Over there, Yi Wenze was lighting a cigarette. When he heard her words, he obviously stopped and smiled slightly.

"Hey? Didn't you say that your idol is very high-quality? Why do you have a nude photo scanner?" When my mother heard the secret photo, she immediately became energetic, completely pulled a chair and sat down.

"Not that kind of video..."

"Secret photography, isn't it just the kind of photography?" My mother looked like I understood.

"Of course not, he has a good character!" Jiahe began to get dizzy and said silly, "This is called life perspective. You don't know that this is popular now. Fans like to see the real life of their idols. What about Mango TV's talent show? Isn't there a contestant who will follow the film 72 hours this year? That's it." As he said, he tried his best to kick under the table with his feet.

What about the plug? What about the plug?!

Suddenly, Yi Wenze raised his head and said something to his side, as if it was at the door.

My mother immediately asked: "It's going to start? Who are your idol talking to?"

She had chest tightness: "How can I know?"

I can't find the socket, have I changed my location...

"Why doesn't it look like a secret photo, my daughter?" Before my mother finished speaking, a person appeared in front of the camera. She walked behind Yi Wenze with a cup and deliberately looked at the camera, "Hey? What is this young man watching?"

Looking at that delicate and beautiful face, Jiahe was about to cry without tears. When he met Wu Zhilun again, he would definitely blow his head...

Fortunately, the next second, the video was already dark.

Most of what my mother said next was not heard. She just responded in a mess and pushed her out forcibly. Before leaving, the old lady added: "If you pass this on to me in the future, aren't you a screenwriter? It's better to have Fei Xiang, I like him."

"Okay." Jiahe locked the door, breathed a lot, and leaned against the wall.

It took a long time before she dialed the phone and apologized in a low voice: "I'm sorry, I didn't expect my mother to come in suddenly."

Yi Wenze nodded indifferently: "Are you still a video?"

"No……"

"Is the door locked?"

She nodded.

His voice suddenly lowered: "I miss you very much."

Jiahe didn't say anything, and turned this sentence in his mind and again. This is... the first time he said this, his voice was still faint and gentle, with a little low magnetic. In the past, every time he watched his confession in a movie, she could watch it with great enthusiasm and excitement than the heroine, but now, this is the first time he said this to himself.

Through the phone and more than 1,400 kilometers, he said to himself: I miss you very much.

But in four words, she started msn by mistake.

The camera seemed to have moved a place, and almost half of the study room could be seen at this angle. Yi Wenze poured a glass of water, walked over, sat down, and looked at her quietly, without rushing to speak. Jiahe sat a little awkwardly, his eyes drifting. Finally, he was really embarrassed and looked at him, but when he saw the too unreal eyebrows, he became even more awkward.

"Is Beijing hot?" he suddenly said.

"It's not very hot." Jiahe was really embarrassed to look directly at him, so he could only look down at the keyboard.

"What are the arrangements tomorrow?"

"Not yet, this weekend is off."

She continued counting the keyboard.

"I'm a plane in the morning and should arrive in Beijing at twelve o'clock."

Jiahe yelled and continued to count the keyboard. As he counted, he looked up at him suddenly: "Are you coming to Beijing?"

He refused to comment: "Have you thought about what to take me to eat?"

...

The following words were obviously answered in shock. When she finally turned off the video, she realized that she had not even asked about the flight except for knowing that it was arriving at Terminal 3 at 12 o'clock. Forget it, she would go to bed first. She put her phone on the alarm clock at 8 o'clock in the morning, thinking about having to spend an hour to wear clothes, an hour... in short, she had to get up early.

So she wanted to get up early, holding the quilt and tossed until three o'clock, and still opened her eyes in a good spirit, looking at the ceiling, and trying to hit the wall in annoyance.

Can't sleep, can't sleep...

The direct result was that she almost fainted when she was in a taxi the next day.

It was not until eleven o'clock when the bus arrived at the airport. She went to the first floor to buy a big cup of coffee and sat in the corner to spend time. Should she wait at the exit or in the parking lot? Or was she watching the trailer from afar? After thinking for a long time, there was no result. After looking at the time, six minutes had just passed.

Holding the paper cup with both hands, I began to think about the next issue.

The first sentence, what should I call him?

Teacher Yi? Obviously not suitable, Aze? It seems strange. There was a little girl behind her holding a phone and whispering softly. When she heard that she was chatting with her boyfriend. She had the same habit as Qiao Qiao, and she was just talking to her husband on the left and right, which was very sweet. I don’t know when, everyone around me had become accustomed to calling her boyfriend like this... When she thought of Yi Wenze, she could not accept it and became even more nervous.

