Yong'an's achievements were beyond imagination.
Jiahe had just handed in the last episode of the adapted drama, and Director Jiang over there had already called.
The general idea was that he wanted to film a sequel to Yong'an.
Jiahe lay on the bed and hummed, still a little confused.
He threw away the phone, turned over, and fell into Yi Wenze's arms to continue sleeping.
It took a full minute for her to string those sentences together.
Then he grabbed Yi Wenze's arm and started shaking him: "Sequels, I hate sequels the most."
The eyelashes of the person in front of him fluttered, but he did not open them.
He stretched out his arms to wrap her around her: "Good morning, wife."
His breath hit his ears, almost silently, completely blocking her voice.
Soon, the phone rang again.
She stretched out her hand from the quilt and struggled for a long time before picking it up.
Over there, Qiao Qiao was smiling: "Congratulations, we started talking about the sequel and the price increased, and I became famous as a producer thanks to you."
Jiahe was almost out of breath, trying to keep his voice normal: "I'll call you later ” Qiao Qiao was surprised: "I'm busy so early.
My schedule is not like yours."
Jiahe gritted his teeth and was speechless.
The phone was quickly picked up by the person on his body.
Yi Wenze's voice was gentle and slightly apologetic: "My wife is doing morning exercises.
I'll call you later."
The moment the phone was hung up, Jiahe's ears were almost deafened by Qiao Qiao After doing morning exercises, she immediately wanted to fall asleep again.
Then she remembered that she would still have time today, so she could only get up with gritted teeth: "What should I do?
How to write a sequel?
The world is settled now that we are married and have children.
How can we create another one?"
"Xiao San" quickly organized the favorite formats of popular domestic dramas in his mind, and he was embarrassed at first.
If you write like this, you might as well kill me.
"How many episodes is it now?"
He brought clean clothes, turned on the hot water and lowered his head to kiss her.
"Almost a thousand, we haven't talked about it seriously yet," Jiahe pushed him, his face turned red and said, "We are talking about serious matters."
The sound of water rushing, the water level in the bathtub slowly rising, layers of ripples hitting the white porcelain, filled with water mist.
He bent down to look at her and smiled quietly: "Honey, this is a very serious thing."
Jiahe was almost driven to death by him and pushed him into the bathtub in embarrassment: "Didn't you just finish your morning exercises?"
After saying that, he choked first and immediately slammed the door and went out to avoid being implicated again.
Yi Wenze has been free for a while since he came back, and he conscientiously serves as Jiahe's full-time driver every day.
But every time he was forced to stop far away and was not allowed to show his face.
In the end, even Wu Zhilun laughed at Yi Wenze for being so thoroughly hidden by the golden house.
In fact, the most frustrating thing is Jiahe herself, who is always with her, making it impossible for her to do what she wants to do.
It wasn't until Yi Wenze went to do a studio shoot for a magazine interview that Jiahe took the time to go shopping thoroughly.
When Yi Wenze returned home in the evening, she sat on the sofa with her eyes flashing, and there were a lot of bags beside her.
He stood in the entrance hall to change his shoes.
Jiahe couldn't wait to take out shorts and socks of various sizes: "I bought you a lot."
She was talking about the sizes.
Yi Wenze looked at her quietly until she After finishing the display, he smiled and said: "You have been busy all day today, so you just went to buy these."
"Obviously, I'm exhausted."
Jiahe took the scissors and removed the labels one by one.
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"Although you always wear sterile underwear, it still looks awkward to me.
My uncle is the only one in our family who looks like you because he is a surgeon.
It’s the same habit.
But I feel dirty every time I have surgery, so you’d better be normal.”
Suddenly.
He lowered his head and smiled, then came over and sat next to her, hugging her from his side: "How come you know my size so well?"
We've all lived together for so long.
Of course she didn't say this, she just folded everything: "As for you, after you take a bath every day, throw the dirty clothes into the basket next to the washing machine.
Remember to separate them by category, and I will wash them for you in batches. ."
She broke away from his arm and walked into the bedroom holding a pile of pantyhose.
He sat on the sofa and subconsciously wanted to touch a cigarette.
He gave up after thinking about it, picked up the remote control and turned on the TV.
When Jiahe came out, he saw him looking at the TV screen carefully, and he knew what it was just by listening to the dialogue.
She walked over and sat next to him.
This was the first time she seriously read something she had written.
"Don't you feel awkward looking at something you acted?"
She was curious, wouldn't Yi Wenze feel embarrassed?
She was the one who wrote it, and just listening to these bloody dialogues made her blush.
He is an actor, so he won't feel embarrassed if he plays these scenes where thunder comes and goes.
"I'm thinking about how you feel when you write this."
He was thoughtful.
On the screen, he was holding Liao Jing and softly speaking a long and provocative dialogue.
Jiahe hugged the cushion and groaned for a long time before saying: "I don't know, the plot requires it."
After it was over, she could memorize it, and it was time for the kiss scene.
Suddenly, the screen went completely dark.
Because the lights had been turned off just now, Jiahe's eyes didn't get used to the darkness for a moment before he kissed her thoroughly.
She was still thinking about the next kiss scene, feeling a little uncomfortable.
When she wanted to push him, he was already holding her in his arms naturally.
Jiahe snorted: "Don't try to bribe me with your beauty.
There will be no passionate scenes in the sequel."
I'm so angry, I'm so angry, the acting is so touching She heard him say: "My friend is going to hold a concert and invite me to be a guest."
Just change the topic, Jiahe continued to resent, sequel to sequel, I don't want to write a sequel.
Thinking of Yi Wenze's kiss scene, I felt sour and sad to death.
"This is his first show in the Mainland," Yi Wenze whispered, "Do you want to go and see it?"
Jiahe leaned quietly in his arms, thinking silently, I don't care, don't try to bribe me with a concert ticket.
However, she still had some small waves.
For a long time, except for one or two albums he recorded when he first debuted, he never sang again.
After a while, she couldn't bear the itching anymore and took the initiative to shake her tail and said: "Give me three."
Then, she couldn't help but kiss him.
After thinking about it for a while, she couldn't help but kiss him twice more.
Wu Jiazhilun was right.
He found his loved ones outside once and found them a hundred times.
It shouldn't be awkward at all.
Yi Wenze raised his eyebrows slightly: "You are taking the initiative to invite me."
What does it mean to get burned?
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She definitely asked for it.
It wasn't until she got the ticket that she understood who Yi Wenze was talking about.
Qiao Qiao gave her a thumbs up, you are awesome, these tickets were sold at such high prices, you actually got three tickets in a row.
Jiahe pouted and glanced at her deliberately, not looking at who my man was.
Xiao Yu patted her shoulder sadly.
There are a lot of disadvantages to being a celebrity, but only a few advantages.
You are really enjoying yourself.
Because Qiao Qiao and Xiao Yu arrived late, the three of them didn't have time to eat, so they bought coffee and cakes at the Starbucks station at the door.
Holding them in their hands, they entered the venue among countless beauties.
It wasn't until he sat down that Jiahe looked at the people around him waving light sticks that he realized that the three elderly people had forgotten the necessary weapons for watching the concert.
She poked Qiaoqiao and said, "Go out and buy some of the biggest ones."
Qiao Qiao was taking a sip of coffee: "Why do you always boss me around?"
"Of course you have to contribute to the tickets I paid," she glanced at Xiao Yu who was calm, "If you can ask for a smile, that's up to you."
Qiao Qiao was depressed: "I can't afford to offend someone who drives a white car.
It’s better to send yourself.”
Just when Qiao Qiao went out, Jiahe saw the new tattoo on Xiao Yu's back and exclaimed: "I really got it."
Xiao Yu hummed and said nothing.
She drank her coffee knowingly.
