Regarding the sequel, the editor has not signed the contract yet, and Qiao Qiao has sent a message. Countless interviews are overwhelming, and the real and fake are hyped. Jiahe asked him if he wanted to continue the sequel, but Yi Ze said seriously that there should be no schedule.

When she heard this, she couldn't tell whether she was excited or lost.

If he acts, he will be uncomfortable. If he doesn't act, he will not be able to watch it. If he didn't star in this drama, he would have lost his impression.

Jiahe stood downstairs of the production company, staring at the magazine in the newsstand where he showed his face half a month ago. When he was sighing at his pretentiousness, someone beside him called her.

Jiahe looked back and saw that it was Director Liu's assistant. The little assistant smiled at her and said to the boss: "That book." He took it over and was the cover of Yi Ze, and smiled slightly, as if he had just finished speaking, and was listening patiently to someone asking something.

Jiahe blinked and bought a copy himself.

The little assistant immediately looked lit up: "Screenwriter, do you like him too?"

Like, 所发 like...

She nodded: "I've loved it for many years." The little assistant held her arm affectionately: "So I," she suddenly realized, "I forgot that he starred in the screenwriter's last drama? She also said she wanted to make a sequel?"

Jiahe murmured and said, "He is very dedicated and polite."

After saying that, I was sore in my teeth.

The little girl spoke softly all the way and walked for ten minutes. Apart from lamenting that she missed the concert and said that her girlfriend was so happy, she did not ask many questions. She was completely different from fans in the ordinary sense. When she encountered this opportunity, she had to ask herself, and what gossip she saw with the group.

But if you think about it carefully, he has been low-key for so many years, and his fans are silent.

Apart from the divorce, there were basically no scandals to create momentum.

Even this time it was solved once, and she would not answer any questions. She remembered to go to his official website of the post bar afterwards, and the fans were very supportive. When strangers or media broke in to talk, they mostly answered that idols didn't like to talk about private matters. Some people even politely reminded that the past has passed, so please don't ask questions anymore.

What a...whoever is the fan.

When she returned to the room, everyone was still discussing the situation, she opened the magazine and flipped it out casually.

In fact, most of his interviews have similar content, and it is inevitable that they will bring the final emotional problems. This article is very playful, and I just passed it in one sentence: He said it is very stable, hey, when I saw him, I felt embarrassed to ask again.

"Screenwriter," someone next to her suddenly called her, "My wife and mother are all chasing your drama. I'll reveal what will be written in the sequel? So that I can go home and coax my wife to use it."

Jiahe looked at him depressedly: "To be honest, I don't know."

Although the editor gave the sequel to the top... but after being held in for many days, she was not surprised and completely exhausted.

The man mocked Jiahe for being serious and said casually: "It's really not easy for that little actor Liao Jing. He played with Yi Ze in the second part, and there were rumors. Someone reposted the scarf she posted yesterday, which was ambiguous, 'Thank you for giving me this moment of happiness'. The gossip on the Internet was crazy, and many people said that the two of them had played crazy together in Hengdian several times."

Jiahe's heart trembled, and the little assistant was sending a printed modification opinion, clarifying seriously: "It's impossible, that's her hype. If she is really Yi Ze's girlfriend, it must be not this kind of character."

It's really a hardcore fan, and she's so tired that she hears it.

"The love arises from the play, and the analysis is very good." The man turned the computer over and showed it to the two of them.

The general idea is just the time trajectory of the two people overlapping. Coincidentally, Liao Jing happened to be in Beijing for the concert that day. The most cruel thing is that someone dug out the KTV farce in Hengdian, threatening to see Liao Jing singing Tianchu's song, Yi Ze was on the scene.

She glanced at her quickly, broke the news, and turned over more than a dozen pages...

The little assistant became more and more silent as he looked at her. At the end, he actually looked at her, as if he wanted to ask for a certificate. Jiahe didn't want to make a fuss, but the man even added: "Look, you believe it, right?" The girl's eyes turned red after hearing this.

Jiahe was so embarrassed that he had to clear his throat and said casually: "As far as I know, it shouldn't be very good."

With a loud voice, everyone looked up at her.

So it's all listening...

She lowered her head, flipped through the three thin A4 papers in her hand, and could only hold on to the lie: "Once one time I had a meal together, he joked that he didn't like tall women very much," she quickly added, "Don't believe me, I'm talking nonsense."

 Sheets and looks at the paper in her hand, and finally she takes the pen and scratches it twice.

But everyone's eyes were still bright and they refused to let her go.

Fortunately, the little assistant finally rescued the scene: "Screenwriter, our idols don't like to talk about private matters. Those who are clean will clear themselves and ignore them."

Jiahe nodded violently and didn't reveal the news for you in vain. Good boy...

Because of this sentence, I was surrounded and intercepted throughout the afternoon.

It was not until evening that it was an escape. Yi Ze entered the post-production system because the company's first drama entered the post-production, and he had been in the process for more than ten days. He was a dedicated boss who took the blame for the song, and the young people below were naturally full of energy. When Jiahe drove over, it happened to be dinner time. The employees had already been familiar with her. When they saw her stop, they took the initiative to call the boss's wife, and they didn't forget to mention the boss in the dining room.

Jiahe kept talking about his hard work while walking in.

When I entered the dining room, I saw the master at the window handing over to Yi Ze and said a few words to him.

Because she was far away, Jiahe naturally couldn't hear it, but she enjoyed the scene. She liked to see him so friendly to everyone, and also liked to look at his back from afar. She never had any cumbersome decorations. She cleaned a shirt and added a coat when it was cold, and most of the time it was low-key black.

He never treats himself as an idol, and he can always make the people he gets along with feel comfortable and casual.

But once he got to work, his romance and behavior were really a public figure and he had extremely strict requirements on himself.

There was a small plate in the large plate, with more than a dozen salted shrimps.

She sat on the chair, holding her chin to look at him, until he brought her food and juice, and suddenly asked him: "Have anyone ever offered you diligence, let alone not, I don't believe it."

Yi Ze removed the plastic film outside the straw and inserted it into her cup: "Is this considered a political review?"

Jiahe bit the straw: "I just thought of it suddenly."

"During the filming process, people will prepare a lot of warm bags," he said thoughtfully, "send some hot food or something. Sometimes I'm very slow and I will give you something as a gift."

Jiahe yelled and sucked the juice: "It's not fresh, is it still?"

He : "There are still people who will indicate that I want to play the opposite scene."

You are so honest. Jiahe bit the straw and continued to drink.

"Do you still want to listen?" He was gentle and harmless.

"Of course." Jiahe looked at him smiling, as if he was thinking seriously, and felt that his heart was bleeding. If people really had a tendency to be self-abuse, why did you have to ask? Why, why? What is this...

What a tangled life.

Yi Ze took out a wet tissue to wipe his hands clean. She quickly put down her chopsticks and rolled up the sleeves of her shirt. Seeing the beautiful fingers peeling shrimps flexibly, she couldn't enjoy it. It was while watching the beauty and waiting for the food that Yi Ze slowly said: "There are still people who will put more than a dozen photos on the computer to suggest that I will prepare hot pot for me on the outdoor scene on a snowy day. Now when I think about it, I have a deep impression on these two times."

She was picking up a shrimp and throwing it into her mouth. She immediately coughed by the salt and salt.

At that time, I obviously didn't have any wolves...

The post-production schedule is always very tight. It was late at night when Yi Ze took her to the recording studio not far from the company.

It is not lively here normally, and now it's so late. Apart from the people working overtime, there are no one walking around in the lounge. Yi Ze was condolences to the public during the work, and Jiahe was walking outside, fiddling with everything.

Starting from wifi, I played billiards all the way, and there was still a lot of discussion inside, without any sign of rest.

She was really bored and could only take out the balls from each bag and put them in place. She picked up the club and started to gesture like a decent gesture. After a bang, the balls of all kinds were still holding each other in a ball, and the kickoff failed smoothly.

Too delicious...

She looked at the ball depressedly, and when she decided to give up, she was already surrounded by someone behind her, and corrected her gesture of placing the rod: "The rod is not stable enough, the rod should be straight." His hand held her hand and knocked down the bag with one shot.

Jiahe was even more depressed: "All of them are masters. My family laughed like this. They claimed that they had been playing billiards since the first year of junior high school, and they beat me with one hand every time. It seems that I am still suitable to type and watch the discs." Yi Ze touched her ear and said, "I had already discovered it when I played tennis a few days ago."

She almost vomited blood, put down the club embarrassedly, went to the bar to make coffee, and then sat in the sofa in the distance with resentment.

When he looked up again, Yi Ze still supported his hands on the edge of the pool table, looking at himself.

Forget it, adults don’t care about villains.

She lamented, took out her cell phone and said, "Student Yi Ze, give me some handsome poses that shocked the world and the earth to comfort my heart that was hurt by you." Yi Ze smiled and looked at her, bent down and made a batting move. From her eyes to her gestures, even the curved curve of the arm holding the pole was standard and impeccable.

Perfect composition. The most important thing is that person, perfect, belongs only to himself.

After taking the film, she added a heart and showed it to him: "Don't you be so handsome until you are 80 years old, right? Then can I still live?"

He glanced at him: "Are you happy?"

Jiahe muttered: "I'm happy, I'll let it go."

It was not until midnight that work was about to end. Jiahe followed him into the workshop. Someone immediately stood up and smiled and said, "Teacher Yi, look, I did it again just now. After that, he immediately walked out with a sensible look and left two people alone."

Yi Ze listened very seriously, while she sat obediently on the side and played with her mobile phone: "Today I met you a senior fan. After someone said a few bad words, he was so anxious that he was about to cry. I used to be like this. I couldn't hear others say a bad thing about you. I hate others talking about your scandals the most, especially saying that you are gay."

He played it back again, just laughing and listening without saying anything.

Thinking of the past years of star-chasing, she sighed again: "The stupidest thing is that I will set 10086 as your name. Once I receive a text message due to arrears, my phone will display the three words YiZe. Every time I see it, my heart will be faster. Isn't it?"

The sound of the replay was still very clear. She was still sighing, but he quietly blocked the sound.

She was a little suffocating and had almost no room for anything. This was the first time he was doing this outside... She subconsciously stretched out her hand and put her head on her neck, raised her head to cater to him. She didn't shake until she heard the sound at the door, but immediately heard the sound of the door being brought on.

It was not until he let go that Jiahe stammered, "Someone saw it."

She pressed her voice down very low, as if she had done something big bad, trying hard to guess who came in. If it was a promotional assistant at Yize Company or something, it would be a problem if there were irrelevant people. He was very close, but he was silent for a long time, watching her slowly calm down, staring at herself in confusion, and then he got up.

The intention spreads from the lips to the eyes, so warm that it makes people feel nervous.

"Wife, I love you."

He said, wife...I love you.
Chapter completed!