Because he wanted to take the tea cup, he moved forward slightly, and she happened to be handing the tea, so she naturally moved closer.
The two of them looked at each other across a cup of tea.
She was wearing a round-neck sportswear, and from such a distance, her delicate collarbone could be clearly seen.
Yi Wenze raised her gaze calmly, but such a subtle change already made her face burn with a bang.
The smell of tobacco, mixed with the aroma of lemon tea, invades every inch of consciousness After a few seconds of silence, Jiahe cleared his throat: "Maybe it's a little hot."
He took the tea cup and took a small sip: "It seems a little hot."
She asked with eyes: "Do you want to add some cold water?"
"Need not."
Perhaps because they were so close, both of their voices were a little soft.
He took another small sip, very slowly, but did not take his eyes away from her.
After the song finished playing, it automatically looped to the beginning, as if it would never end.
I didn't know who had won downstairs, and there was a lot of noise.
Someone seemed to be calling Jiahe's name, but he couldn't hear it clearly.
She hesitated for a long time before saying, "Maybe someone calls me.
I'll go down and have a look."
He was quiet for a while, then smiled faintly: "Go ahead."
Naturally, she ran away.
The carpet under her feet was too soft and she almost tripped over herself.
When she got downstairs, she saw Qiao Qiao winking, as if she had something to say.
So he moved a chair and sat there.
Qiao Qiao held a card and whispered, "Your phone rang just now.
I took a look for you.
It was Gu Yu."
Jiahe's heart skipped a beat: "Did you answer it?"
Qiao Qiao looked at her sideways: "I'm too lazy to answer the call, so I just turned off the phone for you."
Jiahe was startled: "It's turned off."
"You still want to answer his call?"
"No, Beijing has said that the meeting will take place in the next two days.
I've been waiting for the call."
Qiao Qiao shrugged: "Then turn on the phone and be careful not to be picked up by the big bad wolf."
Jiahe didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
He took out his mobile phone from his bag and turned it on again.
Five or six text messages rushed in, making him dizzy.
She opened them one by one.
Many of them were promotional text messages from banks and shopping malls, but only one was from Gu Yu.
A simple line of words: I am downstairs in your house.
She looked at her phone and was silent for a long time, hesitating on the simple question of whether to reply or not.
It wasn't until Qiao Qiao finished playing a circle of cards and looked back at her that she made up her mind and quickly typed: I'm at Hongqiao Airport and going to Beijing for a meeting.
Ten seconds after sending the message, he replied with another message: Have a nice trip.
Jiahe still remembered that he had complained countless times before that it was unlucky to not say "favorite" when flying, but he always laughed it off and laughed at himself for being superstitious.
Her nose sniffled, as if it was a little clogged, probably caused by the rain.
This time it was Wu Zhilun who looked at her: "What's wrong, Aze bullied you?"
She was speechless and stood up: "Aqing, I'm sorry, could you please take me to the room where I sleep first?"
Ah Qing hurriedly put down her cards, and with a crowd of people urging her in the background, he led her into a guest room.
Although she didn't stay there often, the things in the room were all newly replaced before she came here, so that she could sleep peacefully. .
Free novels bring you joy and joy ---> storyskyline.net
Jiahe was even more embarrassed by what she said.
She even said that she was not that picky.
It was not until she closed the door that she breathed a sigh of relief.
The decoration style here is very similar to that upstairs, with light-colored wooden floors and black furniture.
The bedside was covered with the same white rug.
After a long night of tossing, I can finally finally relax.
Amidst the faint noise outside, she wrapped herself in a quilt and fell asleep.
It wasn't until she woke up from thirst in the middle of the night.
When she went out to get some water, she realized that everyone was already asleep, and the door to the room upstairs was still half open, exposing the There was a faint light.
She held the cup and stood downstairs, drinking it in sips.
She didn't go back to the room until she finished drinking.
When she woke up the next day, she picked up her phone and took a look.
It was already one o'clock in the afternoon.
There was a white note taped to the bedside table.
When I took it off and looked at the scrawled handwriting, I knew it was from Qiao Qiao: I'll drive your car to your parents' house to get the keys and come back to pick you up in the evening.
At night, Jiahe sat up dizzy, his throat hurt, he reached out and touched his forehead, which seemed to be very hot.
It was such an unlucky thing.
I quickly put on my clothes and walked out of the room.
Only then did I see Wu Zhilun and Yi Wenze sitting at the small bar, as if talking about something.
Outside, there was an aunt cleaning up the yard, and the sun was shining brightly.
Hearing the sound, the two of them glanced at her at the same time.
Yi Wenze put out his cigarette naturally: "Did you sleep well?"
Jiahe glanced at Wu Zhilun, who looked obviously ambiguous, and after holding it in for a long time, he said, "It's pretty good."
Wu Zhilun pretended to look at his watch: "They say women choose their bed when they sleep.
How do you say that?"
He looked thoughtful, not knowing whether he really forgot how to say it or if he did it on purpose, "Yes, it varies from person to person."
She swore that the image of this box-office star in her heart had completely collapsed.
Although she was resentful, she still remembered the purpose of coming out: "Where's Ah Qing?"
In fact, getting caught in the rain and having a fever is not a big deal.
She can drive herself to buy medicine, go home and sleep under the quilt, and everything will be fine.
But now the car was driven away by Qiaoqiao, and this was a villa area outside the outer ring road.
What was even more sad was that it was still the idol's home.
She didn't want to trouble him too much, so she couldn't think of a way, so she could only ask Ah Qing to secretly buy it for her. medicine.
"She went out with Qiaoqiao," Yi Wenze asked, "I have something to do with her."
Jiahe thought for a while and said it was okay, his voice already a little hoarse.
She was afraid that the two of them would see something, so she went to the bar and picked up a glass and poured herself a cup of hot water.
She thought that she would go back to the room and call Qiao Qiao, which should last until she came back to buy medicine in the evening.
Wu Zhilun wisely stopped teasing and continued the topic.
Jiahe turned his back to them, holding the cup in both hands.
It felt like a century had passed before he filled the cup.
Just when she turned around, Yi Wenze suddenly stopped her: "You look bad, are you sick?"
She tried her best to smile: "No, I guess I went to bed too late."
Just when he was about to ask again, the aunt who swept the courtyard had already entered the door and asked if she would prepare lunch for this lady.
Yi Wenze nodded naturally and said it would be better to make it simpler.
Jiahe stood beside him and listened, and began to whine and complain.
Free novels bring you joy and joy ---> storyskyline.net
But at this time, she had no excuse to refuse, so she could only sit at the dining table blankly.
Auntie's hands and feet were very nimble.
She took out the dumplings from the refrigerator and fried them until they were golden and brilliant.
It's a very northern approach.
I mixed some vinegar and put it on the glass table: "Mr.
Yi said that you are from the north, so you probably like to eat pasta.
No one has been here for a long time, and the noodles are not prepared.
I asked my husband to roll the bread in the morning.
"The aunt is very talkative and continues to say that her husband is from the north, and the dumplings he makes are different, and the skin is very chewy.
Fragrant dumplings have always been Jiahe's favorite, but now she feels that the breath she exhales is almost worse than the heat of the dumplings.
She is simply counting the number while stuffing them into her mouth, unable to eat because of her fever.
I just thought about calling Qiao Qiao to come back soon.
It felt even more uncomfortable after eating such a greasy thing.
When she finished eating, she diligently cleaned up the food herself.
"Jiahe."
She stopped and looked at him, still holding the bowl and chopsticks in her hands.
He suddenly reached out and touched her forehead with the back of his hand.
It was a polite test, but it made her heart beat fast.
"You have a fever," Yi Wenze quickly concluded and looked at Wu Zhilun, "Go and ask Auntie where you can find antipyretic medicine."
After he finished speaking, he reached out and took the bowl and chopsticks from Jiahe's hand and put them aside.
"You go back to your room and lie down first.
I'll be right over."
Jiahe wanted to say it was okay, but his legs softened and he almost fell to the floor.
But in the end, it was he who grabbed her first and lost his center of gravity and hit the bar.
There was a loud bang, and the chopsticks were shaken to the ground.
He put his arms on the countertop, but she didn't touch it at all.
Jiahe was so frightened that he started struggling: "How are you?"
After she finished speaking, she looked at his arms and legs and confirmed that the injured leg had not been hit by her.
She was relieved, but she felt even more guilty and distressed: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."
"It's nothing," Yi Wenze comforted her, turning back to Wu Zhilun, who had just stood up and had not yet fully reacted, "please help me help her into the room."
Everything that happened next became extremely dramatic.
I don’t know if it was because she had relaxed her nerves after being discovered.
As soon as she lay on the bed, she was burned to death, and her joints all over her body ached.
She only saw Wu Zhilun taking medicine and water.
Her little assistant was on one side and couldn't help at all, and Yi Wenze was right next to her bed.
Every time she was woken up, she could see his face, his expression blurry.
In the evening, her fever had somewhat subsided, but they were alone in the room.
In order for her to fall asleep, the desk lamp had been adjusted to the lowest light.
He was sitting in a chair with a computer on his lap.
His face was illuminated by the white light of the display screen, and his facial features were clear.
Jiahe stared at him for a while, unable to turn his head around.
After a long time, he asked, "Are you injured?"
He raised his head to look at her and closed the computer casually: "Are you hungry?"
I haven't eaten anything all day, so I'm really hungry.
At this moment, a call suddenly came in.
Free novels bring you joy and joy ---> storyskyline.net
She was embarrassed to look at Yi Wenze, but he handed over the phone naturally.
Next up was the director of the next drama: "Jiahe, it's really hard to call you.
How about you?
Can you come over tomorrow?"
Jiahe's voice was still a little hollow: "I'm sorry, Director Liu, I should be able to do it tomorrow."
If you sleep until tomorrow morning, your fever should be almost completely gone.
Meetings are not physical work anyway, so you should be able to handle it.
The key is that she finally has an excuse to run away.
She can't stay at Yi Wenze's house forever.
"That's good, finish it quickly and change it quickly.
I'm still waiting for the first and second episodes to be scheduled."
The person on the other end didn't seem to hear anything wrong with Jiahe's voice, "I'm rushing to make an appointment in early May."
Yi Wenze suddenly gestured to Jiahe to give him the phone.
Jiahe was stunned for a moment, and after passing it over, he still didn't understand what he meant.
"Hello, Director Liu," Yi Wenze answered the phone, "I'm Yi Wenze."
Jiahe looked at him blankly.
It wasn't until he heard him say that he was sick and might postpone his arrival in Beijing that he fully understood what he was doing, and he immediately became completely stupid.
I only have one thought in my mind, it’s over, I don’t know what Director Liu will think
The person on the phone seemed to agree happily and with great enthusiasm.
Yi Wenze listened for a while and then continued: "Okay, if there is a good script, I hope there will be opportunities for cooperation." gd1806102: