It happened to be a red light.
Yi Wenze stopped steadily, turned his head and looked at her quietly for a while: "I saw Jiahe when she was fifteen, so you were late."
It was so easy to understand, every word was clear, but when they were connected together, she couldn't understand it.
When I was fifteen years old, I was still a freshman in No. 4 Middle School.
I took extra classes all day long and didn’t even know many people from other schools.
What's more, she had never left Beijing before that, so she couldn't go to Hong Kong.
How could she have seen him?
Could it be that Jiahe looked at him?
Which movie has lines that are provocative and suitable for instant killing?
Just then a call came in, and Jiahe could only stare at the red light turning from green to green, then pulled off his cuffs to signal that he could continue driving.
Yi Wenze held the steering wheel with one hand, put on his earphones, and started talking.
It sounded like Wu Zhilun was talking, and it looked like he was chasing him in a car.
In a few words, Tianchu's name came up.
Two words slipped into her ears quietly.
She really didn't want to eavesdrop, but Yi Wenze didn't shy away from it.
As soon as the phone was hung up, she immediately pretended to be very interested and continued the question: "Why did you say that?"
"It suddenly occurred to me," Yi Wenze seemed to have no intention of explaining, but instead changed the subject lightly, "It has been confirmed that Tianchu will sing the theme song for my movie.
You may see her this time in Tianjin."
Jiahe didn't expect that he would change the topic to this, so he stuttered and said with a smile: "She is popular now.
You are joining forces, and the publicity effect should be good."
Not only is it good, the two newly divorced people are working together again, and the overwhelming news is coming again.
She suddenly felt a little awkward when she thought about meeting Tianchu.
What happened in Hengdian two or three months ago was still fresh in her mind.
At that time, she insisted that it had nothing to do with it.
Although she was not afraid to see her now, she somehow felt like she had lied.
I can probably guess what Tianchu was thinking at that time, and he will continue to have a relationship before the lingering feelings are over.
She glanced at Yi Wenze, wondering whether to ask or not to ask, and how far it would be better to ask.
Yi Wenze started to answer the phone one by one again, without giving her any time to ask questions.
It wasn't until he got on the highway that he was finally free: "We're on the highway, fasten your seat belt."
Jiahe said oh, and pulled the safety guard over with his backhand.
Just as he buckled it up with a snap, he said again: "Tianchu is a person with too much self-esteem.
If she says anything to you, don't pay too much attention to it."
Jiahe nodded and realized that he was driving and couldn't seem to see him, so he hummed again.
"She and I signed a divorce agreement a year ago.
This matter has nothing to do with anyone.
It's just that the two of us are not on good terms," he said concisely.
"If you see something written in the news, treat it as reading a story.
No, don’t take it too seriously.”
Yi Wenze was too frank, and she felt a little embarrassed: "I understand, it's all in the past, and I won't be so petty and careless."
She paused and asked tentatively, "I feel like she Still want to get back together.”
After saying that, I just felt like my teeth were sore.
Boy and girl, isn't it too much to ask?
She glanced at Yi Wenze anxiously, and there didn't seem to be any expression of disgust, so she felt a little more at ease.
Yi Wenze seemed to be thinking about what to say, and after a while he said: "She mentioned it in Hengdian."
The car was not driving very fast, and cars kept passing by at high speeds.
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The two of them were silent for a while.
It wasn't until he stopped to refuel that he added calmly before getting out of the car: "She should know that I have a girlfriend now."
Jiahe snorted.
Although he still had many questions, he still held it back.
When he continued to ask, it really seemed like he was forcing the question.
In fact, he had been doing a good job and it was just the beginning.
He couldn't appear too petty.
The road conditions were good today, and it took the two of us just over an hour to get to Tianjin.
She didn't feel hungry until she entered the urban area of Tianjin.
She saw various restaurants and fast food restaurants passing by from time to time on both sides of the road.
She subconsciously wanted to find a place to eat, but as she spoke, she remembered that he couldn't do this.
Showing up casually can only comfort yourself to be with your idol.
There will always be sacrifices, such as now.
Hungry, her stomach ached from hunger, she rubbed her stomach quietly, silently praying that she would get to the hotel soon.
“hungry” She quickly let go of her hand: "It's okay."
"We'll be here soon," he reached out and rubbed Jiahe's head, smiling, "Hold on a little longer."
Yi Wenze's words were very reliable.
As expected, he entered a building within five minutes.
When the two of them were waiting for the elevator in the underground garage, there were five or six young people waiting around them.
As soon as they saw Yi Wenze, they all whispered Then, a few boldly took out their mobile phones and wanted to take pictures.
He just smiled and said that they could take photos, but not secretly.
Jiahe hurriedly pretended not to know him, and stood in a corner to watch him taking photos with several people.
When he entered the elevator, he deliberately stood farthest from him.
Fortunately, they were on the upper floor, and soon the last one She got out of the elevator, and when the door closed, she suddenly felt her hand being held, which was warm and strong.
Looking back, Yi Wenze was smiling down at her, a little apologetically: "Would it be uncomfortable to have a boyfriend like me?"
Jiahe thought for a moment, then suddenly smiled: "Having a girlfriend like me , will it be inconvenient?"
He smiled helplessly: "Indeed."
"Ah" Jiahe looked at him depressedly.
He leaned close to her ear: "I always need to think about what to do to make you feel at ease."
The warmth in her ears made her a little distraught.
Suddenly there was a soft ding and the elevator door had slid open.
She quickly took out her hand and motioned for him to go first.
After entering the restaurant, the leading lady saw Yi Wenze and immediately led the way enthusiastically: "Mr.
Yi, please come this way."
When he reached the door of the private room and just reached out to push the door open, Jiahe suddenly pulled him cuffs.
He turned back in confusion.
She looked at him seriously: "Actually, everyone will feel worried about gains and losses when they first start a relationship.
It will get better gradually.
You don't need to pay too much attention to it."
She paused for a moment before whispering the central idea, "Anyway, I absolutely believe you."
The private room was very lively, and it sounded like there were a lot of people there.
As soon as she finished speaking, she felt that she was too sensational.
Yi Wenze still didn't say anything.
Just when she was embarrassed, the door had been pulled open from the inside.
Wu Zhilun lowered his head to make a phone call and walked out quickly.
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He almost almost Bumped into her.
Jiahe was startled, and Wu Zhilun also subconsciously took half a step back, and suddenly he showed a proud smile that was caught by me: "How come I got here first?"
After saying that, he quickly hung up the phone and looked up at his watch, "It's delayed.
Half an hour."
He glanced at Jiahe, then at Yi Wenze, and then at Jiahe, for fear that others would not understand the meaning of his words.
Yi Wenze patted him on the shoulder and said calmly: "Believe me, half an hour is too short, not enough to do anything."
The voice was neither loud nor soft, just enough for three people to hear clearly.
Then, he pulled up the speechless Jiahe and entered the door.
There were many people in the private room.
She took a quick glance and immediately saw Tianchu and the woman beside her.
Although Jiahe had never met her in person over the years, he had seen many interviews and quickly recognized this woman as Sister Mai.
Because Yi Wenze held her hand, she felt a little embarrassed and nodded lightly: "Sister Mai."
Sister Mai smiled very friendly: "It's Jiahe.
In two days, Yong'an's media conference will be held.
I've seen the trailer.
If I'm not wrong, your worth will rise significantly."
In such an environment, this is the most suitable opening statement.
Jiahe felt warm in his heart and eased his tension slightly: "Thank you, Sister Mai."
Sister Mai smiled and patted her shoulder, then turned to look at Yi Wenze: "I called you the day before yesterday, but you refused to come today for no reason, and now you have changed your mind."
Yi Wenze asked Jiahe to sit next to him, Then he took off his baseball cap and put it on the table casually: "I had something to do, so I came over in advance."
It was a routine work meal, because Yi Wenze showed up holding her hand, so whether they knew each other or not, everyone immediately knew the relationship between the two.
Although they deliberately pretended to laugh naturally, the gossipy mood in those eyes was very good.
But He could see clearly.
Halfway through the meal, Tianchu drank cup after cup and had already drank a lot.
Jiahe looked at it uncomfortably.
She had seen this kind of thing a lot, but once she became the protagonist and was stared at by so many people, it would always be a little awkward.
What's more, people here are from Yi Wenze's company, and they have worked with Tianchu for many years.
No matter how you look at her, she is more like an outsider.
However, it seemed that only she had this feeling, but Yi Wenze was very calm.
He finished his meal quickly and asked her in a low voice: "Do you want to go back to the hotel to rest?"
Jiahe was immediately relieved and asked in a low voice: "You don't need to be here.
How about you tell me the name of the hotel and I'll take a taxi myself?"
He didn't care much: "No, I'm very tired too."
Jiahe thought about it and felt that it was getting more and more embarrassing, so he simply confessed: "Then let's go."
After the two reached a consensus, Yi Wenze began to clink glasses with a few people symbolically, saying that he had not had a good rest since coming from Shanghai and was too tired, so he would not accompany them.
No one was embarrassed at all, they just smiled and exchanged greetings.
Some people who had drunk too much looked at Jiahe ignorantly and laughed at him.
Jiahe felt even more embarrassed after hearing this, and couldn't argue with a drunk person, so he could only excuse himself to go to the bathroom, get up and escape.
There was a separate bathroom outside this room, so it was naturally very quiet.
She picked up her phone and sent Yi Wenze a text message: Tell me when you are ready.
I will wait for you at the door.
The text message came back quickly: OK, don’t worry, it will be soon.
Just when he put down his mobile phone, the bathroom door was pushed open by a hand.
Tianchu walked in a little drunk and was stunned for a moment when he saw Jiahe: "Are you leaving?"
Jiahe looked at her and locked the door with her backhand, and was a little confused. , just smiled: "I drove all the way here, I'm a little tired, I want to go back and rest."
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Tianchu's eyes were slightly covered with the smell of alcohol and other things.
After a moment of silence, he said: "How long have you been with him?"
Jiahe didn't want to say it, but looking at her look, his heart felt a little soft: "It won't be long."
She smiled, looked in the mirror, and wiped the smudged marks under her eyes: "Prince and Cinderella, you are quite far apart."
She said a word without thinking, and then she smelled some smoke.
It seems that she always has to encounter and then face such a scene.
She was a little helpless, but she still said: "In a certain sense, he is indeed a prince to me, but I don't feel that I am worthless and only Cinderella with a kind heart," she said, trying to keep her tone gentle.
Not to irritate this drunken person, "According to normal standards, I have a harmonious family, a good career, and can afford my own house and car.
Maybe we have differences in family environment and culture.
Differences will always cause friction and collision, but it is not a big problem.”
The words were so serious that she couldn't hold back after she finished speaking.
She simply sighed and said half-jokingly: "Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi.
Look at the two years of Hong Kong's financial crisis.
Many artists suffered losses when buying properties.
If his investment goes bankrupt one day, he may still need me to support his family and pay off his debts."
Well, that's right.
Screenwriters are popular all the time, but stars are not.
There are many who are in despair.
Jiahe made up his mind, and then gave his performance ninety points.
Tianchu still looked at the mirror and said nothing.
Jiahe also felt that staying here was useless, so he quickly opened the door and walked away.
When the door closed, she let out a sigh of relief.
She picked up her phone and was about to send a text message to Yi Wenze when she saw Wu Zhilun leaning against the pool with an ambiguous smile: "It's not soundproof here.
I didn't mean to hear it."
The author has something to say: Ahem, I'm bleeding out today, are you still there?
Jiahe’s words in this chapter were inspired by a good friend of mine.
She used extremely nonsensical words and words that made her feel good about herself to get her boyfriend’s ex.
As for sweetness, it is untrue.
In fact, there are too many examples of happiness around me.
I have a good friend.
She and her husband fell in love early in their senior year of high school.
Until now, when they are almost 40 years old, her husband still drives her to meetings every day.
Playing IAD while waiting in the underground parking lot.
Being a full-time driver allows me to sell my time more freely.
I also have a good friend who has been married for 15 years, and now she still pours a glass of water at home, and her husband brings it to her mouth.
Compared with them, the sweetness of the eight years of the war is nothing. gd1806102: