Twenty minutes later, Jiahe arrived near Xujiahui.
This was a prime location, and the open-air parking spaces were already full.
She could only pull down the window and ask the male receptionist if there was any neighborhood where she could park.
The handsome boy looked at her license plate and suddenly stared at her mysteriously.
He glanced at her and asked her if her surname was Jia.
Jiahe nodded inexplicably.
The man immediately said: "Miss Jiahe, please get out of the car and I will help you find a seat."
It wasn't until she entered the private room and Ah Qing smiled and explained that it was safer here that she learned that Yi Wenze also had shares in this club.
She had been here two or three times before, and it was only when she was doing a financial column a few years ago that she had the opportunity to interview several real estate tycoons.
I remember that people in the food column talked about this restaurant countless times, but they were helpless that the membership system here did not require them to do public relations releases.
As a result, they who had always been blessed with delicious food could only be jealous of Jiahe, a financial person.
"Screenwriter," Ah Qing held up the menu, "You're welcome to eat whatever you want, just like at home."
Because she knew Jiahe was from Beijing, she deliberately twisted the last word in her voice, which was too cute to be ridiculous.
Unfortunately, as soon as she finished saying this, she completely missed the dinner.
No matter how careful he was, a reporter still discovered that Yi Wenze had arrived in Shanghai.
Fortunately, it was his own place, but it was just hard for Ah Qing to perform a trick to avoid causing any trouble to the guests here.
You know, those long guns and short guns are not fake.
If Yi Wenze is not photographed, but someone's little lover is photographed, it will be difficult to explain.
I hadn't seen him for a month, and when I saw him again, I was back to the same state of mind as when I first met him.
I was a little worried and just drank tea.
He was still dressed simply, with a light gray shirt and silver cufflinks.
The black watch reflected a faint halo under the light.
No matter how you looked at it, it looked just right.
He handed her the menu: "What do you like to eat?"
She thought for a while: "You are the boss here, do you have any recommendations?"
He smiled: "I haven't been here a few times, so maybe I'm not as familiar with it as you are."
Seeing that Jiahe drank quickly, he added more tea for her.
Jiahe held the tea cup in both hands and sighed with a smile: "I also interviewed several real estate developers before I had the opportunity to come in and take a look."
She counted carefully, "It was about three times, and I still ranked first in interviews.
I don’t even know what I ate.”
I still remember that when I first came here, the sanctimonious real estate developer said that the decoration alone cost hundreds of millions, and the subtext was that it was very high-end.
At that time, I just cursed in secret, but later on, when I saw more, I realized that this place alone was very high-end.
The four words "membership system" definitely require such hard work to pave the way.
During those years of working in finance, she always followed rich people everywhere.
She was really immune to delicious food, but when she thought about the restaurant invested by her idol, she felt that it was a sin for not tasting the food properly.
He took a sip of ice water and said, "Whenever you come later, just use my name.
If you find it inconvenient, you can also call Ah Qing to locate her."
Jiahe shook his head: "I don't need to socialize or anything, no need."
He said nothing more and just motioned for her to continue looking at the menu.
The chandelier on the dining table is very low, surrounded by dark red paper, and the light is too soft.
She flipped through the menu casually, slipping down from crab meat, bamboo shoots, and foie gras with sake.
She had to consider whether this dish would affect the taste and Yi Wenze's taste, but she didn't order anything at the end. vegetable.
In the end, he could only turn back to the first page and continue to do his homework.
Yi Wenze remained quietly leaning on the chair, holding a cigarette between his two fingers but not lighting it.
"What's wrong?"
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She looked at the cigarette and found nothing unusual.
He smiled: "Nothing, this is a no-smoking area."
Jiahe only thought what he said was strange.
They were all in single rooms, so how could there be a no-smoking area?
But since he said so, he couldn't keep asking, so he could only lower his head to look at the menu.
He saw that Jiahe was hesitant: "I don't have anything to eat."
She was discouraged: "Actually, my eyesight is dazzled.
I want to eat everything I see."
Ordering food is a technical job, especially when you are with your idol for more than ten years.
There are so many things to consider, which makes it a burden.
In the end, he picked a few special dishes, which all suited Jiahe's taste.
During this period, he specifically asked her if she liked roast duck.
Jiahe explained the error with a smile, saying that although roast duck is a Beijing specialty, it does not mean that all Beijingers They all love to eat, but I prefer seafood because I spend more time inland.
She didn't expect that a shrimp ball with rose gelatin was immediately added to the already set menu.
The deep red petals held small pale pink shrimps.
She carefully picked up the shrimp balls with her chopsticks and bit into her mouth.
The fragrance of roses overflowed.
When he was almost finished eating, Yi Wenze answered a phone call.
Listening to his few words, Jiahe seemed to have a friend over there who was coming over, so he immediately put down his chopsticks.
Just when he was about to say that he wouldn't delay his meeting with his friend, the door had already crashed and someone pushed it open.
The person who came in still had his mobile phone in his left hand and casually sat down next to Yi Wenze: "I've been waiting for you for half an hour," he said, and then nodded to Jiahe, "Hello, I'm Aze.
Friend, Wu Zhilun.”
Jiahe looked at this sunny and beautiful man's face and listened to this self-introduction, and wanted to laugh for a moment.
Among the movies scheduled for Valentine's Day alone, this person has starred in two of them.
This kind of person who will be blocked by people when walking on the road actually introduces himself like this in a serious manner.
I really don't know whether it is because of his personality or because of his personality.
You're kidding yourself.
She finally couldn't hold it back and laughed: "Hello, I am Jiahe."
Wu Zhilun said: "Everything will be prosperous when the family is in harmony."
Jiahe felt a headache and began to explain carefully how to write her name.
However, due to the language difference, Wu Zhilun and her discussed two simple words for two minutes.
They still seemed to understand.
In the end, even Jiahe himself was embarrassed.
After explaining it again, he simply gave up: "Let's just say that the family is in harmony and everything is prosperous."
Yi Wenze watched their communication with a smile.
It wasn't until Jiahe gave up that he slowly explained to Wu Zhilun: "She is from Beijing.
She doesn't understand Cantonese very well, and she can't speak it well either."
Wu Zhilun glanced at him and laughed at him for not taking the initiative to introduce him and embarrassing himself.
Jiahe hurriedly said that he understood 70% to 80%, and it didn't matter.
Unexpectedly, he made a joke: "70% to 80%, then when you communicate, should you speak Mandarin or Cantonese?"
It was a very simple sentence, but his tone made it extremely ambiguous.
Jiahe answered in Mandarin and began to lower his head and slowly suck the smoothie, trying to make himself become air.
After a while, someone opened the wine and came in.
She looked at the bottle in the waiter's hand and suddenly remembered that Yi Wenze was in recovery and should not drink.
But it was not convenient to say it in front of Wu Zhilun, so he could only glance at the opposite side quietly, but unexpectedly, his eyes crossed.
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He looked away and said to Wu Zhilun: "I can't drink for the time being."
"It's a pity, I brought it here specially," Wu Zhilun obviously didn't realize that he was completely in the background.
He swayed the wine glass and said casually, "I was still saying just now that your TV series will probably have good ratings.
Congratulations.
Maybe We can completely get rid of the TV drama market.”
Jiahe understood what he meant.
TV dramas were tiring, the pay was not high, and their fame was limited to the country, so most actors only became familiar when their popularity declined or when they started.
But even though I understand it so well, I still can't help but feel a little internally hurt.
He didn't care much: "It's not bad to film a TV series."
Wu Zhilun smiled: "Forget it, this time it's an old friend's production company, otherwise I would advise you not to get involved in TV dramas."
The two seemed to have a good relationship and were joking all the time.
Just listening to Jiahe felt like watching a fashion show, eye-catching and interesting.
It was almost ten o'clock when Yi Wenze looked at his watch: "Do you live far away?"
Jiahe calculated it: "It's not bad, it can be reached in about an hour's drive."
When Wu Zhilun heard this, he finally understood that Yi Wenze asked Jiahe to leave first, and immediately expressed his dissatisfaction: "It's a rare occasion, so we can't just go to your house to watch DVDs again."
He looked at Jiahe, "Let's go to Aze's house together.
He is a workaholic.
You and I plus two assistants can just make up a table."
Jiahe felt embarrassed and said, "I don't know how to play Hong Kong mahjong."
Wu Zhilun was obviously very enthusiastic: "It doesn't matter, I can teach you."
Yi Wenze didn't seem to care about him and just continued to ask: "Do you want to arrange a car to take you off?"
Jiahe looked at Wu Zhilun and decided to put his idol first: "No, I drove here myself."
Ever since, Sunshine Beauty’s mahjong invitation was ignored.
When Jiahe walked out of the door, he realized that it was already pouring with rain.
He couldn't help but lament that in Shanghai during the plum rain season, the rain was so abundant that it was eye-popping.
She knew how crowded the elevated road was just by looking at the rain, so she simply drove her small oer and squeezed into the sea of cars on Huaihai Road step by step.
Just as she was tuning the radio in boredom with her head down, the car suddenly shook and she immediately hit the car. the steering wheel.
It was pouring rain and she was tragically rear-ended on the bustling Huaihai West Road.
It rained heavily again, there was traffic jam again, and there was an accident again.
Jiahe didn't bring an umbrella, so he could only stay in the car for a while, and then ran out to cooperate with the traffic police.
By the time everything was done, he was completely soaked and in a mess.
She was a novice herself, and she didn't dare to go on the road again after all this trouble.
She simply took out her mobile phone and prepared to ask Qiaoqiao to pick her up.
She changed into clean clothes first.
Unexpectedly, three missed calls have been displayed in such a short time.
Two are from Gu Yu and one is from Yi Wenze.
She hesitated for a moment and decided to solve her own dilemma first, but she didn't expect that Qiaoqiao's side was always on the line.
After dialing seven or eight times, she could only curse inwardly for focusing on sex and neglecting her friends, and threw down her phone.
The wipers on the front window had stopped long ago, and the rain kept flowing down, trapping the car in a curtain of rain, making it difficult to see the pedestrians outside.
Traffic warnings were being broadcast on the radio, talking about traffic jams and accidents.
Jiahe felt even more upset.
He jumped from emotional programs to song-demand programs, and even after tuning several channels, he was still not satisfied, so he could only play again.
Go back and continue listening to traffic prompts.
After a while, she dug out the missed calls again and pressed Yi Wenze's callback button.
The call was picked up very quickly, and Wu Zhilun's laughter could still be heard.
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“We’re home” She replied: "No, we are still on the way."
After a moment of silence, he suddenly asked: "Is something wrong?"
Jiahe was slightly startled.
She didn't expect him to guess the accident easily: "It's raining heavily outside.
I was rear-ended just now.
My home is too far away and I dare not drive back.
I can only wait for Qiaoqiao to pick me up."
She didn't even dare.
It was really unlucky to say that I was in such an embarrassing situation that I was soaked all over.
"How long will it take for her to arrive?"
Jiahe couldn't laugh or cry: "I don't know yet.
She has been talking on the phone all the time.
I can only wait for her by the roadside."
After she finished speaking, she remembered that she hadn't asked Yi Wenze why he was looking for her.
"You called Is something wrong with me?"
Yi Wenze did not answer and continued to ask: "Which intersection are you at?"
Jiahe looked out the window and gave his bearings.
Then, she heard him speaking in Cantonese, but it was not to her, but to Wu Zhilun beside her.
Wu Zhilun scolded him with a smile.
If he was photographed, he might become his rumored girlfriend or something.
Soon, the phone became quiet again.
Only then did she react and said hurriedly: "No need to bother, I'll be fine in a while."
He said it calmly: "It doesn't matter, he is just chatting here, nothing serious."
Jiahe was choked and found for the first time that his idol seemed to be very unreasonable The radio continued to talk about the bad traffic, and he didn't seem to be in a hurry to hang up.
The two of them just chatted for a while until Wu Zhilun arrived, and then hung up the phone.
Wu Zhilun threw the umbrella into the back seat, pulled off the hood of his hoodie, and looked at her with a smile: "Let's go, where is your friend's house?"
Jiahe handed him the tissue box and motioned for him to wipe off the water on his body first: "Let me call and ask first."
In such traffic conditions, it would take at least half an hour to get from Xujiahui.
She actually talked to Yi Wenze like this for half an hour.
She didn't even have a chance to call Qiao Qiao.
Fortunately, the phone rang a few times and was picked up.
As soon as Qiaoqiao heard about her situation, she immediately started asking questions one after another, without giving Jiahe a chance to interrupt.
When she was depressed, her phone had been taken away by someone around her.
Wu Zhilun held the phone under his shoulder and started the car: "This beautiful girl, tell me your address first, and you can ask later when we get there."
Qiaoqiao was startled, blurted out her address, and immediately hung up the phone.
"Actually, there is no need to bother you.
It will definitely be troublesome if you are photographed by reporters."
Jiahe was really full of guilt.
"That's right.
In order to get rid of reporters, my assistant will probably have to wait in traffic on the elevated highway for an hour," Wu Zhilun joked: "Since Aze treats me as his little brother, he should deliberately let reporters follow him.
Think about it, if you The most troublesome thing about being secretly photographed with me is him.”
Jiahe was speechless.
This was really the Wu Zhilun who had always been taciturn in front of the media.
It wasn't until he drove onto the main road that he put on a serious expression: "Actually, he just signed the divorce, so it's better to be careful." gd1806102: