When he woke up again, Jiahe slept in the massage room with a quilt covered with him.

She sat up with a weak heart, looked at the snowy sky outside, and began to recall desperately how she fell asleep last night and how she went from the massage bed to the big bed, which was futile.

There was a vague guess in my heart that the three masseuses were all blind and they would definitely not be able to carry themselves to bed. Could it be... she slapped her head suddenly and cursed herself as a slut.

I was stunned for a while before getting out of bed and walked to the outside room in my slippers.

All three massage tables were empty, and the masseur went back to sleep. The work had not started yet. She was the only one in the room, empty. She looked at her phone and it was only around seven o'clock. She was thinking about when Yi Wenze left when the door behind her suddenly opened. Turning back, Yi Wenze closed the door with his hands on his back.

"Good morning." Yi Wenze greeted simply.

"Ash..." Jiahe looked at him dumbfoundedly, "You have no chance today?"

It's quite an ordinary greeting, but at this time and place, it's a bit too fantastic...

Yi Wenze put the door card on the small bar: "Because I came back early, I took a day off."

Jiahe smiled, but later she didn't know what she said, so she went back to her room for some reason to change into warm clothes and got into the empty car left by the crew. Yi Wenze was very good at driving and was familiar with Hengdian. She quickly took her to a Hong Kong-style tea restaurant. The restaurant was on the side of a repaired road, and the car could not drive in, so she could only park at the intersection. Jiahe followed him out of the car, stepped on the thin snow, and carefully bypassed the puddle, but still dirty her shoes.

When she arrived at the door, she rubbed her soles repeatedly on the foot pads, afraid that the floor would be dirty with a foot of snow mud.

It was not until she was completely clean that she pushed the door and walked in. Yi Wenze was chatting with the boss in Cantonese, smiling and watching Jiahe come in, then clicked the boss and took her to the innermost place to sit down. At this time, there were a few tables of people in the store. Yi Wenze was dressed in an ordinary manner and pressed the brim of the hat, which did not attract much attention from others.

"Che Zai's Noodle?" Yi Wenze said.

"Okay." It was hungry, it was snowing again, and a bowl of chariot noodles was just right.

"Car Sweet Noodle." Yi Wenze ordered it first. The boss smiled and wrote it down, while mocking him for his long-lasting love and never changing his face.

How...the same as your hobbies.

Jiahe was stuck for a moment. Ordering char siu was accustomed to the taste, but would she be too deliberate if she was like him? She began to look at the list, and for the first time she discovered the disadvantages of getting close to her idol. Even eating breakfast was so swaying like a thin ice.

"The char siu noodles here taste good," Yi Wenze looked at her and suggested, "You can try it."

Jiahe nodded quickly and breathed a sigh of relief.

"What to drink?"

"Coffee, espresso." She snatched.

"It seems you're really sleepy," Yi Wenze looked down at his list. "Drinking this so early is not good for the stomach. People who drink espresso will probably feel that Breve and Mocha will be light. Conpanna is more suitable."

Too considerate...

Jiahe almost burst into tears.

Just as the face was brought up, her phone suddenly rang, and her name showed that it was Qiao Qiao, and then her heart skipped a beat, remembering the instructions she told her last night. He quickly followed up, and Qiao Qiao yawned all over the sky: "I said, where have you and Yi Wenze been together?"

"I'm having breakfast, and I'll go to the hotel later to talk about the heavenly book." Jiahe pretended to behave.

"Damn," Qiao Qiao cursed with a smile, "Stop pretending, you've driven away the car."

Jiahe nodded twice, stirred the noodles with chopsticks, and took a peek at Yi Wenze.

He was picking up the lemon tea and took a sip.

"Okay, OK," Qiao Qiao laughed, "Why are you nervous? I even asked you to bring me a hot drink. Look at you're so panicked, forget it, I'll go to Nestle." After that, he hung up the phone very consciously.

Jiahe put his phone on the table and started eating noodles. Seeing that Yi Wenze seemed not in a hurry to go back, she lowered her head slightly and looked at her phone. She didn't dare to eat too quickly until there were two or three customers left in the store before she put the chopsticks.

There was only half a cup of coffee left, and Yi Wenze was still looking at his phone. At this angle, he could clearly see his eyelashes, the morning light outside the window, and the appropriate angle. The person in front of him had a texture like a poster, which made people sink. Jiahe sighed secretly, and realized that he was too unscrupulous and hurriedly lowered his head to continue stirring the cold coffee.

"Sorry, the new script is waiting for feedback." Yi Wenze looked up and noticed that Jiahe was still stirring coffee. He waved to the boss and asked for another cup, pushed it in front of Jiahe, and signaled her to change a cup.

Every minute and every second, it is even more harsh than acting, but she dare not talk about it first.

While she was muttering silently, her phone rang again. She thought it was Qiao Qiao, but it was another death-seeking ghost. As soon as she answered the phone, Xiao Yu's lazy voice came from there: "No, I just tried to call one, but you actually answered the phone at this point-"

Jiahe said softly: "I'm having breakfast."

"It's snowing in Beijing, is it snowing in Shanghai?"

Jiahe's chest was even more stuffy: "I'm in Hengdian and the team."

"Whose drama?"

Jiahe looked at Yi Wenze guiltily, but did not dare to say it to him, and only reported the heroine's name.

"The beauty who hooked up with your former man?" Xiao Yu was also having breakfast, speaking vaguely, "Is it a real person good-looking?"

Well, the scandals have spread to 1,400 kilometers away.

Jiahe sighed: "It looks good, it looks good, I'm talking about the key points, why are you calling me for?"

"Okay, screenwriter," Xiao Yu laughed, "I took up a cosmetics client and wanted to find a first-line female star to endorse. What do you think? I have found countless agency companies. Not to mention first-line ones, even third-tier ones are gone. As long as I am a female star, I will sign all the makeup and skin care above my neck."

Jiahe clamped the phone and started pouring milk and adding sugar: "So what?"

"So I'll find you if there are any vacancies of beautiful faces for me, for example, if you ask whose contract is coming soon, I'll sign it up quickly."

"You should look for Qiao Qiao in this matter. It's useless to look for me. She is a producer and knows many celebrities."

"She said she asked me to find you," the other side immediately felt resentful. "I just hung up her phone and she said you had recently caught up with Yi Wenze. This kind of request is simply a pediatric department. Hey, I forgot if I didn't say it. How did you get to your idol? It sounds like a Taiwanese saying..."

There was endless sighing, Jiahe's face was already colorful, he glanced at Yi Wenze, and couldn't help coughing a few times: "Stop it, let's talk about it when you have something to do." After that, he immediately hung up the phone neatly and turned off the phone decisively to seek purity.

While his heart was still churning, Yi Wenze had already looked up at her: "What's wrong?"

Jiahe blurted out: "A friend of mine wants to find a female celebrity to endorse cosmetics, but he can't find someone who has no endorsement."

She said it casually, but she didn't expect that the person in front of her actually picked up her mobile phone and called the agency, and the general idea was to check if there were any artists in the company that were about to expire and give me a message.

He held the black ipone in his hand and tapped his middle finger on the phone screen, making a slight and rhythmic sound.

Jiahe lowered her head and took two sips of coffee. Her heart slowly beat slowly and vigorously with the slight sound between his fingers. She looked down at the menu on the table. There were some slight wear marks on the glass plate pressing on it, but it was very clean. She silently recited names one by one, but her mind was blank. She wanted to say forget it and don’t have to be so serious, but she just couldn’t make any sound.

After a while, Yi Wenze said thank you and hung up the phone: "Tianchu's contract is about to expire. If your friend is interested, I can ask her agent to discuss it."

Jiahe almost lost the spoon, and she forgot that Yi Wenze and Tianchu belonged to the same company.

"However, there are already several companies talking about it now. She is positioned at a high-end position. If your friend is an international brand, it is better to win if it is a domestic one. If it is a domestic one, you can only rely on endorsement fees to win." Yi Wenze said calmly, with no abnormality in his expression to his voice.

Jiahe nodded a few times, and his voice became a little awkward: "Okay, I'll ask her."

"Are you finished eating?" Yi Wenze put away his phone.

Jiahe nodded, quickly put down the cup, and looked like he could leave at any time.

Yi Wenze's smile became deeper, and he stood up and walked to the counter to pay the bill. He was recognized by the two young men sitting at the door. After lowering his head and communicating for a few words, the woman immediately stood up and invited him to take a photo with interest, but was unexpectedly rejected by him. While he took out the banknotes from his wallet, he said that he was just having dinner with his friends and it was not convenient to take a photo. When he was talking, Jiahe happened to walk to him. The woman immediately looked vigorously and stared at her for three seconds.

When he returned to the hotel, Qiao Qiao was still sleeping in a quilt. When Jiahe saw her face covered, she felt a fire, lifted up a corner of the quilt, and shook, all the heat immediately flew away, and the person on the bed was shocked: "Crazy! I rarely sleep in today!"

"You two teams of Kengqiang have made me miserable and I'm still sleeping?" The restraint in the morning was completely gone, leaving only Jiahe who was half crazy.

"I'm creating a chance for you," Qiao Qiao snatched the quilt and quickly wrapped it into a rice dumpling: "How about it, has he helped you?"

"Tianchu," Jiahe gritted his teeth, "Tianchu's endorsement contract is almost full."

Qiao Qiao was stunned for a moment and murmured, "Tianchu? You're right."

"Just listen, don't talk to Xiao Yu." Jiahe threw the down jacket on the bed, squeezed her, and got into the quilt.

"You are stupid, of course you have to say it, and you have to try your best to make it happen," Qiao Qiao looked at her slantedly: "What are you afraid of if you are in love? Yi Wenze is willing to talk to you, so he is definitely a special treatment. If you are silently silent, what is it? That's your idol."

Jiahe closed her eyes and slept, too lazy to pay attention to her.

Qiao Qiao then found some sense of consciousness and immediately pulled off the quilt covering her head: "Just one night, he was willing to shoot an advertisement for Tianchu for you, tell me, what are you doing?"

"I fell asleep in the massage room myself." Jiahe was furious and approached the critical point.

"Come on, I woke up in the middle of the night last night," Qiao Qiao looked at her with some advice, "I've gone to find you before you come back. Guess, what did I see?"

Jiahe was inexplicably guilty when she was talking, and was organizing language and preparing to resist any rumors, her phone rang again.

She answered the phone in grief and fed her. The place seemed very quiet, with only a very familiar voice saying, "Hello, I'm Tianchu."
Chapter completed!