Today's phone calls were more and more nonsense.
Jiahe held the phone and reacted for a few seconds before saying, "Hello."
Qiaoqiao bared her teeth and asked her who she was.
She put her index finger on her lips and got out of bed.
"You haven't spoken, so I thought I dialed the wrong number," Tianchu said easily, "It was a little abrupt.
I should have asked my agent to contact you, but since you are Aze's friend, I thought it would be better to make a call myself. ” Her voice was very nice.
Jiahe originally thought that she was like some singer who could never leave the recording studio.
But with just this phone call, she understood the reason why Tianchu became famous so quickly.
It was not just the clever use of connections and connections.
Scandals still have some capital of their own.
"I'm so sorry."
Jiahe walked into the bathroom and quickly locked it.
"Mr.
Yi may have told you that my friend wanted to find a cosmetics spokesperson for his client and asked me for help.
I didn't expect that he could contact you.
It’s such a big name that I didn’t react for a while.”
In fact, what I really didn't expect was that after having breakfast with my idol, I received a call from his ex-wife.
Unlike gnashing his teeth at the meager salary, Jiahe is exceptionally calm.
It seems that his work as a screenwriter in recent years has not been in vain.
In addition to being abnormal when facing idols, no matter how big-name a star is, he is still a stranger.
Tianchu pondered for a while: "I will give your contact information to my agent.
If possible, I hope we can have the opportunity to cooperate."
She suddenly said sorry and stopped.
Someone seemed to be whispering to her next to her. , because the phone was covered and I couldn’t hear clearly.
Jiahe waited patiently and looked at the big mirror in the bathroom to wake himself up.
The plot is so bloody that even a screenwriter like her, who prides herself on being bloody, can't accept it.
After a while, she let go and continued: "It was Sister Mai who came to ask me, but I didn't expect Aze to call me personally."
She didn't go on and just laughed.
He continued, "I will go to Hengdian this week and let's have a meal together."
Jiahe said a nice word and thanked her several times, but didn't say anything more as if there was something urgent.
After hanging up the phone, she took a deep breath and pressed her chest to calm down, but suddenly a question came to her mind.
Was coming to Hengdian to watch Idol this week to get back together again?
Her mind was filled with questions, and she was a little sluggishly stimulated by this explosive conjecture.
The people outside the door couldn't wait any longer and began to knock on the door lazily: "Open the door, open the door."
As soon as Jiahe opened the door, Qiaoqiao immediately came up to her and looked at her with a smile: "Who is hiding in the toilet to listen."
"Tianchu."
Jiahe reported honestly.
Qiao Qiao blinked, then blinked again: "Who is the love rival of the two of you who has been chasing you for thousands of miles?"
Jiahe almost spit out blood: "It's about the endorsement.
Also, she said she would come to Hengdian this week."
"Hengdian" Qiao Qiao narrowed her eyes, "I'll let Xiao Ou check it out in the afternoon of filming."
Jiahe didn't take it seriously and took out his mobile phone to call Xiao Yu.
When the other party heard the news, he immediately screamed in the mainland version and repeatedly asked Jiahe if he was really having an affair with his idol.
Before Jiahe could finish, He immediately came to a conclusion and asked her to use her beauty to get a bunch of signed photos of herself and send them to her, so that they could be auctioned for a lot of money in the future when she was unemployed.
Jiahe interrupted her dumbfounded and asked her to wait for further news from him.
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He hung up the phone decisively and threw himself on the bed.
The quilt was still warm, and she buried her head in listening to Qiaoqiao's questions, trying her best to keep pretending to be dead.
"Okay," Qiao Qiao looked at her bitterly, "If you don't say so, then I won't tell you what I saw last night," she said as she got dressed, picked up the notice from under the door and looked carefully.
After looking at it, "Don't beg me."
Jiahe took a deep breath and continued to pretend to be dead.
Qiao Qiao soon told her that Tian Chu was indeed here to film, and she, who became famous at a rapid pace, finally began to cross the border.
Whenever Jiahe thought of this incident, he couldn't help but want to see clues on Yi Wenze's face.
In the end, he could only sigh, an idol is an idol, he was surprisingly calm.
Since he returned to Hong Kong in three days, Yi Wenze was fully booked from morning to night in the next few days.
In the hotel, Jiahe began to use his free time without revision to talk about the next script with Director Jiang.
Sometimes, he would talk for four or five hours.
When he was tired, he would go for a walk on the set with the car.
She always stood behind a group of people watching Yi Wenze act, or listening to the director talk about the play.
Sometimes everyone would say hello together, but because they were too busy, there was no communication.
On Weibo, Yi Wenze occasionally posts some photos from the set, but most of them have no text messages.
There was only one special occasion when he took a photo of a dish in the lunch box and exclaimed that the chicken drumstick was the best dish of the day.
