Since the makeup photos were released, they have gone viral online.

Jiahe changes scripts when she is busy, and browses the web when she is free to see Yi Wenze’s fans’ speeches.

In fact, she always thought that screenwriters were a good profession. They didn’t have to sit on the shift, just sit with the editors and other screenwriters and chatted with them, and got the outline and divided the scenes, and got the episodes back to write them. Even if they were with the team, they just sat in the room and didn’t have to endure the scorching heat and cold on the set. This is the only career choice for homegirls.

At this moment, staring at the hundreds of replies under Yi Wenze's scarf, she had another reason to be self-satisfied.

Today's play is her favorite scene, with the male and female protagonists fighting each other with a group of children from aristocratic families fighting in front of Wu Zetian.

She asked for a notice in advance and asked Qiao Qiao to take her to see it. Of course, she gave her a look of contempt and agreed without saying a word.

While thinking, she thought about changing to the black down jacket to completely submerge herself on the set so as not to have any more embarrassment. Fortunately, the director of the director of this scene had never seen her, and she only put forward the script opinions through Director Jiang. She only needed to stand in a certain corner and no one would care.

When you are in a daze, msn automatically logs in and pops out of the news box.

The dazzling headline immediately shook her eyes: Tian Chu was exposed to have an extramarital affair first, and a Taiwanese man refused to respond.

The words are not big, they are shocking enough.

Jiahe's heart beat several shots and almost suffocated, which was even more shocking than when she saw Gu Yu hugging his department head's shoulders.

She quickly contacted the recent gossip news and thought about the causes and consequences. In front of her was the stairwell of the press conference. Yi Wenze drew a cigarette a few times against the wall. The first sentence she said was to let the two of them go away separately, so as not to implicate her and be misunderstood. Her heart was burning and just as she was making her dizzy, Xiao Ou had already knocked on the door and told her that she could leave.

She put on her coat and got on Qiao Qiao's car. The actor had already arrived on the set to prepare, so naturally there were only drivers and Qiao Qiao in the car.

Qiao Qiao lowered her hair and sent a text message without raising her head: "Networm, have you seen the news?"

Jiahe nodded and continued to burn his heart.

"Your idol is so frustrating," Qiao Qiao licked her lips and was about to look up, but the message was again, and she hurriedly opened it and continued, "Tianchu debuted very early and has never been popular in Hong Kong. When she went to Taiwan, she was slandered by her agent. She couldn't even afford to eat. If it weren't for Yi Wenze, she wouldn't be popular. Well, after using it, she would just get a more popular one."

A bucket of oil was poured on the head and the Jiahe ignited three real fires.

"Hey, you said," Qiao Qiao finally took the time to look at her and said seriously, "What kind of ability does a woman have? How can she get married to others? You are a screenwriter, and you are the best at character personality. Please help me analyze and analyze it." Because every love will lead to a loss, Qiao Qiao's hatred marriage has reached a certain level, completely blocking Jiahe's mood and directly discussing Tianchu's skills.

Jiahe stared at her with a bright heart and firmly said: "Because Yi Wenze has a good character."

Qiao Qiao was ashamed, raised her cell phone and continued to send text messages.

When Jiahe and Qiao Qiao arrived, the director was staring at the monitor and discussing, while Liao Jing was wearing a down jacket and was with her side. The lighting lit and light-up were lighting, the staff were talking in a low voice, the noise of the equipment moving, and the excitement of the deputy director talking to the actors... All the noise caused her to relieve the tension again. Jiahe subconsciously swept the set and wanted to find a place to sit.

But unexpectedly, I saw Yi Wenze.

The light in his location was very dark. From this angle, I could only see him lowering his head slightly, standing behind the desk to write. Because of the heavy rain last night, the weather was a few times colder, and there was no heating measure on the set. Everyone was wearing down jackets, but he only wore a casual shirt with his cuffs rolled to his elbows, and even the folded folds were very regular.

The ink-colored pen tip fell on the snow-white rice paper and blew it out in an instant, bringing out a line of words in a flowing way.

Jiahe has definitely memorized Yi Wenze's celebrity archives, from the songs he likes to the animals he hates, but never knows that he can write calligraphy. She suddenly became curious and wanted to see what his words were. At this time, the costumer happened to call Yi Wenze to change his costume. She took the opportunity to quietly walk to the table and quickly glanced at the words he wrote, and her heart was thrilled.

Every word is strong and the strokes are very deep. It is the confession of the male protagonist to the heroine in the play, and it is also her most proud sentence:

I am not afraid of thoughts, but I am afraid of feeling late. Since I have held my hands, I will live up to it in this life.

"Good words." Qiao Qiao rubbed against her and looked at her.

"Of course." Jiahe whispered.

"It's really good," Qiao Qiao looked at Yi Wenze, who spoke to the director. "Even if he was soaked in the dyed vase for twenty years, he was also a very connotative pickle."

"Can you describe my idol without pickles?" Jiahe looked at her despised.

"I'm so poor, I'm not a screenwriter," Qiao Qiao picked up the rice paper and smiled at Yi Wenze, "Teacher Yi, would you please give this word to me?"

Yi Wenze was called out by her, glanced at the place, nodded to the two of them, saying hello: "I wrote it casually, if you like it, take it away."

Qiao Qiao smiled and said thank you deliberately in Cantonese. She immediately folded the paper in half and handed it to Jiahe.

In full view of everyone, Jiahe Petrochemical.

It was not right to answer, and when it was not right to answer, Qiao Qiao had already pulled her bag and stuffed it in.

The deputy director sat on the side and watched happily, saying casually: "Jiao Qiao, you are using your power for personal gain and bringing all your fans in." Qiao Qiao said ah and patted Jiahe on the shoulder: "Associate Director, this is the screenwriter."

Fame is completely broken...

Jiahe greeted the two directors with his fate, feeling like she had put her bag in her bag, and she couldn't stay there for a moment... She laughed stiffly, pulled off Qiao Qiao's coat, and gave her a look of killing. Qiao Qiao knew it and stopped introducing Jiahe's intentions. He said he would go to another game to see it, and took Jiahe out.

It was not until the black curtain was put down that Jiahe sighed sadly at the blue sky.

She should have thought that since the start of the press conference, this drama has become a stage where her image collapsed.

But since he had come out with Qiao Qiao, he always had to walk around symbolically. The two of them sent the driver away, drove the car, and also switched the other scene. In order to avoid the embarrassment of going back, Jiahe refused to leave, so the two stayed in the other scene all afternoon. It was not until the evening that the sky was cloudy and it was dark that Qiao Qiao answered a phone call and said that today's play was going smoothly and that the work was early, so she asked her to have dinner together.

After joining the crew, this was her first time having dinner with the crew. Qiao Qiao specially chose a larger hotel. Before she got off the bus, she saw a crowd of people in the lobby talking lively, and from time to time she gave instructions to a row of food photos. Looking at the faces of the handsome and handsome guy with high quality, she knew that she was also a crew who was filming in Hengdian.

Yi Wenze changed out of his costume and only wore a simple sportswear. Since getting off the car, he has easily become the focus of everyone.

The younger actress in the lobby immediately fixed her eyes like a radar, through the glass door, and her face was excited and she lowered her head to communicate. Jiahe was depressed for the whole afternoon and was finally adjusted by these naked admiring eyes. Look, Yi Wenze is full of fans, and she is not too out of line...

Yi Wenze looked calm, and while whispering to call his agent, he opened the glass door for Jiahe.

"Thank you." She said.

Yi Wenze smiled and quickly hung up the phone. The assistant Aqing behind him had already held the door for him, and the two of them entered the lobby.

"What do you like to eat?" He stopped in front of a row of real photos and took a closer look.

"Sweet meat with steamed buns." Jiahe was nervous and blurted out the special dishes of Hengdian.

Actually, I don't like eating meat...

Yi Wenze nodded and ordered two copies.

"Teacher Yi," Qiao Qiao ran over and pointed upstairs, "I'll order food, you guys go up first." After that, he also arched Jiahe with his shoulders. Jiahe stared at her, and when she saw her smile, it was definitely the expression of the madam.

When the two entered the private room, everyone was chatting with smiles, and sometimes they talked about the candidates for actors who had not yet been confirmed. Jiahe deliberately sat down next to Xiaoou, and saw Yi Wenze sitting opposite him, so he felt relieved. For example, the actors who only had one or two lines, it was absolutely right to go to the actors' union to find them. Even Xiaoou was too lazy to listen, but Jiahe listened with interest.

After all, it was a story that he created himself, and he was very affectionate to everyone, even the maid who was the one who was in charge of the pan.

As the few people were talking, they suddenly stopped. The deputy director looked at Jiahe seriously: "To be honest, our screenwriter is quite suitable. There are only two scenes, so there should be no problem."

Jiahe was taking a sip of tea and immediately swallowed it: "I can't do it, my face becomes stiff when I face the camera, let alone when I face the camera."

After a little bit of the gods, why did the topic beside me? The actors would be on standby with thousands of beauties. What should I do if I was tormenting her? Jiahe innocently glanced at Qiao Qiao who had just sat beside me.

"I don't order much, so I can eat it." Qiao Qiao clenched her hair and was about to touch her phone when she noticed Jiahe's look of help and whispered, "What's wrong?"

"There is a character that has never been decided and I want the screenwriter to make a guest appearance." Xiao Ou looked at Jiahe with sympathy. For people who are born without talent for acting, this kind of thing is simply torture.

Qiao Qiao smiled and ignored the text messages on her phone: "Good, good, what role?"

"A concubine of the male protagonist." The deputy director added powerfully.

Qiao Qiao smiled and gloated: "I remember that the male protagonist was given n marriages, and they were all neglected. There was only the female protagonist in his heart? It was very challenging."

What you ask for is not human.

Jiahe was desperate again.

At this time, the salesperson had already started serving dishes one by one. The glass turntable kept carrying steaming dishes, turning one by one from Jiahe's eyes. The deputy guide took out the lighter, lit a cigarette for himself, and then put it in front of Yi Wenze with his hands on the fire, and said casually: "What do Teacher Yi think?"

Yi Wenze pushed the turntable, and the steamed buns and pork stopped in front of Jiahe. Then he followed the deputy director's lighter, lit the cigarette, and thought for a little while: "I think it's good."
Chapter completed!