Traffic jams.

Jiahe looked at the time of her phone with chest tightness, and her heartbeat was getting faster and faster. The launch conference had already begun, but she was still stuck on the road. The end was nowhere to be long ago. Who made it Valentine's Day? There were couples sitting in taxis in Shanghai. It took her an hour to take a taxi, and with the traffic jam, I was afraid that only employees would be left at the scene.

The driver seemed to feel the aura emitted by Jiahe, and kept smiling and comforting him that he would arrive soon.

"Don't be afraid, men should wait, especially today."

Jiahe looked out the window sadly: "I would have waited." There was no screenwriter at the press conference, and she was not an actor and director? Who is waiting for her?

"You have all brought your luggage, and he hasn't waited yet?"

Jiahe saw the driver's bright eyes through the rearview mirror. He wanted to explain, but he was really not in the mood to speak. As soon as the press conference ended, she went to Hengdian with her team. Of course, she would bring her suitcase, but a woman dragged her suitcase to the Hilton Hotel on Valentine's Day. It was a thought to change a hundred people...

The red light turns into a green light, and the green light turns into a red light, are all for the air to see, and no car can move.

In this way, when the car climbed to the hotel, it was almost six o'clock.

Jiahe dragged his suitcase and walked downstairs of the hotel. He watched a few young girls waiting for their idols in the cold wind. He couldn't help but guess which one was Yi Wenze's fans. When he thought that he was about to see himself, he felt embarrassed. He didn't recover until he saw the look of the hotel guards looking at him.

The screenwriter has been in vain in the past two years. She has always pretended to be calm and has completely broken her disguise.

"I said, you can really stretch it," as soon as the elevator door opened, Qiao Qiao almost smashed it with her phone, "You're not here until half of this." She said, snatching Jiahe's luggage and rushing into the venue like an enclave.

Wall-high background board, dozens of rows of seats, and bright lights in the room.

At this time, it has entered the separate interview stage. Several protagonists are surrounded by long spears and cannons everywhere in the venue. The heroine seized the most beautiful background board and put on a perfect pose. The newly rising idol in the mainland was still a little awkward. When the role was settled, Jiahe didn't even know her name, so she searched for information online and couldn't imagine how she played a noble lady in the Tang Dynasty. Now it seems that at least her figure... is in agreement.

Qiao Qiao suddenly pulled her off and pointed to the right side of the main platform.

That location is naturally Yi Wenze.

The background wall behind him is the brightly lit Daming Palace in the night.

Although he was surrounded by more than a dozen reporters, because of his height advantage, he could still clearly see his side face through the interlaced camera camera. His short black hair and extremely penetrating eyes really made Jiahe stunned.

At this time, a very young reporter asked, but he was a little bumpy because of excitement or something. His face turned slightly red, but he just smiled and listened patiently. Until the reporter finished asking, he immediately responded to the question politely. From this distance, he could vaguely hear his voice. He was not very standard Mandarin, so familiar and unfamiliar.

"When the interview is over, I will ask the director to introduce you to you," Qiao Qiao looked at her squintly. "I may not remember you introductory production like me, but I am still a big director."

Jiahe tried hard to remain calm, and she found herself in a vague sense that she should wear high heels, which was half a head shorter than Qiao Qiao. Now she was standing next to her in high heels, making herself look like a supermodel assistant.

"Calm down, calm down," Qiao Qiao handed her a glass of water, "We must ignore him. If you dare to show your appreciation and worship, you will lose. I swear he will force you to change the script every day-"

"Isn't it like this every time?" Jiahe took a sip of water and said depressedly, "No matter whether the male or female protagonist or male or female partner, the first sentence he got after the script was 'There is something wrong with this script'. I wish that others would be wood in the whole scene, and just keep saying lines by myself, it is considered a good script."

"Hey? Why are you talking to me? Go and tell the director?" Qiao Qiao snatched her cup and took a sip. "I'm not a human being, don't make things difficult for me." Qiao Qiao blinked her big eyes and looked at Jiahe innocently.

Jiahe gritted her teeth and said, "If they are clients, you are the madam."

Qiao Qiao almost sprayed water: "Okay, if you have something Yi Wenze wants to change, don't move."

Jiahe was about to answer again, Director Jiang had sent a reporter away. When he saw them, he waved.

Qiao Qiao hurriedly pushed her and whispered, "I'll go see the female lead. That woman is very pretentious and likes to be 'being valued'." After that, she didn't wait for her to react, and she squeezed into the reporters with a smile on her face.

Jiahe watched Director Jiang walk to Yi Wenze, and Yi Wenze was taking photos with several young reporters. When the director passed by, she politely sent the reporter away and whispered to the director. She couldn't move her feet just by looking at Yi Wenze's side.

Until the director looked up and called her again, Yi Wenze turned his head and glanced at her.

It was like the special effects in the script, and the slow motion brought his smile and eyes closer, and his eyes fell on Jiahe alone, forcing her to feel embarrassed. But in just a moment, she quickly smiled and walked to Jiang's side.

Director Jiang patted Jiahe on the shoulder: "This is the screenwriter, Jiahe."

"Hello." Yi Wenze nodded, with a smile in his deep and dark eyes. Unlike the politeness he had just been a little gentle, he stretched out his hand and gently held Jiahe's hand.

"Hello." Jiahe's palm was still cold when he just entered the room, and his warm hand held it, his heart beat even more violently.

"How is the script changing?" After the two of them let go, Director Jiang immediately began to force debt.

"It's almost done, I'll give you a copy tonight," Jiahe quickly adjusted his mood and immediately entered the state of preparation for work. "But there are a few scenes and there are still some problems--"

"Okay," the director interrupted her with a laugh, "Let's talk about it when you go to Hengdian."

Jiahe nodded embarrassedly, and found that she was nervously forgetting that it was a press conference and the reporter was still waiting for the interview not far away. However, after stopping, she didn't know what to say, and just stood beside the two of them, pretending to look at the interview of the Virgin No. 1. Yi Wenze and the director began to chat in Cantonese. She could understand it, but the general idea was the script.

While she was studying why she was slipping away without any silence, a reporter had already come to interview the director first.

Yi Wenze looked at her: "Let's go and drink some water."

Jiahe had no excuse to run away, so he could only follow him up and down to the side of the long table and take the orange juice he handed over.

He also took a glass of orange juice and held it in his hand. His fingers were slender on the wall of the glass and his joints were well maintained, but his palms, like all actors, accumulated fine wounds and roughness over the years.

"Is there any problem?" he asked suddenly.

Jiahe looked up and met his doubts, and then realized that he was staring at his hand in a daze. He hurriedly smiled: "It's nothing, I sighed at the hard work of being an actor."

Yi Wenze understood what she was saying and smiled: "It's actually nothing, but actresses have to suffer a little. No matter how well they maintain their backs, their palms will inevitably become rough, especially when they act in costume dramas."

Jiahe smiled: "Yes, I'm tossed by swords, reins and wires every day, and no matter how good the hand cream is, it's useless."

Being modest, being polite and being low-key is the evaluation given by many collaborators.

And now it seems that I am indeed like this.

Jiahe talked to him casually, pretending to hold orange juice, and after drinking half a sip, he didn't dare to continue. This feeling was like the first interview after graduating from college. On the surface, he was calm, but inside, he was already in chaos, afraid that any look and subtle movement would leave a bad impression on people.

What's more, her idol for more than ten years is in front of her.

When Yi Wenze debuted, she graduated from junior high school.

Yi Wenze of Girls' Generation was a youth idol. In that era when there were not many movies in mainland China, he unexpectedly got the opportunity and became popular on both sides of the Taiwan Strait and the three places for many years. Now, his works are much less than before. Although he is semi-retreated behind the scenes, he is still doing well.

Suddenly, Qiao Qiao's voice came, the general idea was to remind everyone to hurry up and the crew would leave soon.

Because of this sentence, many reporters who had been watching from afar came over and interrupted the two of them kindly, wanting to do some other visits alone. Jiahe made way out of the banquet hall, took some snacks at the long dining table, and sat in an inconspicuous corner after filling her stomach, waiting for Qiao Qiao's assistant to take him into the car.

After a while, my phone suddenly became shaking.

When she picked it up, it turned out to be Qiao Qiao's voice: "Help me find Yi Wenze. His assistant is by my side. He is so stupid that he doesn't even know where others are." Her voice was blurred by the wind, as if he was outdoors, and seemed to be in a bad mood. "His wife who just divorced is being interviewed. Take him into the car while the reporter didn't receive the news. My boss hates hype about scandals the most. It's really troublesome!"

Qiao Qiao talked about the phone and told the people around her to drive over.

Jiahe was shocked when she heard this. She hung up the phone and found that she was called by Qiao Qiao as an assistant.

But she also knew that it was best to find Yi Wenze now. Not only Qiao Qiao's boss hated hype, but Yi Wenze has always resisted this kind of news. Even her, a die-hard fan, saw the report of his breakup in the past half month, and realized that he had been married to that woman for two years.

She has been here a few times, so she is still familiar with the environment. She only put down her cup and walked quietly between the actors and reporters, looking at each corner, but not finding any trace.

After about two or three rounds of the venue, Jiahe remembered that there was a stairwell here that rarely passed by.

When I opened the door of the stairwell, there were only white lights inside, which was very quiet.

Yi Wenze stood around the corner and turned off his phone completely. The white light in his palm flashed away. He was silent for a moment with the smoke between his fingers until it was completely lit. Only then did he take a look at Jiahe at the entrance of the stairs.

Jiahe was inexplicably guilty when he saw it: "Jiao Qiao asked me to take you down."

He nodded: "Okay, thank you."
Chapter completed!