I took another look at the time and only three minutes passed.

Suddenly, the phone rang, and a name that was clearly black and white was flashing.

She was startled and immediately picked up.

There was a little noisy around there: "Have you got up?"

"Have you got up, did you miss the plane?"

This time should be on the plane. Her first reaction was to miss it. It would be better to arrive later, so that she could make more psychological preparation time.

"No mistake," suddenly started to quarrel, as if there were reporters' voices, and fans should have picked up the plane, but his voice was as gentle as ever, which made her feel at ease immediately when she listened, "I'm waiting for you in the underground garage, and I'll call me when I'm here."

After saying that, the phone was already hung up.

Jiahe recalled this sentence, was he already here? Wasn't it twelve o'clock?

She immediately called back: "I've arrived."

Yi Wenze was a little surprised: "So early?"

Jiahe was embarrassed: "I got up early and came out at home with nothing to do. Why did you arrive so quickly?" What happened to the Civil Aviation Administration? Usually, I missed the spot by myself. Did I speed up when I saw a star on the plane? That shouldn't be an hour earlier...

Yi Wenze was probably leaving the other side, and after a while, he said, "The flight arrived at the airport at 11:00. I added some delays, I'm afraid you'll wait too long."

He was not loud, but he was very clear.

Arrived at 10 o'clock, that is, there was a 50-minute delay time left.

She didn't know how to answer, but could only hold the phone in one hand and subconsciously pinch the paper cup in the other hand... Until there was a slight sound, she found that the cup had been deformed by herself, and then she whispered: "You got in the car and tell me where the area you were in, and I'll go find you."

"Okay, no hurry, it may take some time."

"It's okay, I'll wait for you."

When the text message came in, it was already twenty minutes before she realized the true meaning of 'may take some time'. The underground garage of terminal t3 could make her lost every time, but this time she accidentally touched the position clearly. Ah Qing looked under the car and waved her immediately when she saw her. When she got closer, she said, "Teacher Yi is there, I'll leave first."

After saying that, he really left. Jiahe walked along the car in a daze and saw Yi Wenze sitting in the innermost car. He was in the driver's seat, as if he had seen her.

She was only ten steps away from the distance, and she actually hesitated. This was completely different from making a phone call. She was really waiting for herself in a car that was ten steps away, but she didn't think about what to say in the first sentence.

However, he snatched the first sentence first. Just as she got into the car and wanted to ask a thoughtful and tired sentence, he had already asked naturally: "Go to have a meal first, or go to the company first?"

It's still so natural, like the tone of being on the phone every day.

Then she felt a little real: "Let's have you had many reporters picking up the plane just now?"

He started the car: "Many, but they have been taken away by Wu Zhilun."

She breathed a sigh of relief and thought for a while: "Why go to your company to eat? Be more comfortable."

"Okay." He suddenly glanced at her.

Jiahe was a little confused. He was about to ask what was wrong, but he had already leaned over, reached out and fastened her seat belt.

In fact, she was still worried about his legs when she came over. Although she kept saying on the phone that she recovered well, she was worried after all. Now she was relieved when she saw him driving. It was the time to be warm, and the wind blew in through the half-open window, and she felt comfortable. But after a while, she began to doze off unconsciously, with her head little by little, but she still stood there and dared not fall asleep.

Yi Wenze looked funny, so he asked, "When is the time to go to bed?"

Jiahe honestly replied that she didn't fall asleep all night.

"Isn't it okay to go back to my own home?"

"Maybe," Jiahe was depressed, "I don't know why, I couldn't sleep even after tossing and turning. I just glanced at it after a while when it was dawn. Did I look very bad?"

Yi Wenze turned his head and glanced: "It's a little pale, you can sleep for a while when you come to my office."

Jiahe nodded, and his mind began to echo constantly, sleep for a while, sleep for a while...

Then, I blushed.

After a while, she couldn't hold on and fell asleep in a daze. When she woke up again, the car had already parked in front of a three-story building. Yi Wenze leaned on the seat and closed her eyes to rest. She didn't dare to disturb him, but just blinked her eyes to make the contact lenses return to wet, but suddenly her right eye blurred and her glasses fell off...

Unlucky.

She rubbed her eyes depressedly before she found that Yi Wenze had woken up: "Have the contact lenses fallen?"

"It's not so easy to fall out, maybe because I didn't sleep well last night."

"It's okay, I have it here."

Jiahe looked at him in silence.

He smiled slightly: "I brought some with you. If you want to use it temporarily, it will be much more convenient."

Jiahe ohed and his mind began to echo constantly. He should use it temporarily, and he should use it temporarily...
Chapter completed!