In the upper right corner, there is a scribbled handwriting: yousmileismile.

The surroundings calmed down at a moment, and Yi Wenze stood on her right, holding up a cup of tea, and quietly looking at the display screen.

Jiahe laughed stiffly. Just as he was about to double-click the folder, he suddenly stretched out his hand and pointed to a position and asked: "Is this the cover of "vogue" in 2007?"

"Yes." She held the white mouse and her palms were numb.

"Aqing has been looking for the cover of this issue," he paused for a moment and continued, "I have time to copy it to her."

Jiahe nodded again, immediately double-clicked the file, and inserted it into the U disk.

The USB flashes red light constantly, prompting that the connection is successful.

Liao Jing suddenly smiled, picked up the flower teapot, and reached out to add a cup of tea to Director Jiang opposite him: "I didn't expect Jiahe is still a fan of Aze." Director Jiang took a sip, as if he suddenly remembered something: "I forgot if I don't say it. When she met Jiahe for the first time, the editor mentioned that she was the screenwriter to write a book for Aze one day."

Have I said it?!

Jiahe has the urge to break big stones on his chest...

Yi Wenze smiled and instead talked to Director Jiang in Cantonese to talk to Jiahe's editor. Everyone is smart, but the screenwriter happens to be a hardcore fan of the male lead. He quickly brought the topic over. Jiahe quickly copied and revised the script and found an excuse to escape from the room.

It was not until she was in the corridor that she felt dizzy when she felt her face was so moist that she was so embarrassed.

Walking from Director Jiang’s room to her room, she made more than a dozen assumptions within ten steps, how can she be scammered? Change the screenwriter to join the team... It was not until she saw Qiao Qiao huddling on her bed that she regained her soul: "Why are you here? Where is the bassist?"

Qiao Qiao bit the back of her teeth: "He said there was a performance and he wouldn't come anymore," she said, and wiped her nose with a tissue, "They are so good, let you come back first?"

Jiahe looked at her resentfully and quickly recounted her predicament just now. Qiao Qiao immediately burst into tears and laughed, patted the bed, let her sit beside her, and put her on her shoulder: "He, think about it, Yi Wenze's feelings are very sad, and it is most suitable for men and women prostitutes."

Jiahe immediately exploded: "If you can't live a life of vain, what if you don't want to give up?"

Qiao Qiao wailed and fell on the bed with her pillow in her arms: "Miss, I'm in a low mood, please pay attention to the wording."

"Since your sophomore year's love breakup caused me to climb out in the middle of the night, don't expect to hear good things again in this life."

Qiao Qiao laughed and scolded, held the pillow, and began to touch her phone and send text messages desperately.

After Jiahe was tricked by these words, she finally got all three souls and seven spirits.

Some things are always eternal, such as the number one male and female characters always have scandals, such as Qiao Qiao always loses when she falls in love, and Jiahe's super self-comfort function. She even slowly began to sigh Yi Wenze's graceful reaction, worthy of being her idol, and even this embarrassing situation can be resolved...

"He has been popular for more than ten years, and even my mother is his fan. Don't think that being a screenwriter will understand the entertainment industry. Soaking radish in the jar for two months is pickled vegetables. If you soak in the gauze for twenty years, you will be pickled with bad water." Qiao Qiao said that, and then fell asleep. The screenwriter's schedule is three or ten in the evening, but she has to get up at seven o'clock to set makeup and can't afford it.

At seven o'clock the next morning, Jiahe was awakened by Xiao Ou's call while she was still sleeping. When she answered, she was almost crying: "Is Qiao Qiao there or not? Her phone turned off." Jiahe threw the phone on Qiao Qiao's face and continued to sleep with her head covering. Listening to Qiao Qiao's tingling and tossing for ten minutes before she could calm down.

Just as Mr. Zhou was about to hide from his past grudges and was about to contain her again, his cell phone suddenly buzzed again.

"Don't call me before nine o'clock," Jiahe couldn't even open her eyes, "I'll die of sleep..."

"Crazy, guess who I saw." Qiao Qiao continued to roar regardless of his life and death.

“…”

"Gu Yu."

“…”

"It's the Gu Yu who was originally a young reporter, but later left the lucky one to climb to the editor-in-chief of the magazine and dumped you!"

"...I know." Do you repeat it in such a detailed way?

"He personally brought the reporter to interview Liao Jing. I swear, there is definitely something wrong!"

"……Then."

"When Liao Jing mentioned your name, he actually asked you to do an interview with you, but I refused."

Jiahe touched the computer at hand and started singing, so that he could completely wake up from his dream.

"Forget it, if he wants to give us favors, we will continue."

The song that slowly came out was "As Early", and the cover version of Zhang Yu was even more cold. Jiahe asked about the room number, hung up the phone and hugged it in the quilt. She struggled for a long time before she touched the clothes and put them on one by one. She was dazed in a daze, while lamenting this unexpected coincidence, she spontaneously included this thunder plot into the brain's material library. The old love was tied with female stars. How informative, the audience was absolutely clenched with fists and waited for the heroine to explode.

Explosion? She looked at the mirror in the bathroom and remembered that she and Comrade Gu hadn’t seen each other for five years.

A match for each other is suitable for any era. At that time, she was a young reporter, so she could not expect the magazine editor to keep her mind as usual, right? The entertainment industry has an open and unspoken rule, while the media industry has a secret rolling sheet, marriage is used to have an extramarital affair, and legs are used to split.

In fact, she really didn't suffer much when she broke up. It was probably because she knew that her views on emotions have always been "knowing". If she goes further, I will make a step forward, and if she takes a step back, I will take a step back three steps.

So when Gu Yu was about to retreat, she had no way out and could only completely withdraw from that circle.

The owner of the Marriott hotel is very good at doing business. The central air conditioner in the hall and corridor is turned off all year round, which is so cold that she rubbed her hands, wrapped her scarf three times before walking along the corridor to the door of the room, and knocked on the door a few times.

She fell asleep at half past four last night because she was too embarrassed last night. She was so tired that she felt so happy when she went out at this time.

The one who opened the door was Qiao Qiao. She bared her teeth at Jiahe and let her in.

Because it is exclusively for makeup, this room has plenty of air conditioning.

The person inside was busy, but the female lead was sitting outside, waiting for an interview. She put on makeup early in the morning, with a high bun, and was very pleasing to the eye. She held a microphone and looked down at the manuscript she had prepared early. A young reporter stood on one side, and the person sitting next to Liao Jing was wearing a proper suit, without a tie, and her face was very elegant, and she was whispering to discuss the details with her.

"Teacher Gu," Qiao Qiao smiled slightly, "We screenwriter is here."

When Gu Yu raised his head, Liao Jing also put down the manuscript: "Jiahe, I heard from Teacher Gu that you were colleagues before?"

"It was a long time ago," Jia Hejing looked at Gu Yu, "I can't be a reporter but I can only change careers and make a living."

Gu Yu also looked back, but smiled without saying a word.

"That's right. Let's take a photo with A Ze and release it at the same time as the makeup photo." After she said that, she smiled at Gu Yurou, just right.

"Jiahe has always been fascinated by Yi Wenze," Gu Yu cleared his throat and said with a smile, "This time it's a fate."

"So you know it too?" Liao Jing laughed, "Director Jiang also said yesterday that Jiahe entered the industry just for Aze."

Gu Yu raised his head with interest and glanced at Jiahe.

"You know, I liked him when I was thirteen." Jiahe honestly said the facts, but seemed to use this sentence to tell him that if you come first and come later, you, Gu Yu, are definitely not the first one.

Qiao Qiao pressed her forehead and gave a hint of laughter.

She felt the subtle atmosphere and then suddenly looked back at the direction of the dressing room. Yi Wenze came out at some point, wearing a moon-white ancient costume, looking at them with a smile. The robe was slow and her eyebrows were as bright as a carpet. Jiahe was a little distracted. She only remembered the sentence in her mind: Even if she was young and romantic, she could enter the painting, but she still had a style and could not translate it.

At this time, she was wrapped in a thick down jacket and her scarf covered most of her face. Because she had been talking and forgot to take off her coat, her face was already a little hot and red, and it fell into the eyes of others, so there was naturally something else.

Liao Jing is a smart person and immediately laughed: "Aze, how do you feel when you are confessed to her by fans so closely?"

Yi Wenze's smile became deeper and deeper: "It's a great honor."

This kind of interview is very simple. In fact, the manuscript has been prepared in advance. The communication between Gu Yu and Liao Jing just now was only slightly adjusted. If a lazy reporter is a reporter, he can ask the crew for photos to publish. There is no need to go like this. Jiahe naturally understands these things, and it is no wonder that Qiao Qiao said there is something tricky in it.

Of course, for the crew, with the help of mainstream media, I can’t help but ask for it. Who cares about the coming and going here?

When taking the last photo, Liao Jingzhen did not forget to pull Jiahe, but she repeatedly said that she was not in line with the rules and refused. She sat on the side, lowered her head in distress, thinking about whether she wanted to go back to take a break. When the photo was taken there, Yi Wenze suddenly stood up and walked to Jiahe and sat down: "Qiao Qiao, please take a photo of Jiahe and me."

Everyone was stunned. Yi Wenze stretched out his hand and naturally held Jiahe's shoulder, smiled slightly, as if no one was around.

With a bang, there was only one thought left in her mind. She deserved to be her idol, and even had the job of fighting off her old love for her fans...
Chapter completed!