In the car, Zhang Ye drove the car out of the community with a throttle, and then turned his head to Yan Mei in the co-pilot and said, "Sometimes, I feel sorry for my wife. I usually prepare the meals and pick up the chopsticks. I have to go out immediately if I call and make an urgent matter. Sometimes I really want to give up the pick and rest for half a year, but there is no way. We are just in this industry, how can we rest? The audience doesn't want it anymore? The job is not needed? The fans don't want it anymore? How many people are waiting for you, how many people point at you for dinner? Can you ignore it? You have to get up even if you are paralyzed!"

Yan Mei sighed and said, "I may be a little better than you. I don't have that much work, but sometimes I am really busy and often can't go home on business trips."

Zhang Ye asked, "Old Yan, are you single?"

Yan Mei smiled and said, "I'm alone now. The previous marriage ended because of mutual understanding at work. So before retirement, I don't plan to get married."

The atmosphere is a bit heavy.

The two of them felt resentful.

Zhang Ye was driving the car and suddenly said to himself:

"I have thought that I have been sentimental to damage my Brahmacharya."

"I'm afraid I'll leave the city when I enter the mountain."

"How can you get the two laws in the world?"

"I will never let you down."

Yan Mei was silent, and her heart was touched by this poem!

The cameraman also took a deep breath.

"Director Zhang."

"Um?"

"I'll ask you for a mourning treasure."

"What kind of mobao?"

"It's just this poem."

"Okay, I'll write it back and find someone to send it to you."

"Thanks."
Chapter completed!