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Chapter 19: A Sudden Scandal (1)


The call was hung up, and Jiahe was still in the fog.

Yi Wenze put the phone next to him, picked up the phone, and dialed the internal number: "Aqing, please bring some food in, thank you."

The porridge and side dishes were bland and tasteless in his mouth, either because he had a cold or because he kept watching himself eat them.

After finally eating everything, he put down the bowl and said, "What time is it?"

Yi Wenze raised his wrist: "Nine o'clock." nine o'clock He actually slept until midnight: "I'm sorry to bother you for so long."

He was noncommittal: "Would you like to sleep a little longer?"

Sleeping Jiahe was revealed by his words, and suddenly he felt that he was really right in front of him, sleeping openly for a long time.

In the past, I used to fall asleep while watching his TV series.

In my room, I hugged the quilt and fell asleep like this.

I also felt that I was really happy to sleep listening to the voice of my idol.

But now, it is obviously not an order of magnitude.

There were only two of them in a very dark room, one lying on the bed and the other sitting on the edge of the bed.

"I slept too much.

I want to go out and watch TV."

Jiahe was bored for a long time before he could say a very unnutritious sentence.

After a long silence, he smiled and said, "How about watching the DVD?"

She was stunned for a moment before realizing that Yi Wenze probably didn't have cable TV at home.

Originally it was to avoid the embarrassment of being alone, but in the end it was just a change of place, from the guest room to the study.

Compared with the liveliness last night, it was quite deserted tonight.

Ah Qing casually said that Wu Zhilun was attending an event tonight and would probably come and stay at midnight.

Then he told Jiahe where the scented tea was, where the pot was, and even the tealights.

I took her to see the location specially.

In fact, her fever had gone away a long time ago, but she was a little weak, but compared to Yi Wenze, she was still a healthy person.

So, since Ah Qing closed the door, she immediately took on the role of taking care of him.

After brewing the tea, lighting the tea wax, the transparent teapot was placed on the fire.

Only then did she stop and look at Yi Wenze sitting behind the desk: "Would you like to go downstairs to get something to eat?"

Yi Wenze smiled: "No, the discs are all on the shelf, go pick them out."

Since he proposed it himself, Jiahe could no longer be polite and could only look at the rows of CD shelves carefully.

The variety is very rich, especially the discs on one shelf, which are all recently released films.

I caught a glimpse of Gillian’s new film, Qiandu.

The drama had good reviews, so she put the disc into the disc player without thinking too much.

It was a bit funny at the beginning, but as we went on, most of the scenes were ambiguous scenes between Gillian and her ex-boyfriend, and the more we watched, the more strange it became.

Jiahe calmly lowered his voice and glanced at Yi Wenze quietly.

Seeing that he was still reading the information and didn't seem to notice the movie, he was secretly relieved.

But while changing the disc in the middle, he suddenly made a sound.

"Why, it doesn't look good."

Jiahe hesitated: "No, I suddenly realized that I had seen it."

"Among the recent Hong Kong films, several small-scale productions are quite good," Yi Wenze said while holding a stack of documents to sign.

"That Chi Ming and Chun Jiao is also quite good, very close to real life."

Jiahe blurted out: "It's that movie about seven days of love."

After watching the film starring Shawn Yue and Miriam Yeung from beginning to end, the impression left behind was nothing more than a seven-day romantic love song, which is very consistent with today's fast-food love.

However, no matter how she watched it, she felt that the foundation was weak.

Yi Wenze seemed to be very relaxed and relaxed, and put down his pen: "Both these two films have good reviews, which one do you like better?"

Listening to these words, it sounds like asking, one is the ambiguity of the ex, the other is the new love, which one do you prefer?

The flames of the tea wax slowly burned the tea.

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Jiahe hesitated: "To be honest, I don't really like watching urban movies.

I prefer Ashes of Time."

It's a very old movie, and she could memorize almost all the lines in it when she was in college.

"Go and look at the third row of shelves.

The tenth one should be this disc."

He suddenly said.

"Old version, new version" "Old version."

She walked over and pulled it out as she was told, and it turned out to be this disc.

"When it came out in 1994, the film was a flop at the box office, but because it won many awards, it suddenly became popular."

He paused and looked at Jiahe with a smile, "You must have been in your teens at that time."

Jiahe silently calculated: "Less than ten years old."

Seeing that he had received it properly, she asked casually, "You also like this movie very much."

He replied: "Looking at the photography and editing, I like it very much, but I don't really appreciate the character of the protagonist."

Jiahe thought of his brother Leslie Cheung and couldn't help but sigh: "self-exile" Yi Wenze laughed: "It's his attitude of avoiding feelings."

Jiahe didn't expect the topic to change to this point.

He didn't know what to say for a moment, so he could only laugh and talk about his brother's acting skills.

He put the disk into the CD player and continued to kill time.

It wasn't until almost eleven o'clock, just as the movie was coming to an end, that Aqing knocked on the door and said that Qiaoqiao was here.

Jiahe felt as if he had received an amnesty order and ran downstairs.

Qiaoqiao moved two boxes out of Qianyiding and was drinking water downstairs.

When he saw her, he winked immediately: "One box is for you to please the idol, and one box is for me to please the bass star.

How about it?

It's interesting."

Ah Qing chuckled upon hearing this, which made Jiahe extremely embarrassed.

She helped Qiaoqiao take a box of noodles to the kitchen and moved the other box to the guest room.

"Can I sleep with you?"

Qiaoqiao said suddenly.

Jiahe looked at her inexplicably: "Why not?"

Qiaoqiao immediately fell on the bed and said with a smile: "I won't delay your good deeds."

Jiahe finally understood what she meant: "Stop making trouble.

If you hadn't driven away my car, I wouldn't still be living here tonight."

Qiao Qiao glanced at her up and down: "I came back when you fell asleep in the afternoon, why didn't I see you driving away?"

"You came back in the afternoon" "Of course, if your fever persists, I dare not come back."

Qiao Qiao smiled, "Unfortunately, obviously I am redundant.

Even Wu Zhilun, who has acting skills, dare not be a light bulb, let alone me."

Jiahe was speechless.

She slept deeply in the afternoon.

No matter how she edited it, it was difficult to expose it, so she simply remained silent.

Qiaoqiao struggled for a while, then hugged the pillow and fell asleep.

Jiahe thought he had slept too much during the day, so he tossed and turned in bed and was still not asleep at one o'clock.

When he went out to pour water, he subconsciously looked at the study, but the light was still on.

She hesitated for half a minute, then walked upstairs slowly and knocked on the door.

"Come in."

Yi Wenze's voice was a little low, and he could hear that he was tired.

She half-opened the door and saw that he was still sitting behind the desk, facing the computer.

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The tea wax had long since burned out, leaving only bottomless tea.

The screen still showed the paused scene of herself going downstairs.

Maggie Cheung was wearing a bright red dress and was frozen in one action.

He typed the last word and then looked up at her: "Why aren't you asleep yet?"

Fortunately, Jiahe had thought of an excuse before he came up, and just smiled and said: "I was hungry when I was asleep, and Qiaoqiao happened to bring a box of Chuqian Yiding.

It was cooked anyway, so if you want to eat, just eat it together.

"It's safer to prepare a draft in advance.

She admired her own composure even more.

"good."

“Would you like to add an egg?”

She didn't know much about the tastes of Hong Kong people.

If it weren't for Qiao Qiao's popularity, she wouldn't even know the brand of noodles called Demae Itcho.

She only had common sense and believed that you should beat an egg into the noodles to make them taste delicious.

He nodded again, with a deeper smile: "Okay."

Jiahe originally wanted to ask more questions, but then he remembered that he might not know what was in the refrigerator, so he might as well go and see for himself and add some delicious food to it.

Seeing that Yi Wenze seemed really interested, she hurriedly went downstairs and went to the kitchen to rummage through things.

It is estimated that the Shanghai aunt came to bring a lot of things today.

She quickly dug out the luncheon meat and eggs, took out the pot and boiled water, and then discovered that the box of noodles had not been opened.

The box was covered with a wide plastic bag.

She squatted on the ground and slowly tore the edges with her fingers.

She heard the sound of water boiling.

When she was about to stand up, a hand behind her already turned down the heat.

She turned around, and Yi Wenze leaned against the edge of the marble table and said to her, "The scissors should be in the cabinet on the right."

Jiahe hurriedly knelt down to pick up the scissors, opened the box, and took out two packages of noodles.

The boiling water kept steaming and made a slight sound.

When she opened the bag and took out the noodles, Yi Wenze had already cut the lunch meat, took out a clean plastic plate, and cut it with one knife.

The technique was so beautiful and skillful that Jiahe's second-hand knife was very impressive.

Ashamed.

Next, beat the eggs and add the meat.

He was almost all doing the work, and Jiahe slowly became the one delivering things.

It wasn't until he started stirring with bamboo chopsticks that Jiahe remembered that he had just said that he wanted to cook noodles for him.

She was a little embarrassed and started to find something to say: "What a coincidence.

The two movies I talked about today have scenes of cooking noodles.

It seems that you Hong Kong people really love this."

He smiled half-heartedly and glanced at her: "Get two empty bowls."

Jiahe hurriedly went to the cupboard again, took out two large white porcelain bowls, and quickly filled one bowl.

He went to pour some cold water and began to boil the water.

"How about you eat first?"

She helped him tear open another bag of noodles.

He said: "It doesn't matter, it will be fine soon."

She was a little embarrassed: "I originally told you to cook for you.

If you go downstairs like this, are your legs okay?"

He said calmly: "It doesn't matter.

As long as you don't need to play ball or run, it should be fine."

Jiahe was depressed for a moment.

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If he had asked him to play and run, he would probably be chopped into pieces by the agency and the fans, and his bones would be reduced to ashes.

Tiny bubbles spread from the bottom of the pot and slowly began to boil again.

She had handed over everything that needed to be handed over, and there was nothing more she could do, and she couldn't find anything to say, so she could only stand beside him and distract herself by staring at the bubbles at the bottom of the pot.

It wasn't until he poured out another bowl of noodles that she reached out to take the pot, wanting to wash it first.

She was unable to defend herself, so she touched his hand. gd1806102: