At three o'clock in the morning, Jiahe booked the air ticket and turned off the computer.

After working with the editor and the editor, it was finally her turn to make the outline of the play. She stayed from the division to the script all the way through three months. The director passed it successfully. She naturally relaxed and ordered a ticket to Sanya and prepared to take a few days off. After all, after a week, she would stay in Hengdian, where the cold weather was frozen for three months. When would she not be lazy at this time?

Suddenly, the phone was shaking desperately, breaking her yawn.

"One good news, two bad news, which one should I listen to first?" producer Qiao Qiao shouted excitedly.

"Bad." Jiahe turned on the computer again and began to quickly search for the script folder. At this time, he received a call from the producer, which was definitely related to the script.

"Okay, you must listen first this time," Qiao Qiao obviously treated her as air, "It must be your idol."

Jiahe subconsciously blurted out: "justin   bieber?"

"Damn, we are filming costume dramas! Screenwriter!"

"I've been fascinated by him recently. I've watched the Grammy clip more than twenty times," Jiahe thought of the 17-year-old young master, and his eyes shone and began to complain to Qiao Qiao, "You don't know, I liked him when he was popular on youtube-"

"Yi Wenze."

Three words successfully pinched her throat.

Yi Wenze?

Jiahe had just clicked on the script and was completely stunned: "Are you kidding? Such a stupid drama?"

"Congratulations, you finally realized that this drama is stupid." Qiao Qiao laughed happily there.

Jiahe didn't care about her little ridicule, and asked again, "Is it really Yi Wenze?"

"Of course, I just talked about it," Qiao Qiao continued, "it's bad news now. He has opinions on the script and just gave the director a revision, so the first bad news is that your holiday is over, and the second bad news is that you have to finish before starting the computer. By the way, he is very professional and awesome, so you have suffered for three months with the team."

Yi Wenze on the computer desktop is vivid and smiling at Jiahe's signature.

Jiahe stared at the table, not paying attention to Qiao Qiao's last sentence, nor did she realize that she had hung up the phone. She only looked at this idol she liked since junior high school, and her brain was empty.

She has a whole folder of celebrity photos, all of Yi Wenze, and the entire folder of word documents, all of which are news about Yi Wenze's debut, and they are archived regardless of whether it is good or bad. Of course, she has not been as crazy as the little girl chasing stars nowadays. Moreover, due to her professional reasons, most of the time she claims that she is not interested in celebrities to show her profession... The fact is that, except for Yi Wenze, others are always short-lived stars in her eyes.

A small window suddenly popped out of the lower right corner of the screen.

It was a prompt for a new email. Jiahe opened it casually and saw the email transferred by the director.
Chapter completed!