Wen Zhao: "..."
"Yes, yes, you're the best driver. But you've been drinking, so you can't drive. How about you drive next time when you're not drinking?" Wen Zhao said, reaching out to pull Pei Zeyan out.
"Yes!" Pei Zeyan suddenly nodded emphatically, "You can't drive when you're drunk! You'll get arrested by the police!"
Wen Zhao: "..."
"Yes, he'll be taken away." Wen Zhao tried to pull Pei Zeyan out again, and this time Pei Zeyan didn't resist and obediently let Wen Zhao out.
However, being drunk, he was limp and weak, unable to stand steadily. After getting out of the car, he collapsed into Wen Zhao's arms, all his strength pressing down on Wen Zhao, as if he had passed out.
Wen Zhao: "..."
"Knowing you can't hold your liquor, you still dared to drink so much. You'll drink yourself to death!" Wen Zhao muttered under his breath, then opened the back door and placed Pei Zeyan on the back seat.
On the drive back to the hotel, Wen Zhao received a call from his assistant Jiangjiang, " Brother Zhao, Yangyang just said he didn't pick up Pei Zeyan. Is Pei Zeyan with you?"
Wen Zhao glanced at Pei Zeyan, who was now fast asleep, in the rearview mirror, sighed helplessly, and said with a "hmm," "He's had too much to drink. I'm afraid he'll cause trouble later, so let him stay here with me tonight."
"Okay, then I'll tell Yangyang." After saying that, Assistant Jiangjiang hung up the phone.
Yangyang, who was standing right next to Jiangjiang, had a complicated expression. She looked at Jiangjiang and asked weakly, "Something feels off to me."
"What's strange about it?" Jiangjiang asked, puzzled.
"Isn't your Brother Zhao a little too nice to our Brother Zeyan?" Yangyang asked timidly. "I feel like it's gone too far."
He accompanied Pei Zeyan during night shoots every day, gave him his own RV to rest in, took care of him when he was drunk, and even provided him with three meals a day.
Jiangjiang looked at Yangyang with amusement, "Yeah, that's a bit too much! Then think about why you're so nice to your Brother Zeyan out of the blue?"
"Huh?" Yangyang was a little confused. "What does that mean?"
Jiangjiang chuckled softly but didn't say anything, "What do you mean? Figure it out for yourself?"
Yangyang: "???"
*
Pei Zeyan slept soundly the whole way back to the hotel.
I woke up after arriving at the hotel.
Not only did I wake up, but I also felt invigorated.
While Wen Zhao was merely washing her hands in the bathroom, Pei Zeyan was already having a blast in the living room all by himself.
He took off his hoodie and started swinging it wildly in his hands, accompanied by exaggerated dance moves, acting like he was on steroids.
Wen Zhao: "..."
"Music!" Pei Zeyan ordered Wen Zhao.
Wen Zhao: "???"
Wen Zhao didn't move, Pei Zeyan said again, "Let's have some music! Music!"
Wen Zhao: "..."
really...
Wen Zhao rubbed his forehead, his face full of helplessness.
He knew things wouldn't settle down so easily.
Wen Zhao took out her phone, played an upbeat song for Pei Zeyan, then walked over to the sofa, sat down, leaned back, adjusted her posture to find the most comfortable position, and quietly enjoyed Pei Zeyan's performance.
It's really... an eyesore!
After dancing to about three songs, Pei Zeyan finally got a little tired.
He swayed and sat down next to Wen Zhao Wen Zhao, asking, "I... I danced well, didn't I!?"
Wen Zhao: "..."
"Not bad, quite... energetic." Wen Zhao forced a compliment, her lips curving slightly.
Pei Zeyan his hand. "You don't know, I have a friend who's an amazing dancer!"