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After Yu Muhuai’s filming was completed, the crew had a dinner party as usual. Su Rong gave people the impression that she was always warm and generous. So this time was no exception. Luo Hongqing had just said that they would have supper together, and she had taken on the task of paying the bill. She even asked the extras present to go with them.

It was impossible for a large group of people to go to a high-end restaurant.

However, grilled meat was not bad either.

Looking at the grill on the red smokeless charcoal and the sizzling pork belly, Song Qingyou decisively put down her phone and picked up her chopsticks.

“You want some, Qingyou?” Fu Chen, who was in charge of barbecuing, glanced at her.

Song Qingyou looked confused, as if she was saying, “I’m already sitting here, why aren’t I eating?”

Then, she followed Fu Chen’s gaze and looked at Zhong Jiayin.

In front of Zhong Jiayin was a pot of grass, no, vegetables.

“It’s okay, I’m not afraid of getting fat.” Song Qingyou instantly understood.

“Then you have to eat more. My barbecue skills are not bad.”

Fu Chen said as he cut the meat smaller with a pair of scissors.

Song Qingyou took a few bites. “Delicious!”

Her praise attracted Zhong Jiayin’s attention.

Song Qingyou picked up a piece of meat. “Sister Jiayin, do you want to eat a few pieces? It’s really delicious.”

Zhong Jiayin looked at the salad in front of her indignantly and rolled her eyes at her.

“Don’t be arrogant! Don’t you still have to record a variety show tomorrow? I’ll see what you can do when you get fatter in front of the camera!”

Song Qingyou smiled. “So Sister Jiayin cares about me so much. She knows that 1 have to record a show tomorrow. Don’t worry, 1 won’t gain weight so easily.” “Who cares about you?” Zhong Jiayin snorted. “You’re delusional!”

When the two of them talked like this before, the crew would think that they didn’t get along and that their relationship was bad.

However, ever since Zhong Jiayin posted that “openly criticizing and secretly praising” Weibo post, everyone in the production team had gotten used to them talking like that.

Even Shu Ling only smiled from the side, not having the slightest intention of defending her boss.

“But 1 only told Director Luo that I’m going to record a show tomorrow. Sis Jiayin doesn’t care about me, so how would she know?”

“Of course 1 have my ways.” Zhong Jiayin lifted her chin, her face full of pride.

Song Qingyou had always treated her like a child, so she didn’t think much of her answer. She thought that Zhong Jiayin had asked Director Luo about it, but she didn’t want to admit it.

As the conversation grew louder, the table became livelier.

Song Qingyou fed her cat a few pieces of meat before remembering that she hadn’t seen Yu Muhuai since Zhizhi had taken the seat next to her.

“Where’s Yu Muhuai? Shouldn’t he be sitting at the same table as us?”

“He went to sit with the assistant director.” Shu Ling pointed Song Qingyou in a direction.

“He’s not angry, is he?” Song Qingyou glanced at the person toasting the assistant director.

“It’s not that bad. Muhuai doesn’t look that petty.” Fu Chen handed the barbecue stick to Zhao Yingnan. “But Qingyou, your cat is quite domineering. He won’t give up any spot he likes.”

“Maybe he’s used to sitting next to me,” Song Qingyou said with a smile.

“The last time it saw you about to jump into the water, it rushed up. Today, you and Muhuai were going to shoot a kissing scene. It might have thought that Muhuai wanted to bite you…ln that case, it’s quite protective of its master.”

Fu Chen pinched his chin. “I heard from a friend that his cat doesn’t like to talk to him. Your cat has a good personality.”

“Zhizhi is more clingy, but he doesn’t want me to hug him or play with him. He just wants to follow me wherever I go…”

When Song Qingyou talked about cats, she naturally became more talkative.

On the other side, the assistant director couldn’t handle so many people trying to persuade him to drink, so he used the excuse of going to the bathroom.

Yu Muhuai put down his drink glass, declined the people from the production team, and followed him.

When the assistant director came out of the bathroom, he was shocked by Yu Muhuai. His dazed eyes brightened a little.

“So it’s Little Yu. You really scared me to death.”

“Director Li, 1 have something to ask you. Of course, it’s fine if you don’t answer.”

“What is it?” The assistant director urged, “If you have something to say, say it quickly.”

“I saw that you spoke to Director Luo for today’s scene, and Director Luo said that he wanted to change the scene. It shouldn’t be the scriptwriter who contacted you, right?”

“Why are you asking this?” The assistant director was puzzled. “It’s just a small change. It’s not a big deal…”

“I’m just curious who wanted to change it. Was it an investor?”

The assistant director shook his head. “That’s not the case. If we’re talking about investors, isn’t Little Song one of them?”

“That’s-”

“Hey, I’m only telling you. Don’t tell anyone else.”

The assistant director reeked of alcohol as he moved closer.

Yu Muhuai held his breath.

“Let me tell you, actually… Mr. Jiang’s assistant is a big shot. Our production team can’t afford to offend him…I don’t know how Mr. Jiang knew what the crew was filming. I think he must have spies. Maybe he’s been watching Xiao Song all this time…”

“What does this mean? This meant that President Jiang’s relationship with Xiao Song is definitely not ordinary! Perhaps the two of them are in a relationship now! Little Song’s future is boundless…”

The assistant director rambled on for a long time. In the end, he kept repeating that he could not tell anyone about this.

Yu Muhuai lowered his eyes. His expression was sinister, like a ghost.

The assistant director shivered. “Hiss–why do 1 feel a little cold…? Xiao Yu, I’m leaving first!”

Ten minutes later, Yu Muhuai came back from the bathroom.

It just so happened that Shu Ling went to talk to Zhao Yingnan, and there was an empty seat next to Song Qingyou.

He took his bowl and walked over.

“Do you mind if I sit here?”

Song Qingyou shook her head and looked up to see his wet fringe. She handed him a tissue.

“Wipe yourself.”

“Why is your hair wet?”

Yu Muhuai smiled. “1 drank too much, so 1 went to wash my face and sober myself up.”

“Sitting at Director Li’s table, we would have to drink a lot.” Song Qingyou nodded in agreement and fed Zhizhi a mouthful of meat.

Yu Muhuai pushed the bowl over. “Aren’t you going to feed me?”

Song Qingyou paused for a moment, then felt that it was nothing, so she picked up the chopsticks and picked up a few slices of meat for him.

But before the meat could be placed in the other person’s bowl, the cat on the left chair suddenly jumped up. Song Qingyou loosened her grip and the meat fell onto the dining table.

She turned to look at the culprit.

The latter meowed coquettishly, and Song Qingyou immediately lost interest in pursuing the matter.

Zhizhi was just a cat. How could he know what he could touch and what he couldn’t?

Song Qingyou had no choice but to apologize to Yu Muhuai.

“I’m sorry. Zhizhi probably thought that the meat 1 picked up was for him, so…” “I’m fine.” Yu Muhuai smiled. “1 won’t be angry at a cat, but you can’t spoil a pet too much. Otherwise, it’ll be too naughty and cause trouble.”

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“You’re right.”

However, Zhizhi shouldn’t be counted as a “naughty” pet.

Therefore, strict discipline did not exist..