Looking at the long journey, An Wen asked in disbelief, "Do I really owe so much debt?"
She thought it was almost over, but she didn't expect so much more.
"I didn't tell you everything before because I was afraid that you wouldn't be able to bear it. There will be more later." Song Jia said.
An Wen felt that there was no hope in the future, so she fell onto the bed and remained motionless.
"You still have one night, start making a spinning top from tomorrow, and I'll whip you around with a whip."
Song Jia reported the itinerary of the past few days to An Wen in detail before leaving.
An Wen lay on the bed the whole time, motionless.
She regrets that she has been piling up business activities all the time, and she did not expect to accumulate to this point.
Whether she has time has nothing to do with filming, with more than 30 endorsements, brand and commercial activities can keep her so busy that she doesn't have any spare time.
No wonder Xia Jin hasn't had a girlfriend for so many years. Top-notch artists are not worthy of dating when they are busy.
An Wen sat up from the bed, startling Jiang Shiyu who was helping her pack her things.
Sitting in front of the dressing table, with her long hair pushed back, An Wen held her beautiful face and smiled coquettishly, and said, "Who made you so beautiful that so many people like you, these are the prices..."
Jiang Shiyu: "..." It's okay, I've been used to it for a long time.
An Wen is very busy, and recently she is exhausted physically and mentally because of the clothes.
There is no choice between the clothes provided by the brand and your own clothes.
This time is also the most tiring time for stylists and staff.
"Wenwen, you can't wear this dress." Song Jia rejected An Wen's suggestion to wear her own clothes.
This dress was given by An Quan, it was high-end, it cost several million, and it should be kept for the red carpet.
"Why not? I think it looks great. It only reaches the knees. It's actually quite everyday." An Wen said while holding the white skirt.
"Is this one good? Just match this pair of shoes." The stylist suggested.
"Didn't you say that this one is too fresh and doesn't fit the theme?" An Wen asked puzzled.
Stylist: "..." It doesn't match, but you like it. Compared with that outrageously high-profile dress, this one is better.
"It's okay. My brother asked a designer to design this skirt alone. It hasn't been shown in the show, so no one will find out." An Wen said while holding the skirt in her hand.
Song Jia was silent for a long time, and finally changed her tune.
"Okay, you can wear this."
"Thank you, Sister Song." An Wen said sweetly.
My brother will pay attention to her news, and he will be very happy to see her wearing this dress in public.
There were still two hours before the fan meeting started, and two-thirds of the crowd had already arrived.
Fans took out light signs and cheering sticks, Grandpa Chu held up a big "Xi" character, and kept taking pictures with Xu Tezhu and Chu's mother.
Father Chu remained unmoved on the surface, and then quietly entered the mirror.
"Dad, why do I think our station has the fewest people?" Chu Ma asked.
"The elderly are slow to grab tickets," said Grandpa Chu.
He will not admit that the sunset red station has the least number of people.
An Wen had already put on her makeup backstage, and because of time constraints, she secretly ate some duck feet and then applied her lipstick.
Half an hour before the start, the seats were almost full, and Lanting's commercials were looping on the screen.
Chu Ma has been waiting for so long but she has never been impatient. She chatted happily with the fans next to her, and the fans all praised Chu Ma for her good looks.
An Wen couldn't hold back, and secretly ate the duck's wings again.