It was surprisingly quiet around, and even the sound of the car driving could be vaguely heard.

However, a subtle action easily attracted everyone's heart. Jiahe looked at him steadily, remembering that he had no lines, but he could not think of what to do next. He just sighed silently in his heart, afraid that he would be reshooting again.

Yi Wenze looked as usual and put down his hand without a trace: "I will not pursue this matter today, and you don't have to stay in the palace anymore." After that, he bent down and picked up his "son" and left the house indifferently.

In the whole hall, only Jiahe, who was covered in tears, stood alone.

...

"cut!" The director stood up with pleasure on his face, "Okay, let's finish the work."

Jiahe still had tears on her face, and she wiped her awkwardly. When she walked to the door, she was immediately covered by Qiao Qiao with a down jacket: "Who has you, a heartless scene will almost make you fall in love with her husband and wife, but fortunately your idol reacts quickly enough."

"It's so bad?" Jiahe was unsure and became even more uneasy when she said it.

"Fortunately," Qiao Qiaosai gave her a cup of hot water, "What do you think so much? Anyway, it's just a guest appearance. Do you think the audience is watching you in this scene? They are all staring at Yi Wenze."

Although it was the truth, it made her, the loyal supporter who worked hard, completely feels tight.

When everyone left the set one after another, Yi Wenze was still standing next to the monitor and making a phone call. Unlike his usual calm smile, he frowned slightly, and rubbed his temples while talking. Jiahe quietly glanced at him before he rubbed and walked out with Qiao Qiao.

In the next three days, Yi Wenze asked the crew for leave to return to Hong Kong due to the film promotion activities.

Before leaving, he specially discussed the next drama with Director Jiang, leaving a lot of feedback. As a result, Xiao Ou held ten A4 sheets and stuffed them into Jiahe with guilt, and conveyed Director Jiang's words word for word: It takes three days to make sure to make a correction.

Xiao Ou smiled and immediately fled as if he was flying.

Jiahe held the paper and stared at the pile of dense opinions. He suddenly had an illusion. This feeling was very similar to when he was in elementary school, the teacher went to another school to study for three days, leaving a mountain of homework, for fear that the students would be lazy...

However, no matter how much she complained, she was still in seclusion for two days very dedicatedly, and it was not until late the next night that she completed the task.

When she typed the last word, she immediately felt better and quickly opened ie. Meibo logged in to the new account registered that day by default. Only Yi Wenze followed. Before she could change the id she used, she found that Meibo, who had been idle for a month, had actually been updated.

It was this afternoon, and there was only one photo of the airport without any text. The thin black background and the white light of the airport in the afternoon mixed with an attractive tone.

She suddenly remembered many years ago, when she was a high school student, she sat at home to edit magazines all day, waiting for the bed to be filled with them and posted them on the notebook one by one. At that time, there was no meager, no entertainment news, and no movie fans. The idol she liked could only be cute in secret, at most, chattering with a few classmates. The idols at that time were really happy, and their private life would not be so magnified... The ups and downs, when the camera magnified, it would all taste the same as arsenic.

Drinking poison to quench thirst is really the first unique skill that a celebrity needs to learn.

She calculated the time. It took only six hours since the photo was posted, and it was followed by more than 1,400 messages. It seemed that the popularity of the idol was not too low. The messages with different shapes were obviously interspersed with many words in the circle, but they were all obscure comforts with just a few sentences. Yi Wenze only picked a few replies, his words were idle and humorous, and he seemed to be in a good mood.

Jiahe dragged the mouse and read all the more than a thousand messages before returning to his meagerity.

There is no profile of the avatar, career setting, only a thin 'idol, I support you' stay on the main page. Strangely, the display next to the comment is "1".

Who is so idiotic? Is this kind of idiotic words also commented?

She opened her eyes and was shocked in an instant. The three simple words - "Thank you", and the one who left the message was Yi Wenze.

The boring page, the commenter was a bombshell, and Jiahe's kind mentality was blown away in an instant. She immediately closed the web page, logged in again, took a deep breath and opened the comment, but it was still the three words, and it was still the same person. After looking at the name she registered, she was obviously ordinary and could not be more ordinary, with no flaws at all.

She suddenly felt like she was watching ghost movies late at night and was touched by someone's neck.

On the air conditioning display, the slightly blue 24 degrees kept flashing. It was a very comfortable temperature, but my heart was a fire pit for a while. Jiahe stood up, not knowing what he wanted to do, so he could only sit down again, put his head on the keyboard in depressed manner, trying to calm himself down.

Because of the force on the forehead, the word document quickly recorded countless garbled codes, and it was filled in an instant, and the pages continued to turn...

It was not until twenty minutes later that Qiao Qiao's sudden appearance saved her computer.

"Go and sing," Qiao Qiao entered the door and turned off the computer for her, but found a screen full of ghost drawing talismans, "Miss, are you under too much pressure or possessed by a ghost? Why do you knock on such things?"

Jiahe hurriedly closed the display: "You just came back from Shanghai, aren't you tired?"

"Director Jiang said you have been busy for two days and asked me to take you to have fun," Qiao Qiao did not ask again, "Let's go, the car is downstairs."

When Jiahe saw Qiao Qiao's slightly red eyes, she knew that she was taking the opportunity to vent her feelings. She probably was being fooled again this time.

A heartbreaker is the greatest. A person like her who is stimulated by her embarrassment can only wear a down jacket. Qiao Qiao urged her to leave the hotel all the way. When she got in the car, she found that there were people in the car. Deputy Director Cheng Hao hurriedly got up and gave the seat to Qiao Qiao and Jiahe. She sat next to another person, squeezing the man's teeth.

"You are really worthy of face," Jiahe leaned into Qiao Qiao's ear, "I am in a bad mood and have attracted so many people to accompany you."

Qiao Qiao looked at her innocently: "Didn't you say that, it's to relieve you of the pressure."

Jiahe decided to give up arguing with her.

Most of the shops on both sides of the road have been closed, and the sign light is still flashing. There are also many tourists missing in this cold weather. When the car turned around to KTV, Qiao Qiao had already regained her former spirit and called everyone in. The people in the car were all familiar with people, so she was not polite. As soon as she entered the private room, she started to sing songs with great fanfare, one by one, and she was particularly cheerful.

Four dozen beer piled on the table, and half of it was destroyed in a flash.

Jiahe was too tired to grab the microphone for two days, so she squeezed beside Qiao Qiao. He listened to her applauding from time to time, and laughed at a familiar friend in the MV from time to time, and began to live a new script in her mind, thinking about whether to use the next few days to adjust it, so that she would not suffer from the temporary cramming.

Qiao Qiao suddenly pushed her: "Look, Tian Chu."

She subconsciously looked up and was switching to the next song.

On the sunny and empty road, a woman with long hair shawls was running towards the camera with a black strapless dress. The happiness in her expression made the whole world jealous. This is Tianchu's fame MV, which became popular on both sides of the Taiwan Strait and the three places two years ago. It was this song that completely pushed her to the forefront.

Jiahe stared at the dazzling screen and suddenly remembered the wedding date exposed by the media. It was almost the time when this song became popular. At that time, she only knew that the song was written by Yi Wenze, so she was naturally very concerned, but she did not guess the relationship behind it.

This song has a very good melody and was once my must-sing song.

Yi Wenze's lyrics are simple but not exaggerated, but they can make you feel a little happy. Every time she sings this song, she doesn't have to look at the screen. The lyrics have long been memorized... Jiahe picked up the bucket of popcorn on the table, listened to the long prelude, and began to be glad Yi Wenze is now in Hong Kong, otherwise she would not know what would be going on.

However, if he really came, no one would be so ignorant.

She was grabbing someone and about to throw them into her mouth. The door of the private room was suddenly pushed open, and the voice of the karaoke on the opposite side suddenly poured in. It was a woman who was screaming at the top of her lungs, "I will love you if I die." Jiahe sat at the place closest to the door, and was trembling by the heroic voice that rushed in. Just when she was about to kick the door, she realized that it was A Qing who came in.

Yi Wenze's assistant, A Qing.

"It's been found you," Aqing made a helpless look, "Jojo, why don't you look at your phone? I got to touch each room one by one, and I was almost surrounded and blocked and killed by someone." Her hands were red from the cold, and she kept rubbing her warmth.

The person behind her blocked the light outside the door, and was wearing a baseball cap, and the upper half of his face was slightly covered by the brim of the hat. No one could see his beautiful eyes, but everyone knew who he was...

At this moment, Jiahe subconsciously wanted to rush over to sing songs, but unexpectedly, the deputy director Cheng Hao, who was facing away from the door, was extremely ignorant and shouted first: "Why no one sang Tianchu's songs?" He didn't realize that the atmosphere was already extremely awkward, and then said, "Do you want to sing?"

"I sing, I sing." Qiao Qiao immediately continued. If she cut the song at this time, it would be really embarrassing.

But as soon as she picked up the microphone, she immediately got stuck. Qiao Qiao was straightforward and never liked Tian Chu's pure tone, so unfortunately, she really couldn't sing.

Fortunately, her mind was spinning quickly, and she immediately stuffed the microphone into Jiahe's hand and whispered quickly: "I don't know how to sing her. Sing quickly, don't make your idol too embarrassed."
Chapter completed!