Chapter 220 Is this cat for sale?
In just one day, Song Qingyou became acquainted with several makeup artists of the crew.
The next morning she came to the set with the cat in her arms, and they offered to help take care of Zhizhi while she was filming.
Song Qingyou fed the cat, and responded, "Then I will trouble some of you then."
"No trouble." The woman in charge of Song Qingyou's makeup waved her hand and picked up the makeup brushes on the table.
"Qingyou, have you had breakfast yet?"
"have eaten."
"Then you got up quite early, none of us have breakfast yet, and we plan to eat nearby later."
After finishing speaking, she lowered her voice again: "Actually, you don't need to come here so early. Let me see. There is still more than an hour before the filming starts. Would you like to just squint in the dressing room?"
Song Qingyou knew that the other party was talking about Zhong Jiayin and would definitely be late.
Even Zhu Jiao, and other leading actors did the same.
"Let's talk after putting on makeup."
The makeup artist nodded, and after asking Song Qingyou's opinion on the makeup, she quickly started working, and habitually mixed in a few words of praise during the period.
After putting on the makeup, the makeup artist admired it for a while before saying:
"There is a recliner in the dressing room and a blanket. Would you like to rest for a while? I don't think anyone will come in so early..."
Song Qingyou recently filmed during the day and went to the theater to rehearse plays in the evening. Of course it would be great to have time to rest.
It's just that not long after she lay down with the cat in her arms, someone came over.
"Why is the door of the dressing room still closed? Go and open it for me."
The voice coming from outside was obviously Zhong Jiayin's voice.
It was her assistant who came to answer the door.
Before the two came in, Zhu Jiao quickly walked over.
"Sister Zhong, here is the vegetable porridge you want."
Zhong Jiayin raised her hand and touched the porridge bowl, "The temperature is wrong, it's too cold, drink it yourself! Xiao Zhao, go and buy me another one."
"yes."
The new assistant opened the door and left without delay.
Zhu Jiao held the still warm porridge, and couldn't help but say, "But Sister Zhong, this porridge is still hot..."
"You can drink it yourself when it's hot! What nonsense?"
Zhong Jiayin cast a disdainful look at her, walked straight into the dressing room, and then saw Song Qingyou who was lying down and sleeping.
Song Qingyou was holding a short-haired cat on her belly.
As soon as she looked over, the cat raised its head vigilantly.
Mingming looks soft and cute, but his eyes are like a beast, as if anyone has the slightest disadvantage to Song Qingyou, it will pounce on him.
Of course, what attracted Zhong Jiayin the most was those dark green cat pupils.
Eyes with such a beautiful color, she seems to...where have she seen them?
Before Zhong Jiayin could recall, Zhu Jiao who was behind her had already given the porridge to her assistant, and hurriedly followed.
Seeing Zhong Jiayin's eyes fell on Song Qingyou's cat, and her brows were still frowning, Zhu Jiao tentatively asked:
"Does Miss Zhong not like cats and dogs?"
Zhong Jiayin raised his eyebrows, but did not answer.
To her, it doesn't really matter.
Zhu Jiao only regarded Zhong Jiayin as her acquiescence, so she clicked her tongue in disgust:
"Actually, I don't like it very much either."
"Some people have to bring their pets with them when filming, and I don't know if they take the rest of the crew seriously."
"In case someone is accidentally scratched or bitten by a cat—"
Before Zhu Jiao finished speaking, Song Qingyou sat up at some point, and continued:
"The first one must be you, Ms. Zhu."
"Didn't Ms. Zhu herself say, 'careless'?"
Song Qingyou looked down at Zhizhi, "And my family seems to hate you very much."
As if to cooperate with Song Qingyou, Zhu Jiao watched the cat on her lap staring at her closely. The round cat pupils were not cute at all, and her back felt chills from staring straight at her.
Zhu Jiao took a step back subconsciously, "Sister Zhong, I think this cat is very fierce, why don't you go talk to the director and ask him to drive the cat out of the set!"
Zhong Jiayin sat in front of the dressing table at the door, and glanced at her indifferently:
"If you want to talk about it, you can say it yourself. Everything is about me. Why, do you think you can compare with me?"
She raised her chin slightly and looked at Zhu Jiao's eyes, like a rich daughter looking at a beggar in a slum.
Zhu Jiao dodged her eyes and hesitated: "No, no, I... how can I compare with you..."
"It's good to know." Zhong Jiayin squinted at her, "You talk too much today, I don't want to see you now."
"Yes." Zhu Jiao didn't dare to talk too much. After glaring at Song Qingyou, she closed her mouth and turned to leave.
Song Qingyou was watching the play well, but when Zhu Jiao left, Zhong Jiayin turned to look at her.
"You cat, do you sell it?"
Song Qingyou froze for a moment, then shook her head, "Not for sale."
"You can make a price as you like." Zhong Jiayin was full of confidence, thinking that Song Qingyou would definitely agree.
"Not for sale."
"one million?"
"Not for sale."
"Ten million?"
"Not for sale."
Zhong Jiayin saw that she was not wavering at all, and snorted softly, "Do you know how many cats you can buy with 10 million?"
"After passing this village, there is no such shop. While I am still a little interested in your cat, I allow you to open your mouth!"
Song Qingyou smiled: "Since Mr. Zhong knows that 10 million can buy many cats, then go buy other cats. Even if you pay tens of billions, Zhizhi won't sell them."
"Zhizhi?" Zhong Jiayin's focus shifted instantly, "It's called Zhizhi?"
"Is there any problem?" Song Qingyou asked.
Zhong Jiayin did not answer, but said, "Its eyes are very special in color."
Hearing this, Jiang Zhihan yawned, pretending that he was sleepy, clapped his front paws together, and lay down directly.
Song Qingyou touched his little head, "Although there are few cats with green eyes, they are not without them. If Mr. Zhong likes them, you can buy them."
Zhong Jiayin raised an eyebrow, showing disgust.
She is a good daughter of the Zhong family, so she doesn't want to take care of a cat!
I had a whim just now, but I thought the color of the cat's eyes looked familiar.
Song Qingyou saw that she seemed to just want to get out as soon as she got out, and didn't mean to buy Zhi Zhi, so she put her heart back in her stomach.
The dressing room was quiet for a while, and Zhao Yingnan came in from the outside:
"Qingyou, I heard Sister Li and the others say that you—"
Before she finished speaking, Zhao Yingnan saw another person in the dressing room.
"Mr. Zhong, so you are here."
"Why, I can't come here?" Zhong Jiayin asked lightly, unable to hear any emotion.
Zhao Yingnan quickly explained: "No, I just didn't expect Teacher Zhong to be there, so I was a little surprised."
Zhong Jiayin frowned: "Why are you so nervous? Could it be that I can eat people?"
Zhao Yingnan kept shaking her head, not knowing how to respond.
It was Song Qingyou who helped out and said:
"Sister Yingnan may be worried that you might get angry if she didn't greet Teacher Zhong immediately."
Zhao Yingnan didn't expect Song Qingyou to speak so bluntly. Meeting Zhong Jiayin's gaze, she finally nodded.
Zhong Jiayin sneered: "Do you think I like to be angry?"
(end of this chapter)