Jiahe stared at the chicken drumstick, always feeling familiar.
He thought about it for a long time before he remembered whether everyone ate together that day or whether he, a fan, took advantage of it.
At that time, he was 45 degrees east of the lunch box.
Eating chicken legs.
After thinking about it, I right-clicked and saved it.
I excitedly saved the photo in a folder and named it the chicken drumstick I gnawed with my idol.
In this way, Jiahe's star-chasing journey gradually entered the primitive stage, looking more at meager things than real people.
That night, she and Director Jiang were chatting about the show until seven or eight o'clock.
Director Jiang suddenly looked out the window and said, "It's snowing again."
Jiahe held the cup and turned to look outside.
Sure enough, it was snowing again.
The weather this year is really weird.
It's already the end of February but it's still surprisingly cold, and there's actually snow falling.
"Today is an exterior shoot," Director Jiang raised his wrist to look at his watch, "We didn't start work until two o'clock this afternoon.
We shouldn't have finished shooting at this time.
Let's go and have a look."
Jiahe didn't dare to delay, quickly wrapped up his clothes and followed Director Jiang's car to the set.
It wasn't snowing heavily, but it was extremely cold.
When she arrived at the set, many people were gathered around, drinking hot water.
Because we came out of the hotel and the car had air conditioning, I just felt cold when I got out of the car.
As I got closer, I found that even the prop chairs were covered with a thin layer of ice, and I became somewhat aware of the temperature.
When she started to recall in her mind what the scene was about and whether it would freeze the idol, a pair of black boots appeared in front of her eyes.
"Why come to the set when the weather is so cold?"
Yi Wenze said.
The idol's words make the brain go smoothly and I can't think of anything.
Jiahe had his hands in his pockets and was wrapped in a scarf so that only his eyes were dark.
He stared at Yi Wenze for half a second before saying, "Director Jiang saw that it was snowing, so he came to check on the progress."
"Would you like some hot water?"
Yi Wenze asked gently.
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He was still wearing a heavy robe and costume, looking elegant and elegant.
Jiahe hurriedly shook his head: "I drank a lot in the hotel just now.
No need.
Come in and get out of the wind."
After she finished speaking, she took two steps back and made room for Yi Wenze, almost knocking over a chair in the process. , successfully kicked a lantern away I wailed secretly in my heart, feeling embarrassed again.
In fact, the place where she stood was not warm, but it was able to block the wind.
When Yi Wenze approached, Qiao Qiao happened to see Jiahe and was about to say hello.
When he saw Yi Wenze, he immediately stopped and gave Jiahe a cheering gesture while his back was turned to her.
Jiahe was about to cry, but he still kept a straight face, not daring to let his idol see the winding path behind him.
Of course, if there is a sensible Qiao Qiao in this world, there must be an ignorant A Qing.
As soon as Yi Wenze stood still, Ah Qing came over with a thermos flask and naturally took out two paper cups, one for each person.
Jiahe wanted to say it was too late, so he could only take the idol card Pang Dahai and stand with it warmly and stupidly.
The snow is getting heavier and heavier, it's like catching the last tail of winter and completely squandering it.
"I haven't had the chance to ask you how your friend's affairs are going."
Yi Wenze was a head taller than her and stood in a position to block the wind, shielding Jiahe from the cold wind.
"I've already set up a line with her agent.
Let's see how the conversation goes," Jiahe said with gratitude, still carefully avoiding the name Tianchu, "Thank you."
"Don't be so polite.
It's all company business.
It would be better if you can take care of your friends."
After Yi Wenze finished speaking, he told Aqing a few words and asked her to pour some hot water for the visiting fans.
Jiahe realized after hearing what he said that because it was rare to have an outdoor scene today, there were more than a dozen fans in the distance.
Wenze's naturally accounted for most of it.
Because filming was about to resume, he did not go over to say hello, unlike the male co-star who went over and made a few faces at the fans, but just by pouring water, it was clear that he still loved the fans.
At this time, the director had already asked to continue.
He handed the cup to Ah Qing, walked to the lighting center, and began to warm up the scene with Liao Jing in a low voice.
When Jiahe was watching carefully, Aqing beside her stretched out her hand to add water to her.
After pouring half of the water, she suddenly made a soft sound and whispered: "Oh my god, why is she here?"
Jiahe was startled, and reflexively followed Ah Qing's line of sight to look to the other side.
A woman wearing a long pink down jacket stood still, followed by a female assistant, who was answering the phone.
Because she was wearing a mask and a scarf, and she was standing in an inconspicuous corner, no one noticed her for a moment, but Jiahe could recognize her at a glance.
After all, after singing her songs for so long, this figure and eyes are still easy to recognize. gd1806102: