The reprinted numbers have soared to more than 30,000.

At the bottom of the photo, a line of words was simply followed: I couldn't sleep the night before yesterday, and I was blowing on the balcony and I saw Wu Zhilun's invisible girlfriend! And, the owner of this house is not simple either, but I won't dig it out as my idol.

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 who kept twisting his butt: Look at the number of reprints. This is just the number of reprints of the original post, and there are countless second-hand and third-hand transfers. My colleague also had it on his scarf, which scared me so much that my heart almost stopped beating.

Jiahe’s chest tightness: My heart is about to stop beating…

Then Xiao Yu no longer had a sound, as if he was in a meeting, only the fat white rabbit was left, twisting around happily.

Jiahe threw away his phone, and after less than half a second, he quickly picked up the phone and stared at the photo to look carefully. Although it was far away, he could see the side face, which was definitely not something that a mobile phone could achieve.

Much like...SLR.

Jiahe smiled bitterly. Now even civilian gossip is so professional.

Before I could think of words to comfort myself, my phone rang desperately.

"On the Internet," Qiao Qiao briefly and quickly, "watch entertainment news."

Jiahe was speechless.

"Have you been on?" Qiao Qiao continued to urge.

"It's okay with me?" Jiahe prayed desperately.

Qiao Qiao said, "Do you know? The scarf is so scary. I'm reading your posts, and I'm almost certain. Fortunately, those who know you are all polite, and there are only some 'informed people' that add fuel to the fire."

Jiahe was about to cry without tears: "I didn't know my real name."

God, don't.

"Don't panic, Wu Zhilun just clarified on his scarf. It's just that my friends, everyone has already started to dig out who the villa belongs to."

"It's okay." Jiahe breathed a sigh of relief, but for some reason, he became nervous again when he heard the second half of the sentence.

Qiao Qiao smiled: "Don't be too happy too early. Some people have already said that they saw Wu Zhilun and a girl on Huaihai Road, and took photos with their mobile phones. Although they couldn't see their faces, the car and clothes were the same. Think about it, Wu Zhilun came to Shanghai in a low-key manner, from Huaihai Road to Pudong with a woman, and drove a toy cooper. Just brain supplement is enough for you to bear. He recently appeared in a movie, and maybe he would start to banish his words and not answer the media in a while, which would be even more interesting."

Jiahe was unintentionally joking, just scolded her and hung up the phone.

Fortunately, it is just a side, not a star, so it is difficult for people to remember their faces.

The photos are different from real people, and they are very different. Jiahe keeps imagining her. When Qiao Qiao and the artist she manages were photographed having dinner, it was apart from a few friends who laughed at her, and she had no effect. Now she can only pray that she must not have good acquaintances join in the fun.

When she was a reporter, she never read the manuscripts she wrote, and she felt that they were superficial because she was afraid of printing them.

When she was a screenwriter, she never read the films she wrote, and she was afraid that the show would be very thrilling when it started.

When she was rumored, she naturally... didn't dare to watch the forum's posts.

I think it's nothing, but I'm afraid that something will happen.

She was so entangled that she began to walk from the bathroom to the bedroom, then looked at the wardrobe and confirmed whether she had all the things. After a long time, she took out her cell phone again, looked at Ctrip's text messages, and confirmed the flight ticket time. There were more than five hours left, and she was fine at home anyway, and she had time to have a decent dinner. She thought so and immediately pulled the box and locked the door and went out.

While waiting for the elevator, Aunt Zhao next door happened to come out to throw the garbage. When she saw her, she immediately stepped forward and greeted her: "Jiahe, are you at home?"

Jiahe nodded: "I just came back and I'm going to Beijing for a business trip again."

With a tingling sound, the elevator opened, and Jiahe was about to say goodbye, but Aunt Zhao had already followed in: "The sun is so bright, go downstairs and have a walk."

Jiahe was inexplicably pressed down the first floor, Aunt Zhao whispered: "Are you going to Beijing to get your certificate?"

"Ah?" Jiahe was startled.

"My daughter was playing with the computer just now and showed me the photos," Aunt Zhao smiled mysteriously, "If you have such a boyfriend, will you not have to pay for watching movies in the future?"

Jiahe was ridiculous and ridiculous. It turned out that for these aunts, the benefits of actors were so simple...

"Auntie, that's something that others are making fun of. Don't believe it online, it's all fake."

Aunt Zhao ummed twice and nodded: "I understand. My daughter told me that she would keep her mouth shut. She couldn't tell her if she asked a reporter."

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?" The absolute voice trembled, and he looked overwhelmed with surprise, as if he didn't hear her words.

Jiahe's heartbeats and pauses for a long time before turning his head to look in that direction.

I only prayed secretly in my heart, hoping that Aunt Zhao had read it wrong.

Unfortunately, Yi Wenze's powerful aura has long made this place an outdoor set.

The black car parked by the pool with the car door half open. He leaned against the car door like that. However, a low-key black coat and a casually inserted position made her feel like she was illusioned. It seemed that if someone called an action at any time, a heart-wrenching and bloody urban love drama would be staged. It is now working hours, and it is a single-family apartment. There are only three or two people entering and leaving the building, but they are all stopped looking back, and their excitement is beyond words...

Her heart was fast and slow, standing still.

Aunt Zhao seemed to be whispering to complain about not bringing her phone, otherwise she would have taken a photo and uploaded it to her daughter's scarf, and she would have immediately become an internet celebrity...

Suddenly, Yi Wenze seemed to have a sense of induction, looked around here, and obviously attacked her.

A natural greeting made her feel a little confused.

"Auntie, I'm leaving." She took the box with her fate and said goodbye again.

When Aunt Zhao saw this, she suddenly woke up: "Is Yi Wenze your boyfriend and Wu Zhilun made a soy sauce?"

Jiahe wants to cry, what is this and what is it?

Does it mean to know a celebrity... it must be a scandal?!

There were thousands of horses galloping in her chest, but she still smiled on her face: "No, no, I am his screenwriter, with a pure cooperative relationship, we are going to the company for a meeting." After that, without waiting for Aunt Zhao to ask, she immediately pulled the box and ran away quickly.

Handing the luggage to the driver, she hit the car door herself and breathed a sigh of relief.

The next second, she found that she was just legs close to Yi Wenze, with no gaps, and she could even feel his body temperature... She wanted to move away, but was afraid that this would make each other embarrassed, so she could only ask casually: "Are you looking for me?"

After saying that, he moved a few inches quietly.

At this time, the car was passing the speed bump at the gate, and it bumped violently, and she bumped back to him.

The legs are still close to each other, and even the body is pressed together...

Yi Wenze couldn't help but smile: "Go to have a meal first?"

Ah Qing was stuffed with headphones in front, while the driver was staring at the road intently, as if leaving room for them to speak at the same time.

The more this happens, the more guilty she feels: "I booked a flight ticket to Beijing, it's nine o'clock."

"I know, Jojo has told me," he raised his wrist to look at his watch. "It's six o'clock now, and there's still time to have supper together."

What he said was natural is not far-fetched. Jiahe also wanted to answer naturally, but after holding it in for a long time, he only said a good word.

After a while, Aqing started to call, and from time to time he brought out the name of a hotel, which seemed to be where they were going. Jiahe only felt 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, it's not very good," Jiahe explained.

"It doesn't matter."

She wanted to speak but stopped, and she couldn't say that she was afraid of being photographed again.

Yi Wenze didn't say anything anymore, took the magazine casually and flipped it in his hand. The two of them were just close together, and she could even clearly feel his slight movements of turning the pages, but given the lessons from the previous car just now, she didn't dare to move again until she got off the car.

When the car stopped, Aqing suddenly called Director Jiang. Jiahe looked in the voice and saw Director Jiang and Deputy Director Cheng Hao talking at the door. It turned out to be a dinner for the crew, so she breathed a sigh of relief. Unexpectedly, she was a little surprised when she entered the private room. Not only were there crew members of "Yong'an", but there were many strange faces. What surprised her the most was that Wu Zhilun was also there.

When he saw Jiahe, he immediately covered the phone that was being connected: "Rumored girlfriend, long time no see."

Although they are all insiders and no one can gossip, this kind of teasing still made people at several tables turn their heads and look at her a few more times. Wu Zhilun wanted to say something else, but Yi Wenze had already looked at him inadvertently and successfully sealed his mouth.

Six tables were arranged in the private room. Jiahe thought of sitting with Qiao Qiao, but found that she was not there, so she could only follow Yi Wenze step by step. It was not until he finished talking to a few people and was about to go to the main table that he suddenly stopped.

Yi Wenze looked down at her: "What's wrong?"

"Can I sit with A Qing?" she asked in a low voice.

He thought about it for a few seconds, and finally nodded and said, "Go."

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 was in a corner, with most of the empty spaces, which was very quiet.

When Jiahe pulled open the chair and sat down, Aqing saw her and immediately said in surprise: "Screenwriter, why are you sitting here?"

"It's good here," Jiahe laughed, "Look at a table of dishes and half a table of people, how cost-effective it is."

Ah Qing said oh, as if she thought it made sense, but she also felt it made sense. She thought about it for a long time and didn't ask again.

There were warm conversations around her, but they had nothing to do with her. They just occasionally came to say hello, and then she responded with a smile, and soon treated herself like air and started eating silently. Someone suddenly said that Yi Wenze was going to cooperate with Wu Zhilun to open a film production company, and he had already started talking about cooperation with many companies. On this topic, many people began to tease the two of them, the two most handsome production companies in the entertainment industry, and they couldn't stop their future peach blossoms.

She couldn't help but look at the main table and continued to eat food in a mess.

It was not until he was almost full that his shoulder was suddenly pressed down. Wu Zhilun stood beside her and said with a low smile: "Everyone is harmonious, everything is prosperous. For you, Aze, who doesn't like socializing the most, is willing to invite someone to dinner."

Jiahe is puzzled.

"You and I, plus so many people," he glanced around, "It's a public place again, I don't know how many photos will leak out today. With the news from the production company, who will pay attention to that scarf?"
To be continued...