Two nurses walked downstairs, and one of them glanced quietly for a few more times. It was probably also thought of Yi Wenze who moved in, and whispered to the people around him, passing Jiahe.

"Actually, there is no need to explain these things specifically," Jiahe waited for no one around, and then looked at her with a smile. "Teacher Yi didn't tell me, maybe because he felt that there was no need to pay attention to this kind of thing, it was just a simple breakfast."

Screenwriter is such a good profession. He can easily write such words without any effort. He is no longer as stupid as he used to be, but only knows how to listen to the popular saying. After listening to it for half an hour, he almost died of internal injuries...

Tian Chu smiled perfectly and patted her on the shoulder: "Don't take it too seriously. You will get used to it when you have too many things. I used to it as well. I didn't know if I was patted. If something went wrong, it would be a mess." Tian Chu said that the needle was hidden in the cotton, and the needle was in place, but there was no trace left.

Jiahe smiled: "But, thank you."

Tian Chu said some more words of advice, looking as friendly as an old acquaintance. Before leaving, he remembered the endorsement matter and specifically told Jiahe that if he had the chance, he would give priority to his friends. Jiahe also said thank you, but he secretly cursed Xiao Yu who was far away in Beijing...

It was probably because he was afraid of reporters' besieging him, so Tianchu left soon.

Jiahe had no watch and his mobile phone was scrapped. He could only estimate the time based on his hunger level, and judged whether he should eat first and then go to see his idol, or watch his idol first and then eat. Then he touched him back to the third floor and wanted to see where Xiaoou was. At this time, the reporter had been driven away by the nurse. There was only Aqing calling outside the ward, which seemed to be coordinating working hours.

"Screenwriter," Ah Qing happened to see her, covered her phone and called, "It just so happened that there was no one, come here quickly."

Wave, open the door, and do it in one go.

Jiahe didn't know what to say anymore, so he hurried into the ward.

The room was clean, with only two hospital beds, and there were many bouquets of flowers on the vacant one, which looked very beautiful.

Yi Wenze sat on the bed beside the window, covered in the warm spring sun, and looked up at Jiahe. He was wearing a simple white shirt, his cuffs were folded and rolled to his elbows, and his legs were wearing a simple white quilt in order to prevent the reporter's spear and cannon.

There was a monitor next to me, and there was an open notebook in front of me.

Jiahe saw that he was wearing Bluetooth headphones and guessed that he was making a phone call, so he called out with a lip typing: Teacher Yi.

He smiled slightly: "Do it for a while and wait until I finish this call."

Jiahe sat down obediently, put his backpack on his lap, and waited for him to call, not daring to make any noise.

There was a telephone conference there, and they were talking about reports, which seemed to be the business of Yi Wenze's company.

Artists are hard work. When they have money, they will naturally make money. It is best to make money with a lot of money without having to be exposed to wind, sun and rain. As a senior fan for more than ten years, she is still very concerned about her idol's career. Although she is not as good as those older artists who hold multiple listed companies, she still makes a lot of money...

Jiahe sighed inwardly at his idol's dedication and stared at him for a while. It was not until Yi Wenze picked up the water cup and looked at her that she quickly turned her eyes. After taking a sip of moistening her throat, Yi Wenze put down the glass cup and continued the conference call. Most of the time, he said that he was just listening carefully, and occasionally said a few words.

"What are you thinking?" At some point, he had hung up the phone and was still looking at the screen to type.

"Nothing." Jiahe hurriedly said.

"Have you got a meal yet?"

Jiahe hesitated for a moment and honestly said no.

He glanced at the bottom right corner of the screen: "It's half past one, haven't eaten yet?"

Jiahe wanted to say that she had no chance to eat, but she swallowed the words back when she was at her mouth, and just said casually: "I forgot to eat."

"Forgot?" Yi Wenze's hand stopped for a moment and repeated it calmly.

"I got up too late," Jiahe added embarrassedly, "I heard Qiao Qiao say you were injured and ran over before I had time to eat." Then I saw a lot of reporters, and was stimulated by Tian Chu, and then... it was obviously a simple question, why did it make it very complicated when you met an idol?!

Yi Wenze didn't ask any more questions, called Aqing in and asked her to buy a meal. When Aqing was about to go out, he casually added: "Let's see if there is a restaurant with freshly ground coffee nearby, bring a cup of conpanna back. If there is no conpanna, buy mocha."

Aqing was stunned: "Teacher, have you stopped drinking coffee for a long time?"

Yi Wenze casually said, "It's for Jiahe."

Aqing said oh, closed the door and ran away.

It is another quiet that makes people restless.

Jiahe began to think hard that she was not here to visit the patient. She didn't say a polite and soothing word, but inexplicably asked someone to take care of her for a meal... She stared at the beating of the monitor and suddenly remembered the photo.

The reason I just said to Tian Chu was because I was somewhat hostile to Tian Chu who cheated on him, but her words were not unreasonable. If this photo was circulated at this time and place, I would not even imagine what the result would be.

"There's something," she decided to ask clearly, "I want to know if it will affect you."

"About the photo?" Yi Wenze clicked the mouse and the email was sent successfully.

Jiahe nodded, hesitating whether to tell him what Tian Chu said. Yi Wenze had closed the computer and placed it casually on the table on the right: "What Tian Chu told you?"

Jiahe nodded, and had the urge to worship his idol as a prophet.

"You don't have to care too much about Tian Chu, this matter is not serious."

"That night, Tian Chu... Teacher Tian said that I looked kind-hearted, was it because of this photo?"

Since we have all said this, just ask clearly.

"Probably."

"Then why don't you tell me?" Jiahe blurted out, suddenly feeling that this was inappropriate, and immediately added, "I mean, if this photo causes trouble, if I know the situation, at least I can prepare a suitable statement in advance..."

The wording is getting more and more excessive. What does "suitable statement" mean? It seems like something really is. Forget it, let's apologize directly. It's all my own accident that makes people take such a clear face.

"Sorry," Yi Wenze's voice was very gentle, "It's just a small matter, I didn't tell you specifically."

Jiahe looked at him in surprise, and even the words of apologizing were snatched...

The door was suddenly pushed open.

A young nurse came in, looked at the monitoring data, and asked a few more questions in a low voice. Her voice was so gentle that she could pinch out the water. Jiahe began to unfairly guess that the nurse in this room would definitely take the job by drawing lots... After the nurse finished her work, she caught a gap. When she wanted to continue the topic, someone knocked on the door a few more times.

It's really lively.

"Screenwriter," Xiao Ou touched his head in, "Jojo said he won't wait for you to have a meal, let you solve it yourself."

Jiahe said resentfully: "Okay."

"Do you want me to buy it for you?" Xiao Ou Dao.

"……No."

"It's almost two o'clock, why do you have to eat something?" Xiao Ou comforted me conscientiously.

"Xiao Ou," Yi Wenze interrupted the tug-of-war between the two, "Aqing has gone down to buy food. Please go and take a look. She is not very familiar with the road here."

"Oh, okay." Xiao Ou then realized it, shrank his neck and went out consciously.

Yi Wenze picked up the water cup and found that he had almost drunk it. Jiahe naturally took the cup: "I'll add some water to you," she walked to the water dispenser and stopped again: "Do you want it to be hot or warm?"

I was silent for a moment behind me: "Hot."

Jiahe pressed the switch and said that the water dispenser was not very useful. The water flow was very thin, but because of the quietness of the room, even the sound of connecting water was clearly permeable. Jiahe stiffened his arms and silently recited faster and faster, but the water dispenser became more and more unsatisfactory, which was simply outrageous.

"Where is your phone?" he suddenly asked.

Qiao Qiao asked her but asked someone to pass a message. Obviously something was wrong with her phone.

"I accidentally fell into the water yesterday and it was scrapped," she pressed the switch, turned around, and handed the water cup to Yi Wenze, and said embarrassedly, "Fortunately I will go back to Shanghai soon. Otherwise, I was really afraid of delaying my work, it would be a pity for my little bird record-"

"You're going back to Shanghai?" Yi Wenze took the glass, held it in his hand, and took a sip.

"Yes," Jiahe smiled and happened to meet his sight. He was nervous for no reason. "The next movie is in Beijing. You have to prepare first. You have to go to a few meetings in advance. It is more convenient to stay in Shanghai. You know, Director Jiang takes care of the screenwriter, and usually communicates with him through him. Others don't have such good treatment."

Thinking about other companies and groups, she was so angry that she wanted to stay out all day and didn't have to deal with those actors.

Yi Wenze smiled: "Have you adapted yet?"

Jiahe smiled awkwardly: "If you really have a good personality problem, if you ask me to add a few lines, I don't know how to refuse." There is a kind of person in the world called Lao Haoren, who definitely refers to herself. When she thinks about her group, she always hides debts like she owes money, and she is so hurt internally.

Others can eat, drink and have fun and practice Tai Chi calmly, so why can’t they learn it yourself?

Yi Wenze looked at her thoughtfully: "So, if there is another chance to cooperate next time, I should have more meals with you and strive for the screenwriter's preference?" Although he spoke seriously, his smile had spread from his lips to his eyes, mixed with a little joking feeling.

"That... is actually just a fun thing to say. If I really have such great power, why do I have to do with the editor and the director?" Jiahe pretended to be relaxed and cleared his throat.

Yi Wenze still looked at her with a smile, but just smiled and said nothing.

Ah Qing was really unfamiliar with the roads near the hospital. She bought a meal for a long time, and the coffee was already a little cold when she got it.

After Aqing came in, Yi Wenze didn't say anything. He just turned on the computer, slowly typing the keyboard with his fingers, and began to flip through the web page slowly, as if he was a little absent-minded.

Looking at his slightly frowning eyebrows, Jiahe understood that he must have disturbed his idol's business. He hurriedly took a few sips of coffee without having time to drink it, and hurriedly said goodbye and left the door.

The tension when he came had long disappeared, but Yi Wenze's absent-minded expression just now always lingered.

It was not until the elevator stumbled on the ground that she suddenly remembered that she had no way to contact Xiao Ou, so she could only return to the third floor and wanted to borrow Aqing to use it. As soon as she walked to the door of the ward, she saw a doctor walking out with the young nurse just now and whispered: "Look, big stars are not something that ordinary people can do. If it were ordinary people, they would have been in bed and would not be able to get hurt."

Jiahe was so nervous that she waited until Aqing came out that she asked her: "What's wrong?"

Aqing whispered: "Screenwriter, why are you back?"

Jiahe signaled her to whisper: "I'll borrow your phone from you. What's wrong with you just now? Is there any problem?"

Aqing immediately lowered his voice: "I did a lot of preoperative examinations in the morning. I was supposed to arrange the surgery at noon, but Teacher Yi insisted on queuing until evening," she looked at Jiahe with heartache and sighed, "Just just now, he said that half of the conference call would continue, and asked the doctor for analgesics. I found that his shirt was soaked."
Chapter completed!