Yi Wenze didn't say anything, so she could only stand by the door.
Different from the warm yellow light in the banquet hall, it is brighter here, but because of the pure light, it highlights the coldness.
Jiahe suddenly remembered that when he was in college, Qiao Qiao followed a TV reporter to pick him up at the airport late at night in order to meet Wang Leehom.
When he came back, he sighed and said that they had really met him, and he didn't even dare to say that he had liked him for many years.
At that time, I was still laughing and mocking her, but now I am not the same.
It seems that idols are still suitable to be contacted through the TV network.
The phone in her pocket suddenly vibrated, and she pressed it down with her hand.
After a while, Yi Wenze seemed to hear the sound, and looked back with a polite inquiry in his eyes.
She hurriedly took out her mobile phone.
Qiaoqiao's voice was on the other end of the phone, obviously a little anxious: "Have you found anyone?"
Jiahe whispered: "I found it, right next to me."
Qiaoqiao obviously couldn't bear it anymore: "Forget it, come down the elevator, the car is at the door of the hotel."
Jiahe hummed and looked at him: "The car is already downstairs."
He put out his cigarette and approached Jiahe: "The journey will take almost four hours, do you need to bring some snacks?"
His tone was inquiring, but he opened the door for her first.
Jiahe looked at him in confusion and was stunned for three or four seconds before he understood: "Okay, look, everyone hasn't eaten anything at night.
I'll pack some.
What do you want to eat?"
There were already countless cameras waiting outside, so it was time to separate.
Go ahead and avoid any trouble.
He smiled: "Anything is fine."
She didn't dare to say anything more and walked out of the stairwell first.
Sometimes just one photo is enough to create news that makes people laugh.
Especially Yi Wenze's ex-wife Tianchu, who appeared on the show every now and then during the two months after their divorce, crying with grief, but he never accepted a positive interview.
If he were photographed with a woman at this time, he would be shooting himself in the face.
She asked someone to pack two boxes of snacks, and then entered the elevator with three or two staff members.
When I went downstairs, the brightly lit hotel lobby was filled with screams from fans and questioning from reporters.
Yi Wenze was once again surrounded by reporters downstairs.
Different from the routine interviews about new dramas just now, each of those people was more excited than the last, and their voices were louder than the last.
They kept repeating Tianchu's talk show on the TV station ten minutes ago.
He asked if it was Yi Wenze who filed for divorce first, since he and Tian Chu had long been separated.
Qiaoqiao was right next to him, reaching out to ward off anyone who came too close.
The smile on his face had obviously faded.
Even the hotel security guard was protecting them and looking at Yi Wenze more gossipingly.
However, he always smiled in a reserved manner and kept telling people around him to be careful where they stepped.
Other than that, he remained silent in response to any questions.
It wasn't until he got into the car that Qiao Qiao slid the car door shut, blocking out the flashing lights and leaving only silence in the car.
Yi Wenze sat next to Jiahe.
Jiahe sniffed and didn't dare to speak.
Qiaoqiao picked up the phone and sent her a text message: Miss, making it so difficult for you to find someone, and even saying that I would give you the opportunity to get close to your idol, would only cause trouble for me.
Jiahe understood the mistake first and replied: He wants to smoke quietly, but I don't dare to force him to go.
Qiao Qiao turned around, calmly packed her bag, and quietly gave her a look of contempt.
The buildings on both sides squeezed the sky to only a single line, and the observation lights changed with various city slogans, covering the moon and stars.
Qiaoqiao started to make phone calls one by one, explaining her work in a low voice.
Jiahe could only look out the window in embarrassment.
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On the streets of Shanghai on Valentine's Day, it seemed like everyone should be holding hands, birds should be clinging to people, and roses should be endless.
It's just that all these things that should be expected are piled up under the eyes, making the atmosphere even more embarrassing.
Yi Wenze sat beside him, not moving at all.
He remained in the same posture until the car left Shanghai.
"Sister Mai's phone number."
Assistant A Qing suddenly picked up the phone and immediately handed her cell phone to him.
Sister Mai is Yi Wenze's manager, so you don't have to guess why.
He took the phone, because it was too quiet in the car, and the female voice over there had obvious ups and downs, saying what Tianchu said on the talk show at a very fast pace.
Jiahe was close, and it was embarrassing to hear clearly, Yi Wenze From the beginning to the end, I only hummed twice without much response.
It wasn't until I talked for ten minutes that I switched the phone from my left ear to my right ear and whispered: "The battery is out.
We'll talk to him in Hengdian."
After saying that, he hung up the phone decisively.
"I just charged it."
Ah Qing took the phone and murmured in a low voice.
All the way from the city to the highway, Jiahe kept holding two cartons of snacks, restless.
It wasn't until she saw the mountains in the night that Qiaoqiao muttered that she was hungry.
She immediately gave the snack box to her as if she was relieved: "Eat, I brought it especially for you."
Qiaoqiao looked at her in surprise: "What are you doing?
It’s time to be so considerate.”
Jiahe was speechless and continued to look out the window.
During the entire four-hour journey, she didn't dare to doze off for even half a minute, and she stayed nervous all the way to the Hengdian Hotel.
It wasn't until she got off the car that she nuzzled up to Qiaoqiao and said, "I'll live in the same room as you."
Qiao Qiao laughed at her: "What a beautiful idea.
You live next door to Director Jiang.
If the editor and reviewer don't come, you can just wait to be tortured by Director Jiang."
If Jiahe wanted to say anything else, Qiaoqiao had already lowered his voice and said, "I'm telling you, that Taiwanese guy is coming, so don't disturb me."
Jiahe looked at her in surprise.
She had a headache when she talked about Qiaoqiao, that Taiwanese man.
Qiao Qiao met a man who was nearly 40 years old and was known as Taiwan's leading bass player.
However, she was already frightened when they first met.
She vividly remembered the first time they met in Libao Plaza.
The black car door opened, and two legs wrapped in snakeskin pants stretched out, and then the wrinkled face and long hair that were not flowing.
Throughout dinner, Besta Everyone kept repeating that they should eat nutritiously, and then very carefully ordered a portion of fried rice, a portion of rice noodles, and a portion of porridge for three people to share.
Taiwan's leading bassist will only order the staple food when he invites people to dinner.
Do you believe it?
Qiao Qiao does.
Jiahe didn't want to hear anymore about her sweet life of being deceived and enjoying herself, so she dragged her suitcase into the hotel.
After hurriedly taking a shower, she discovered a note on the hair dryer: It is broken, do not use it.
The temperature in Hengdian was so low that a hair dryer was a necessity.
She immediately wiped it with a towel and dialed the customer service number.
Who knew that as soon as the front desk said hello, there was a knock on the door.
She I could only report my room number to the other end of the phone and immediately ran to open the door.
The one who knocked on the door turned out to be Liao Jing, the number one female figure who Qiao Qiao said liked to be "taken seriously".
Two steps behind her stood Yi Wenze in casual clothes.
When he saw Jiahe coming out, he nodded slightly as a greeting. .
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Liao Jing leaned on the edge of the door and looked at her with a smile: "Aze and I are going to discuss the play with Director Jiang, do we want to come together?"
In fact, she wanted to say that she would go there after she dried her hair, but the words came to her mouth and turned into: "Okay, wait until I put on a coat."
Because the door was opened, the near-zero air made her shiver.
She sniffed, and when she was about to turn around to get her clothes, a waiter appeared behind Yi Wenze holding a hair dryer: "Who wants a hair dryer?"
Having seen celebrities a lot, they seem to be calmer than ordinary people, but they still have a rough voice.
"Give it to me."
She stretched out her hand awkwardly.
"Ah, your hair is still wet," Liao Jing seemed to have just noticed that she had just finished taking a shower, and immediately looked at Yi Wenze with a smile, "Let's go first and let the screenwriter blow dry her hair first."
Jiahe was even more embarrassed: "It doesn't matter."
Before he finished speaking, Yi Wenze interrupted: "Go and blow dry first, don't worry."
The white hair dryer was randomly tangled with a black power cord.
He just took it from the waiter, said thank you, and handed it to him.
Jiahe subconsciously took it, and it wasn't until they left that he remembered that he didn't even say thank you.
She closed the door, feeling extremely depressed.
She pressed her forehead against the wall and cursed herself for half a minute.
She quickly took care of everything.
When she arrived at Director Jiang's room, Liao Jingzheng smiled and said that she was relatively junior.
Ever since she found out she was co-starring with Teacher Yi, she couldn't sleep well every day.
Director Jiang mocked Yi Wenze, but he just shook his head and smiled without saying anything.
In fact, it was said to be a talk about the play, but it was just a few people chatting and the script was just passed by casually.
Jiahe made a cup of coffee by himself and listened to Liao Jing casually talking about which scene he was not in the mood for.
When the scene was not enough, he tried hard to listen carefully, but because he was speaking Cantonese, he could only understand seventy-seven or eighty-eight.
However, because of Director Jiang and Yi Wen Ze was from Hong Kong and was embarrassed to interrupt, so he could only try to understand.
When he really didn't understand, he raised his hand and asked a few questions.
She even began to admire Liao Jing, a mainland star who had just become famous, who could learn Cantonese so well.
"I didn't feel emotional about the mutiny scene," Yi Wenze suddenly said, speaking in Mandarin, "Li Chengqi had been planning for many years, but at the last moment, his brother Li Longji conspired to seize the military power first, and the mutiny killed Wei After that, he only took away Li Longji's woman without fighting for it anymore.
It feels like this ended abruptly."
He held the cup and sat quietly on the chair, speaking word by word.
When it came to an abrupt end, he thought about whether it was used accurately, "However, I read this a few days ago.
This piece of history is heavy on drama, so I can only turn it over and read the record of Li Chengqi."
Jiahe listened carefully and didn't put down the cup until he finished speaking.
This drama is a historical drama about Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty.
Women in the World are just these dramas.
Generally speaking, when actors get a book, they can at most read the book to learn about the character.
Unexpectedly, Yi Wenze was dedicated enough to read that period of history.
She rarely had the urge to argue in her heart, and she didn't want to complain.
"Actually," she thought seriously, "his emotional breaking point was at the end."
Director Jiang listened to the argument between the two with a smile and never interrupted.
The conversation ended at eleven o'clock.
The actors had to finalize their makeup the next day, so she could only write down what she wanted to change tonight and wait until tomorrow to revise them one by one.
When leaving the room, Director Jiang remembered the scenes he had asked her to change earlier.
Jiahe hurriedly ran to the room to get back his notebook, and pressed the power button under the watchful eyes of the three of them.
The next second, she was completely frozen.
Some habits will always lead to disaster inadvertently.
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After the screen goes black for half a second, the desktop is slowly displayed.
On the light blue background, there are all the covers of Yi Wenze in the past three years.
Some of them are bowing their heads in silence, some of them are smiling sideways, and some of them are just his back.
In short, they are all just him. gd1806102: