned, "Ah? What's the best?"

She said: "Didn't you propose?"

Zhang Ye said in surprise: "Yes."

Wu Zeqing said, "I agreed."

Oops hey!

You agreed!?

Zhang Ye felt the blood in his body rolling up suddenly. He took his little finger and said in disbelief: "Old Wu, do you say it again?"

Old Wu smiled, "I agreed."

Zhang Ye slapped the chopsticks on the table, and he didn't know what to say!

He was really on a whim today and did not have any purpose of anything. He just had such a strong idea in his heart, so he said that if he had some preparation, he would not dare to propose to a piece of waistcoat. But he never expected that Old Wu would agree! At this moment, even Zhang Ye's mouth that could make a dead person live was turned off for a moment and could not be expressed in words!

Hahahahahaha!

It's done!

The proposal was successful!

Who said that you have to give roses when you propose?
Chapter completed!