There were several fans behind her who were chatting and guessing about today's guests.
She was listening to each other, biting her lips and looking at Xiao Yu: "I said, it's been twelve years, and you haven't done that yet."
Reaction?"
Xiao Yu lowered his head, opened the plastic bag of bread, and took a bite: "I love him voluntarily, and he has no obligation to reciprocate."
"How about," Jiahe said with twinkling eyes, "I'll match Wu Zhilun for you."
"Didn't you say that he looks like a woman and is an alcoholic?"
Xiao Yu looked like you were trying to force someone to buy or sell someone.
Jiahe tore open the plastic bag angrily: "I really want to write him an anonymous letter.
If the prince doesn't kiss her anymore, Sleeping Beauty will go into sleep and become a vegetative state."
Xiao Yuzheng took a sip of coffee and almost spit it out.
When Qiaoqiao came back, the band's warm-up session had already begun on the stage.
She put the glow stick into the hands of the two people, and immediately stood up and shouted their names.
Jiahe looked at her in embarrassment.
Before coming, she said she didn't like it, but she got into the mood so quickly.
However, in this atmosphere, everyone was standing, and the two of them couldn't really see anything while sitting.
In the end, they could only go with the flow, stand up, and listen to five songs in a row before they had to sit down.
The person on the stage suddenly coughed into the microphone: "You must have guessed the guest this time for a long time.
If it weren't for him being in Beijing, it would be really difficult for me to make an appointment."
Jiahe's heart trembled, and his arm had already been stabbed by Qiao Qiao: "It's going to shake the place, Yi Wenze hasn't sung for many years."
Jiahe said absently: "It's been so many years, I can barely remember it. " While they were saying these two words, someone was walking out from the side of the stage, carrying a guitar.
Because it was a dark place and there was no light chasing, except for the first few rows of the infield, the back could not be seen clearly.
For a while, I could only hear someone shouting in front of me, but the outfield was a little quiet.
I couldn't hear the voices in the front row clearly, and they were all guessing.
By the time he reached the spot where he was chasing the light, before he even picked up the microphone, the whole place was already screaming and completely boiling.
Countless glow sticks and countless people shouted Yi Wenze, I love you.
He picked up the microphone and said, "I love you too," and then smiled lightly, "I haven't stood on this kind of stage for a long time, and I seem a little unaccustomed to it."
Scream, still scream.
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Even Jiahe was a little excited and turned into an excited fan.
Under the spotlight, there were the two of them, and on the big screens on both sides, there was a close-up view of him.
The protagonist smiled, hugged his shoulders, and joked about the warm scene.
The general idea was just the local customs of Beijing and the interesting things when he came.
Just when Jiahe was listening happily, the conversation on the stage changed and he started making a private joke: "Is your girlfriend here?"
Yi Wenze sat down, lowered his head to tune, and said warmly: "She is here."
After a subtle silence, a louder scream broke out.
Even Qiaoqiao covered her ears and protested loudly, "Crazy, crazy, crazy."
At this moment, something seemed to slip into the deepest part of his heart.
Jiahe held the fluorescent stick a little stiffly and could hardly hear Qiaoqiao's teasing.
"I didn't write this song, but it's suitable for tonight, for you and her."
He lowered his head, playing pure guitar accompaniment without any noise.
"If the sun cannot be seen tomorrow, what will happen to the whole world?
At this last moment, let me hug you tightly.
Hold you, hold you, hold you.
If life is really impermanent, I am willing to face it calmly.
Don't panic, you are by my side, you give me strength to hold you, hold you, hold you.
The voice was very light and clean, suppressing the atmosphere of the entire scene.
It was obviously a concert, but it was too quiet.
It was as quiet as if he was sitting in front of me, singing this song casually.
The author has something to say: Zhang Chenyue's "Hold You" was once sung to me, and it made me burst into tears. s Ayue, I’m sorry for using Nai’s song, because I love this song so much gd1806102: