The number of reprints has soared to more than 30,000.
Under the photo, there was a simple line: I couldn’t sleep the night before yesterday, so I was blowing air on the balcony, and I saw Wu Zhilun’s invisible girlfriend.
Oh, the owner of this house is not simple, but he is my idol, so I won’t cover it up. .
A line of small words is shocking.
Jiahe was stunned for a long time before quickly asking Xiao Yu: How did you see it.
Xiao Yu posted a rabbit that kept twerking: Look at the number of reprints.
This is only the number of times the original post has been reposted.
There are also countless second-hand and third-hand reposts.
My colleague also had one on his neck scarf.
It scared me so much that my heart almost stopped.
Jiahe has chest tightness: My heart is about to stop beating too Then Xiao Yu lost his voice again, as if he was really in a meeting, and only the fat white rabbit was left, twisting around happily.
Jiahe threw away the phone.
After less than half a second, he picked it up again and stared at the photo carefully.
Although it is far away, you can see the profile of the face, which is definitely not what a mobile phone can achieve.
Much like a SLR.
Jiahe smiled bitterly, now even civilian gossip is so professional.
Before I had time to think of words to comfort myself, my phone was already ringing desperately.
"Go online," Qiaoqiao said briefly and quickly, "read entertainment news."
Jiahe was speechless.
"Are you on board?"
Qiao Qiao continued to urge.
"It has nothing to do with me," Jiahe prayed desperately.
Qiao Qiao yelled: "You know how terrible scarfs are.
I've been reading your posts, and they are almost the same.
Fortunately, everyone who knows you keeps their mouth shut, and only some insiders add fuel to the fire."
Jiahe was about to cry but had no tears: "Did you find out the real name?"
God, please don't.
"Don't panic, Wu Zhilun just clarified on his scarf that they are just friends.
Everyone has already started to find out who owns that villa."
"It's okay."
Jiahe breathed a sigh of relief, but for some reason, he became nervous after hearing the second half of the sentence.
Qiao Qiao smiled: "Don't be too happy.
Some people have already said that they saw Wu Zhilun and a girl on Huaihai Road and took a photo with their mobile phone.
Although they couldn't see their faces, the car and clothes were the same.
Think about it, Wu Zhilun is low-key.
Coming to Shanghai, traveling from Huaihai Road to Pudong to be with a woman, and driving a toy oer, it's enough for you to just think about it.
He has been in a movie recently, and he might start to shut down and not answer the media in a while.
It’s even more interesting.”
Jiahe didn't mean to joke, he just scolded her and hung up the phone.
Fortunately, it's just a side profile and it's not a celebrity, so it's hard for people to remember the face.
There is a difference between the photo and the real person, and the difference is very big.
Jiahe kept thinking to himself.
When Qiaoqiao and the artists he managed were photographed eating, except for a few friends who made fun of them, there was no impact at all.
She can only pray now that no acquaintances who do good things will join in the fun.
When she was a reporter, she never read the manuscripts she wrote, fearing that they would appear superficial if they were printed.
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When she was working as a screenwriter, she never watched the films she wrote, fearing that they would be terrible if they were aired.
When she was involved in scandals, she naturally did not dare to read the forum posts.
For a moment I thought it was nothing, and for a moment I was afraid that something would really happen.
She was so confused that she started to walk from the bathroom to the bedroom, and then looked at the closet to make sure that she had everything.
After a long time, I took out my phone again and looked at the text message from Ctrip to confirm the flight time.
There were still more than five hours left, and there was nothing to do at home anyway.
She just had time to have a decent dinner, she thought, and immediately closed the box and locked the door and went out.
While waiting for the elevator, Aunt Zhao next door happened to come out to throw away garbage.
When she saw her, she immediately came forward and said, "Jiahe, you are at home."
Jiahe nodded: "I just came back and am going on a business trip to Beijing again."
With a ding, the elevator opened.
Just when Jiahe was about to say goodbye, Aunt Zhao had already followed: "The sun is nice, let's go downstairs for a walk."
Jiahe was confused.
When he pressed the first floor, Aunt Zhao whispered: "I'm going to Beijing to get the certificate."
"Ah" Jiahe was startled.
"My daughter was playing on the computer just now and showed me photos," Aunt Zhao smiled mysteriously, "You have such a boyfriend, do you think you won't have to pay to watch movies in the future?"
Jiahe was dumbfounded.
It turns out that for these aunts, the benefits of being an actor are so simple.
"Auntie, that's someone else's joke.
Don't believe anything on the Internet, it's all fake."
Aunt Zhao hummed twice and nodded: "I understand.
My daughter has told me that she has to keep it secret even if reporters ask her."
Jiahe was completely silent.
After finally reaching the first floor, she carried the box down the steps and pulled out the lever: "Auntie, I'm leaving."
"Oh, Jiahe, is that Yi Wenze?"
Absolute voice trembled, he was so surprised that he seemed not to hear her words.
Jiahe's heart skipped a beat and he paused for a long time before turning his head to look in that direction.
I just prayed secretly in my heart, hoping that Aunt Zhao was wrong.
It's a pity that Yi Wenze's strong aura has already turned this place into a location studio.
The black car was parked by the pool, with the door half open.
He was leaning against the door like that.
However, a low-key black coat and a casual position in his pocket gave her the illusion that someone was shouting action at any time.
A heartbreaking, passionate urban love drama will be staged.
It's working time now, and it's a single-family apartment.
There are only a few or two people coming in and out of the downstairs, but they all stop and look back, excitement palpable.
Her heart quickened and slowed down, and she stood frozen in place.
Aunt Zhao seemed to be complaining in a low voice next to her that she forgot to bring her mobile phone.
Otherwise, if she took pictures and uploaded them to her daughter's scarf, she would have become an Internet celebrity or something immediately.
Suddenly, Yi Wenze seemed to have a feeling.
He turned his head to look here and clearly waved to her.
The natural greeting made her a little confused.
"Auntie, I'm leaving."
She resignedly pulled the box and said goodbye again.
When Aunt Zhao saw this, she suddenly realized: "Could it be that Yi Wenze is your boyfriend and Wu Zhilun is the soy sauce guy?"
Jiahe wanted to cry, what was this?
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Does knowing a celebrity have to be a scandal?
There were thousands of horses galloping in her chest, but she still had a smile on her face: "No, no, I am his screenwriter.
It is a purely cooperative relationship.
We are going to the company for a meeting now."
After saying that, without waiting for Aunt Zhao to ask again, she immediately pulled her The box ran quickly.
Handing the luggage to the driver, she slammed the door and let out a sigh of relief.
The next second, she found that she was right next to Yi Wenze, legs touching each other.
There was no gap.
She could even feel his body temperature.
She wanted to move away, but she was afraid that this would embarrass both of them, so she could only ask casually. : "You are looking for me" After saying that, he moved a few inches quietly.
At this time, the car was crossing the speed bump at the gate.
It bumped violently and she bumped back into him.
The legs are still touching the legs, and even the bodies are touching.
Yi Wenze couldn't help but smile: "Let's go eat first."
Ah Qing in the front seat had her headphones plugged in, while the driver was looking at the road intently, as if he had inadvertently left space for them to talk.
The more this happened, the more guilty she felt: "I booked a flight to Beijing for nine o'clock."
"I know, Qiaoqiao has already told me," he raised his wrist to look at his watch: "It's six o'clock now, there's still time to have dinner together."
What he said was natural and not far-fetched.
Jiahe also wanted to answer naturally, but after holding back for a long time, he could only say one good word.
After a while, Ah Qing started to call, and from time to time he mentioned the name of a hotel, which seemed to be where they were going.
Jiahe only felt that it sounded familiar and vaguely knew where it was.
Although it was quiet, it was a public place.
"It's better to go to your club."
She hesitated.
Yi Wenze glanced at her: "What's wrong?"
"It's a public place, so it's not very good."
Jiahe explained.
"It doesn't matter."
She hesitated to speak, it was difficult to say that she was afraid of being photographed again.
Yi Wenze didn't say anything anymore.
He picked up a magazine and flipped it in his hand.
The two of them were so close to each other, and she could even clearly feel his slight movement of turning the page, but in view of what she had just learned, she did not dare to move again until she got off the car.
When the car stopped, Ah Qing suddenly called out to Director Jiang.
Jiahe followed the sound and saw Director Jiang and his assistant director Cheng Hao talking at the door.
It turned out to be a dinner party for the crew, and she was relieved.
Unexpectedly, she was a little surprised when she entered the private room.
There were not only Yong'an crew members here, but also many unfamiliar faces.
What surprised her most was that Wu Zhilun was also there.
When he saw Jiahe, he immediately covered his cell phone which was being connected and said, "Rumor girlfriend, long time no see."
Although they were all insiders and no one would gossip randomly, this kind of teasing still made several people at the table turn their heads and look at her a few more times.
Wu Zhilun wanted to say something else, but Yi Wenze glanced at him inadvertently and successfully sealed his mouth.
There are six tables arranged in the private room.
Jiahe originally wanted to sit with Qiao Qiao, but found that she was not there, so he could only follow Yi Wenze step by step.
It was not until he finished talking to several people and was about to go to the main table that he suddenly stopped.
Yi Wenze looked down at her: "What's wrong?"
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"Can I sit with Ah Qing?"
she asked in a low voice.
He thought about it for a few seconds, and finally nodded and said, "Go ahead."
As soon as he finished speaking, someone came up to greet him, and Jiahe took the opportunity to escape.
The table where Ah Qing sat was in the corner, with most of the seats empty, and it was very quiet.
When Jiahe pulled out the chair and sat down, Ah Qing saw her and immediately said in shock: "Screenwriter, why are you sitting here?"
"It's great here," Jiahe laughed, "Look at the food on the table and half the people eating it, what a deal."
Ah Qing said oh, and seemed to think it made sense, but at the same time it felt very unreasonable.
After thinking about it for a long time, he didn't ask again.
There were lively conversations around her, but none of them had anything to do with her.
Only occasionally when someone from the crew came over to say hello, she responded with a smile, and soon treated herself like air and began to eat in silence.
I don’t know who started it, but suddenly someone mentioned that Yi Wenze was going to cooperate with Wu Zhilun to open a film production company, and he had already started discussing cooperation with many companies.
When this topic came up, many people began to tease these two people, the two most handsome production company bosses in the entertainment industry, who could not stop their future love affairs.
She couldn't help but glance at the main table and continued to eat the dishes.
It wasn't until she was almost full that someone suddenly pressed her shoulders.
Wu Zhilun stood beside her and said with a low smile: "Everything is going well with the family.
For your sake, even Aze, who doesn't like socializing the most, is willing to invite people to dinner."
Jiahe was puzzled.
"Me and you, plus so many people," he glanced around, "it's a public place again, I don't know how many photos will be leaked today.
Plus there is news from the production company, who will pay attention to that scarf?"
Jiahe suddenly realized and took a sip of tea.
I should have been relieved, but unexpectedly, I felt even more anxious.
Wu Zhilun patted her shoulder meaningfully and walked away with the wine glass.
It turned out to be this arrangement.
She turned her head to look at the main table again.
Yi Wenze was talking to someone.
Just when she was about to look away, he glanced here inadvertently.
Jiahe was so shocked that he immediately picked up the cup and pretended to look around, avoiding his gaze.
It was almost half past seven when Yi Wenze left the hotel with Jiahe.
The car was parked outside the door.
It seemed that the time had been arranged in advance.
After the two people got in the car, they immediately got on the elevated road and went straight to the airport.
"Thank you," the car was quiet, and she could only keep her voice low to avoid being heard by the driver in the front seat, "Wu Zhilun said this meal was to offset the impact of the photo."
"It's nothing.
This meal was planned, but the time was moved forward."
Jiahe hummed and thought, after all, it is right to say thank you.
After being quiet for a while, he suddenly said: "I didn't see you off that day because my legs can't drive yet."
Jiahe continued to hum, but didn't understand what he meant.
He added calmly: "So, I have no intention of letting him take over for me regarding the scandal."
Jiahe was stunned for a moment, and when he raised his head, he happened to look over.
Just when he lowered his head slightly, the phone suddenly vibrated.
She hurriedly rummaged through her bag, and it took a full minute to rummage through the place that she could usually reach within three seconds.
When I saw the text message from Gu Yu, I felt even weaker.
I simply clicked delete without even daring to read it.
But with such a big screen at such a distance, he was so close.
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Jiahe hesitated for a long time before saying, "It was a text message from Gu Yu."
Yi Wenze hummed lightly: "He's still looking for you." gd1806102: