"What's wrong?" When he returned home, Zhong Yibin was still in a bad mood and stuck to Chu Qin and refused to let go. Chu Qin dragged the big plaster on his back to wash his hands and face, and then dragged him into the kitchen, asking him while cutting vegetables.

It rained lightly today, and it was not that hot, but it was a little damp. Chu Qin thought of stewing a chowder soup to drink. Sitting by the rainy window and drinking the hot soup, it must be very comfortable.

Zhong Yibin buried his nose on Chu Qin's shoulder and said in a muffled voice, "Did I have been flirting with flowers outside before?"

Chu Qin piled the chopped lotus roots and potatoes into a large glass bowl, turned his head slightly, and rubbed his face with the big guy on his shoulder, "What's wrong? Is anyone annoyed you?"

After hearing this statement, Zhong Yibin became even more nervous. Will his "other lovers" go to the company to get entangled? "No, just... the one who notified the paparazzi was a young woman..."

Although the manager of the media public relations department later said that he was nonsense and that the president had always been a self-disciplined person, he felt it was untrustworthy. The subordinates said so only when he saw that he was unhappy.

Chu Qin was silent for a moment and sneered: "I know who it is."

"Who?" Zhong Yibin asked nervously, pulling his shoulders.

Chu Qin did not speak, lowered his head to cut the meat. The frozen pork belly was sliced ​​thinly, thrown into a hot pan, making a stinging sound of oil refining.

"Chu Qin!" Zhong Yibin held his hand cutting vegetables, pulled the knife away, and asked him to turn around and look at him, wanting to say something, but he didn't know what to say. If there were really something difficult to face in the past, he must also know that Chu Qin could not let him be fooled by the white-faced manner.

When Chu Qin saw his painful eyes, he felt distressed. When he raised some people, he got angry and forgot that this was an amnesia-lost second cake. He stood on tiptoe and kissed his tightly pursed lips: "Silly, if you dare to mess with flowers, I would have swept you out."

After hearing this, Zhong Yibin suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. After a day of care, he finally put his heart back in his stomach. He pouted aggrievedly: "Don't scare me in the future."

Chu Qin grinned, reached out to pinch his face, and pinched the pouted pig's mouth into a chicken's mouth: "Our Erbian is so handsome, some people always don't give up."

"The meat is floating!" Zhong Xiaoji raised her chin in the oil pan, and the smell of burnt appeared in the pan.

Chu Qin quickly let him go and fry the meat. Zhong Yibin automatically consciously put it on Chu Qin's back again. Chu Qin was a little helpless, but he also let him paste it, picking out the fried oil residue, sprinkling a little salt, and twisting a piece to hand it to the big head on his shoulder.

Zhong Yibin opened his mouth happily, ate the fried oil residue, and licked the slender fingertips: "It smells so good!" The rich children had never eaten the residue left over from this lard refining, and felt it was very fresh.

"In the past, you liked to come over to cook, just to eat this." Chu Qin smiled slightly, fry all the ingredients through oil, throw them into the pot and add water and seasonings, cover the pot and simmer over low heat, and drag the big plaster on his back to the living room to rest.

It was raining outside, and it was a tendency to get heavier and heavier. The entire city was shrouded in the lead-gray sky, looking lonely and cold. Only the warm body temperature around me can make people feel at ease.

"Who is it? Even my mother, you should tell me." Zhong Yibin asked relentlessly, pulling one of Chu Qin's legs over, putting them on his legs and pinching them slowly. He stopped recording the program for an afternoon, and his legs often felt sore and sometimes swollen.

"I guess it was Zhou Zimeng." Chu Qin pursed his lips and finally said the name. When they went to Shengshi to play, only those people knew about it, and the rest were there, and only Zhou Zimeng left early. Besides, she had not done such a thing before.

When Chu Qin saw the group of people on the first day, he could tell that Zhou Zimeng liked Zhong Yibin and was full of hostility towards him. He used to think that it was the little girl's jealousy and didn't take it seriously. When he was really angry, he mentioned it to Zhong Yibin. He didn't believe it, and thought it was because he was too careless. Over time, Chu Qin didn't like to talk about his friends in front of Zhong Yibin.

"Why did she do this?" Zhong Yibin frowned slightly because he didn't remember these friends. He was wary of these people from the bottom of his heart, and immediately saw that they were unfriendly to Chu Qin. Among those friends, Zhou Zimeng was the one with the most hostility towards Chu Qin.

"I just guess, you can check it yourself, after all, she is your friend..." Chu Qin didn't like to have resentment towards Zhong Yibin when one day he recovered his memory. It would be better for him to see it clearly by himself. He got up and prepared to go and see the pot, but Zhong Yibin pulled it into his arms and hugged it.

"If you don't like, just tell me directly. Nothing is more important than you." Zhong Yibin's voice was a little low and dumb. Those people and things that had no memories were not important to him at all.

Chu Qin was stunned for a moment, and slowly reached out and hugged him, "Yes." It was because he was narrow-minded. If he didn't like it, he just didn't like it. Zhong Yibin was his boyfriend, so he should stand with him and be polite, but he would push people out.

The sour soup of the chowder was cooked. The thick paste soup was filled with fried lotus root, fried potatoes, vermicelli, pork belly, and vegetable leaves. Two bowls were served, a few drops of balsamic vinegar, and a little sesame oil. It was extremely delicious. Zhong Yibin didn't raise his head. After eating, he ran to the kitchen to take the pot and add a bowl to Chu Qin.

With the fried steamed bun slices, Zhong Yibin ate three bowls of soup before he could barely put it down. After eating, he happily washed the pot and bowl. When Chu Qin got the fruit after the meal, he remembered that he forgot to stop him from doing housework.

With the general direction, it was easy to check. Zhong Yibin asked someone to adjust the surveillance outside Shengshi Huange. He saw that Zhou Zimeng did not take the bus directly after leaving the door, but stood there for a while and headed east. There was a public telephone booth about two hundred meters east.

"Check the operator of the Weibo marketing account and ask him to come out and talk." Zhong Yibin narrowed his eyes. Zhou Zimeng wanted to clean up, so this marketing account could not be let go. Several marketing accounts on the Internet about gossip about entertainment circles are all insiders and are basically under the control of major entertainment companies. Therefore, they only report some scraps, but this "entertainment circle pickpocket" has no connection with Shengshi.

"This, you have to find the senior executives of the old ladies to investigate. Otherwise, say hello to whom?" Secretary Jin looked at the public relations manager who looked embarrassed and rescued him.

Jiulang is the operating company of Weibo. Zhong Yibin has connections. In the past, Zhong Yibin came forward to checking information. But the problem is that he doesn't remember who the connection is now. After hesitating for a while, he can only call his elder brother.
Chapter completed!